Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara - Sex Stories

Stairway to Perdition: Part 1: Barbara

... me when you are ready, I should be clear by about two o’clock, and tell me where to pick you up.” With that, he left the ward to finish his round. “Amazing, how did that happen? Well she has obviously seen the car then. That bloke who had sold it to him said it would a crumpet puller,” he chortled to himself as he hurried along. Drew had been a bit extravagant. After five years of relative penury as a student, and now with a regular income for the first time ever, he had just bought a replacement for his old vehicle. An accident whilst driving to his flat one night about a year previously had wrecked the one he owned then. However, the fault had lain with another driver in what was a multiple collision involving three other vehicles as well. Drew had suffered a fractured patella when his car had rolled over, an injury which was at the time highly inconvenient. Unfortunately, the disruption had directly affected his pathology examination, and he had needed to retake it. Thoroughly frustrated by this coupled with a profound lack of interest in pursuing the matter from his own insurers, he consulted a Solicitor, who, after examining the police reports, had managed to extract significant damages from the perpetrator’s insurance company. After qualifying, and now with a regular income he had enough money left over to afford a much better car. An old friend of Drew’s late father owned a garage, and had recently come across a very impressive Daimler SP250 sports car. The car had ...

... belonged to a former director of a local electrical engineering firm. This friend had supplied it new six years previously. Unfortunately the company had recently overextended itself and had been suddenly plunged into receivership. As a result, the owner of the car was leaving the country very quickly to take up a new job in South Africa. Knowing of Drew’s interests, this friend had checked the car out, and, after making sure it wasn’t subject to repossession by the Receiver, had negotiated a very good price and arranged for him to pick up the vehicle from an address in South Wales. The Daimler was a red soft topped model. Although a relatively small vehicle, it was nevertheless was powered by a big light weight aluminium V8 engine. This combination of small size, lightness, and utterly disproportionate power, rapidly proved to be immense fun to drive. A relatively rare luxury vehicle, with a highly individual shape, it naturally stood out and grabbed attention in any car park. Thursday afternoon was a typical early October “Indian Summer” afternoon. The sun shone brightly, there was only a little breeze, and the temperature was quite warm. It promised to be a great day to be out and about. Drew’s pager went off just before two, as he finished his lunch in the doctor’s dining room. He picked up the phone. “Nurse Deakin for you,” said the switchboard operator. “Thanks,” he said as the connection was made. “Hi Barbara, are we still on?” A sudden pang of intense apprehension ...