The Sensual Revolution by Kayler Holmes Read Free Book Online

I only had to ask. I think he was rather thrilled to find out that his oldest child was a chip off the old block so to speak and to this day our relationship is really strong.
    When he first saw the bed in the tree house he embarrassed both of us by giving me the safe sex speech and a condom (I already had a box of twenty in the cupboard near the bed but, well you know!). Each week he would stick a box of condoms into the bag without either my Mum or me ever noticing. I soon was able to supply then to my mates, for a fee of course and that also added another source of money.
    So at 16 I was more or less independent although I did live in a tree and I was starting to get quite well off, especially when compared to my mates. This meant I was able to get nice clothes, jewellery, aftershave and all that to present a good package to the ladies and even afford little gifts for some of them. I was so cocky; I could walk into any bar at this point (I was tall for my age even then) and pick up almost any chick I wanted, even some that were much older than me. If they had a place we could go to we did, sometimes I brought them back to the tree house and sometimes I just screwed them in the nearest alley or dark corner. This was the beginning of my wild days and I justified them to myself by saying it was okay because I was young. Those wonderful excuses we gave ourselves for all the screw ups we made back then, you think you not only know everything and you rule the world at that age, even more so for me because for all my mischief, fortune seemed to smile on me.
    At about 17 I started going clubbing and there were even more opportunities for sex in those dark clubs and no one ever asked my age. It was an incredible time, a blur of drugs, sex and rock and roll as they say! My mates didn’t find it so funny though as it seemed I had all the luck. Sometimes they would tell the girls that they didn’t want to be with me, that I was a monkey boy who lived in a tree. Stupid arses, that just made the girls more interested and my little tree house soon became known as the Love Shack, very original that right?
    I lasted like that until I was 19 but as my reputation spread eventually it came to the attention of the authorities that I was an adult, living in a house in the woods that I hadn’t paid for and paying no taxes for all the money I was getting. A delegation from the council came to the tree house one day, declared it unfit for human habitation and ordered it torn down. I was gutted, especially because it seemed I would need to go back home to live, with all the chaos there, not to mention the crimp it would put in my love life!
    Again Dad came to the rescue. He had been expecting something like this for a while, especially as I started getting wilder and wilder. Coming over for my usual Sunday lunch doped to the eyeballs and dressed like a playboy, may have not been the most sensible thing to do. It did make my Dad wise up to the situation though and he had started to make provision for this event when I was 16 and first moved in there.
    He had bought an old house at an auction that sold for a song because of how dilapidated it was. He had been spending time every day working on restoring the house and turning it into apartments which he then rented out. Of course I had helped with the renovations but once that had finished I gave no thought to what happened to the house now. It was a good job my Dad had been paying attention though. He had kept one of the apartments empty, it was the one we designed for the caretaker, but I hadn’t realised that he had been caretaking himself rather than take anyone else on so that he could give me the apartment when I grew out of the tree house. I think he was as gutted as I was when they took it down and burned it, after I had got all my possessions out, they would have had to have posted 24/7 guards to stop me slipping back there to pick up my stuff during the night.
    He was as proud as punch