With all the information published in the local paper it really was not difficult finding out about the boy and where he and his mother lived. I knew people in their avenue and a dinner party was arranged.
Jane and I fell for one another quickly and she agreed to become my wife.
She was initially protective of James but came around to my way of thinking after a few weeks. He as never really naughty, just a typical boy bit she would became exhasberated with some of his antics.
The photo had done him justice, he really was as sweet looking as the photo suggested. He had long smooth legs and the fashionable shorts of the day revealed a shapely and tight bottom. The 1970's were a great decade, skin tight pants abounded. Of course I enjoyed the view but it was the evenings when I undressed and bathed the boy that I enjoyed the most.
Janes sister was not well. I encouraged Jane to go and visit her for days on end. James and I could get to know one another I explained.