Debbie Part 1

He had gotten a job with a large company doing odd jobs, mostly filing papers and bringing out mail. It wasn't much, but it was enough to pay for a small one-room apartment on the seedier side of town. Since he was still very shy from his experiences in high school he hadn't made any friends yet, but he was gaining confidence every day. No one had picked on him yet. Since everything was going so well, he decided to try his luck and contact his aunt. Maybe she would be nice. So Wednesday evening he called the number he had found in his mothers belongings. "Chamberlain residence", a soft and sexy soprano answered, catching him somewhat by surprise. He hadn't expected someone sounding so sexy. "Is this Helen Chamberlain?", he asked. "No. Who may I say is calling?", the voice answered. "John Shoemaker, I am Helen Chamberlain's nephew", he stammered back. The voice told him to wait and after a couple of minutes another voice came on: "This is Helen Chamberlain. To whom am I speaking?", the voice inquired. It was soft yet very commanding. "It's John Shoemaker. I am the son of Catherine who I think was your sister", he answered the voice. "What was your fathers name", she asked. "Tom Shoemaker", John answered. After a small silence the voice said: "Then I probably am your aunt." A silence followed, which he felt the need to break: "I thought maybe we could meet? I have never met you, and mom never spoke of you, but since we are related and I have moved to town maybe.", he trailed of. "Excellent idea!" his aunt's voice answered, "how about tomorrow evening?" This was far better than he had hoped for so he eagerly agreed to meet at her place the following evening.

The address his aunt had given him was in a very expensive part of the suburbs, and the house itself was nothing short of amazing. It turned out to be surrounded by a garden that was large enough to qualify as a park.