Carl is a man that I chat to in the 'FUN' chat rooms, he told me his story one long night in November, this isn't his story exactly and his name isn't Carl, I altered his story to make it more of an entertainment than a documentary.

I was an only child, I grew up in a three bedroom flat in one of the better boroughs of London, my mother died when I was only fourteen and my father went down hill from there on. I had to leave school when I was sixteen and get a crappy job to help pay the rent on our flat. My father had withdrawn almost totally into a silent world, he never left the flat and as I was paying the rent I made sure that my name was on the tenancy agreement. My father died when I was twenty years old and I gave up working full time and opted instead for earning a living by gambling, I was relatively good with the horses, made a little from cards and would make a bet with anyone on almost any subject. I had one other bit of good luck, a school friend from when I was fourteen had qualified as a surveyor and had started a business in Canterbury, he got almost all of the building society property survey work in the town. He then won a contract with a national building company to audit their building sites all over the country. He had only two choices, one was to take on another surveyor who would be expensive or to find someone he could trust who was reasonably intelligent to carry out his valuations for him. That's where I came in, he knew me for most of his life, and although I had no qualifications he knew that was only because I had worked to support my father instead of taking the academic route he was able to take. He also knew that I would be happy with an arrangement that didn't pay a salary but a price for each job I did for him. In the early days I would do two or three surveys a week for him for which he paid me two hundred pounds a survey. I had set up my own company and had managed to pay almost no tax for the first three years, then the housing boom really started and I was working six days a week some weeks, surveying anything up to sixteen properties a week. That meant I was earning serious money, and along with my skills in predicting the outcome of equine speed trials meant that I was putting serious money in the bank each week. I was also spending hours travelling from my flat in the centre of London to Canterbury every day, which was a negative point.

It all started when I was surveying a three bedroom detached house opposite a high school, the house was empty and I had the keys to allow me to work in the house. I was checking the state of the window frames when the noise level suddenly rose and I realised that the children had been released for the mid morning break. I had never rationalised it before but I really enjoyed watching children at play. I went up into the front bedroom and stood watching them all running around, shouting, fighting, skipping, playing football and then my attention was drawn to a girl, she was sitting on the steps leading to a portable classroom, she was about eleven years old, grossly overweight and all alone. As I watched her I saw her eat a bag of crisps, two chocolate bars and drink most of a bottle of coke. I remember thinking to my self that she had just eaten enough calories to keep me going all day and in just a few minutes too. I usually typed the report on each property on my laptop at home each day and used the Internet to send the file to my friends office where his wife would tidy it up and print it ready for posting to the building society after my friend had looked it over and signed it. I had the laptop in my car so I decided to sit in the empty house and type the report. I had finished typing at a few minutes to lunchtime and then sat in the front bedroom eagerly awaiting the bell to release the children again. I looked to see if the overweight girl came out but didn't see her when the melee of children burst out of the school and into the playground. I assumed that she had gone straight in to lunch, about twenty past twelve I watched her plod across the playground, she walked very flat footed and almost stomping along, there was nothing dainty about her. She took up her position, sitting on the steps leading to the portable classrooms, as soon as her bottom touched the step she was eating chocolate again. No one went within six feet of her for almost an hour, and she spent that hour eating junk food and reading a magazine. As soon as the bell sounded, calling the children back to lessons, I left the house, I decided not to return the key right away but to keep it for the rest of the day. I made my second visit, there was a woman waiting for me, she complained bitterly that she had waited in all morning for me to call and I apologised for being held up on my previous job. I made quick notes on the house, room sizes, moisture content of the walls, condition of the property, the roof, the windows and the garage, I was in and out in thirty minutes. I went back to the house opposite the school and sat in the master bedroom with my laptop and wrote up the report on the second house. I was watching the kids on the sports field, the boys were playing football and running laps, the girls were busy with hockey and net ball, I tried to imagine what the lonely chocolate eating girl would look like in shorts and tee-shirt. I had just finished typing my reports when the first of the children ran out of the school gates. I slid my laptop under the front seat of my Nissan Shogun, locked it up and left my car on the drive and walked a few yards along the opposite side of the road from the school, I could see there was another exit from the school but I wouldn't be able to see if the girl left by that route. There were so many variables, her mother or father could be there to pick her up, she could be leaving by the back gate as I was watching the front, she could be doing an after school activity. I decided that she didn't look the type to spend a moment longer in school than necessary. Then she passed through the front gates of the school, she crossed the road and walked right past me, I moved slightly so that she passed as closely as possible. I sniffed at the air as she passed, there was a faint smell of body odour as she passed but not old and stale. She walked to a shop a few yards from the school, a few boys ran past her and jostled her briefcase from her hands, she just sniffed in frustration and picked up the case and went into the shop. I watched her pick up more chocolate and crisps and I pretended to read the advertisements in the window so that I could be as close to her as possible when she left the shop. I followed her as she walked home, it was hard to stop behind her because she walked so slowly, I had to keep pretending to do things so as to not overtake her. She turned up the drive of a large detached house, it was about two miles from the school but it took her the best part of an hour to get there. The house was right on the edge of the development and opposite a mall country park, and as luck would have it there was a simple car park exactly opposite her house. There were no cars on the drive to the house and I watched as the girl used her key to let herself in the house, I watched as she typed a code into an alarm pad just inside the front door, so I knew she was all alone in the house. She turned the living room light on even though it wasn't dark and turned on the TV, I could just make out that she was eating chocolate again as she watched the TV. I decided to walk back and fetch my car, I had decided that I needed to know as much about the girl and her family as possible and so would spend a little time watching the house from the car park opposite. Nothing much happened all night, a woman that I assumed was her mother arrived home at 19:45, she drove into the drive in an old Ford Escort, she had a brown paper bag in one hand and a briefcase in the other. I estimated that she was about five foot six inches tall and over three hundred pounds, at around twenty two stones she was more round that merely fat. I watched closely and saw her pass a wrapped parcel out of the paper bag to the girl, it was fish and chips, more fat and carbohydrates on top of about five pounds of chocolate that I had seen the girl eat already that day. Just before nine o'clock a man drove into the drive in a Mercedes SLK, he was also quite fat and carrying a briefcase. I didn't see him enter the living room where the girl and her mother were sitting watching TV together. A light came on in the main front bedroom, I watched as the man sat close to the window at a computer screen, he worked there for a while and then I saw the girl leave the living room and arrive in the main bedroom a few moments later. She kissed the man and left the room again. I had a stroke of luck, the smaller front bedroom light went on and I saw the girl approaching the window, she was unbuttoning her school shirt as she got closer to the window, she closed the curtains as she opened her shirt. I saw a flash of her small bra cup just as the gap between the curtains finally closed. I was thinking about leaving as it was getting close to ten o'clock and I still had an hour's drive ahead of me to get home. But there was something still to find out, the man started to undress about ten thirty, he left the room, trip to the bathroom I assumed, then returned to the bedroom, closed the curtains and turned out the light. The round woman was still sitting in the living room watching TV and at about eleven thirty she turned off the TV and the living room light as she was obviously going to bed. I rushed from the car and ran to a footpath a few houses along the street from their house, I could make out the bathroom window from the obscured glass and the light was on. I could make out her body in the window as the light was on the wrong side of the sink, I watched the large pink blob in the window as it washed, then I got a surprise, the back bedroom light went on. She was in her nighty as she closed the curtains, she obviously didn't sleep with her husband. As it was past eleven o'clock and it would take me an hour to get home and I really wanted to be back in that car park at seven o'clock in the morning I decided to look for a Travel Lodge to spend the night.

While driving back towards the centre of Canterbury I passed the house that I had spent so much of the day watching the school children from. All the lights in the house were on and as I had been told that no one lived there I decided that I must have left the lights on after I had finished typing my reports. I stopped outside the house but had second thoughts about letting myself in with the key I had for the earlier survey. I knocked at the door and a young woman with extremely red eyes and tear-streaked cheeks opened the door. I apologised for disturbing her at such a late hour and I went on to explain that I had been told that no one lived in the house and that as I had been in earlier to survey the property I had assumed that I had left the lights on and wanted to turn them off if that was the case. The woman had obviously been drinking, she was the sister of the man that owned the house, he had died in a car accident a few weeks before and she had inherited the house from his estate. She had decided to sell the house, hence my survey for the purchaser's building society, now she needed to clean out her brothers personal possessions but she had been there for three hours and the only thing she had the courage to open was two bottles of wine. I asked if I could be of any assistance to her, she invited me in and offered me a share of her wine, we sat chatting and got to know a little about each other. Her name was Sally, her mother and father had both passed away when she was still at school and her brother had left university to get a job to support her. They had lived together until she got a job and moved into an apartment right in the town centre. I asked her why she didn't just live in the house instead of in the rented apartment. There were too many memories for her in this house, eventually we got round to packing things up, I would open a draw and check the contents. Anything that I thought might upset her I put into a box and anything that was innocent I passed to her to decide what to do with it. I found some love letters, they were from a girl called Sally to Bob, I realised that the Sally I was talking to and the Sally in the letters were one and the same. It peaked my interest to think that here were a brother and sister that were in love and in more than an innocent family way. I put the letters into a box and sealed it shut, marking the lid of the box, "Do not open until you are much stronger". Sally looked at the message on the lid of the box and blushed a deep red, almost as deep as the Bordeaux we were drinking. During the small talk I asked her how much she was selling the house for, she had wanted £140,000 the only people that had even made an offer had forced her down to £110,000 because the house didn't have double glassing, there was a noisy school right across the road and there was a railway line at the bottom of the garden. I told her the house was easily worth her original asking price and more than that I actually liked the house and would love to buy it. I hand wrote an offer letter for her, offering the full £140,000, at six o'clock in the morning I offered her a lift home and she watched as I posted the offer letter through her estate agents door. We exchanged mobile telephone numbers and she told me that I could use the house to have a sleep in until my next appointment that was due at three in the afternoon.

I returned to the car park opposite the chubby girl's house, I saw the father walking around in the living room as I arrived at six thirty, I saw the girls light go on a few moments after I turned my engine off. She opened the curtains wearing a pretty pink nighty, it was slightly see-through and I could make out her bra under the thin material. She walked into the living room just as her father was putting his coat on, he was driving off toward the London road within seconds. The girls mother ran into the living room a few moments later and she seemed to be doing a dozen things at once, eating toast, talking on her mobile phone, cleaning her shoes, sorting papers in her briefcase, talking to her daughter and so on. By seven thirty the mother had left home travelling in the same direction as her husband. I watched the girl eat more chocolate as she watched TV, there was a definite pattern, I assumed that the girl was desperately lonely and unhappy. Her home situation with a mother and father working long hours and then not being a family for the little time that they are in the house, her school life seemed to be equally unhappy. She was a prime target for a man like me and I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about wanting to add her to my list of conquests. I watched her put her coat on and collect her things together for school. I was waiting on the footpath as she passed by, I timed my approach to perfection, I wanted to bump into her just hard enough to make her fall on the grass but not hard enough to hurt her. It was a perfect accident, she was sprawling on the muddy, damp, grass, and her pride was the only thing that was dented. I helped her up, there was a smell of cheap soap about her, no wonder she had a body odour by the end of the day. I was totally apologetic about bumping her on to the mud and I offered to take her to work so that she wouldn't be late because of me, she burst out laughing and said that she might be late for school not work. I stood back slightly, looked her up and down and said, " You're kidding me, you're a teacher?" She said, "No I'm a student!" I asked her if she wanted me to take her to the University after she had cleaned herself up and by now she was laughing, she told me that she was just at the high school along the road. I asked if I could walk her to school to make sure that no other idiot like me knocked her over again. Her face really lit up when she smiled, I wanted to kiss here there and then, I wanted to see exactly what she tasted like but I knew that I had to take my time. I followed her along her drive and stood in the kitchen while she washed her hands and wiped the mud off of her legs. I asked her what her name was and told her that I was Carl, her name was Eleanor, but her nickname was Elle. I though how unfortunate that a girl the size of a baby Elephant should end up with a name like Elle, but I said, "That's a lovely name". I cleaned her shoes while she changed out of her dirty clothes in another room. I desperately wanted to walk in on her in her as she was dressed only in her underwear but subdued the urge. I walked with her all the way to the school gates, there was no one else in site, all the other kids had moved to their classrooms. I knew that she would get into trouble for being late, so I walked her to the secretary's office and told the secretary that I had knocked Eleanor over on her way to school and she had to return home to get cleaned up. I said goodbye to Elle and walked across the road to sally's house where I slept for an hour, until the noise from the kids in the playground woke me up. I saw Elle sitting on the steps as usual, a group of boys were taunting her because of her size but she was managing to totally ignore them, engrossed as she was in a chocolate bar. I fell asleep again after the kids went back into the classroom and woke up in time for their lunch break, I watched Elle for about an hour, she didn't do anything except for eat chocolate but I watched her all the same. As soon as school started for the afternoon I used my mobile phone to talk to a friend in the city, he was a financial advisor and had a pot of spare money. I told him I was thinking about moving out to Canterbury and buying a house, I asked him what the best mortgage was at the moment, half expecting him to suggest that he loaned me the money under the same terms as a building society. He asked what I was doing with my flat, I said that I would just give up the tenancy when I moved. He thought for a moment and told me to go into his office the next day with all my details and rent book from the flat. I surveyed the one property that I had to do that day and returned to Elle's school just as the kids were flooding out of the main gate. I parked on Sally's drive and waited across the road from the school until I saw Elle approaching. Her face broke into a broad smile when she saw me, I asked if I could walk with her as far as the footpath where I knocked her over earlier. She blushed quite a lot but nodded her agreement to walking with me. I offered to carry her briefcase for her and she got a little giggly at that, but I still took her bag and noticed that there was definitely an extra spring in her step. As we passed the shop Elle looked very indecisive, it was as if she was torn between a force wanting her to go into the shop to get her chocolate fix and the force that didn't want me to see her as weak. We talked the whole way to her house, as we got close I asked her if there was anyone at home and if I should leave her before anyone saw us. Elle told me there would be no one home until at least eight o'clock, I asked her if she would like to go for a drive after she had changed out of her school clothes. She mulled it over in her head and told me that she would love to and to pick her up in twenty minutes. I had to run all the way back to Sally'' house to collect my car and pulled up at Elle's drive just as she opened the front door. She looked impressed by my Nissan 4X4 and happily jumped into the front passenger seat. I asked her if she had eaten and she shook her head, I took her into the centre of town and found a great restaurant at the side of the river, there was an old witches ducking seat there and everything. I ordered a green salad for starter and chicken breast with vegetables for my main course, when the waitress asked if I wanted French fries or jacket potatoes I told her that I didn't want any potatoes at all. Elle was impressed and ordered the same, I asked for a bottle of sparkling mineral water and asked Elle if she wanted anything to drink, she asked for coke, I asked her if she wanted diet or regular, she thought for a moment and said diet please. We made small talk all through dinner, I wanted to know everything about her and her family, I found out that her mum and dad hadn't slept in the same room for three years. They fought all the time and now hardly ever spent any time in the same room as each other. I was suitably sympathetic, made all the right noises, how awful it must be for her to live with her parents like that. I asked if she would like a sweet, she asked if I was going to have on and I told her that I didn't really need a sweet but I would be happy to get her one. She declined, I drove her home and parked in the car park opposite her house. We sat listening to music on my in-car CD player until seven forty five, we talked and talked all the time, I wanted to kiss her more than anything but I knew that I could blow it big time if I made a move too early. There was an awkward moment as Elle left the car, I think she wanted me to kiss her but I held back. I sat for a while watching Elle in the living room, I expected her to hit the chocolate as soon as she got in, she did pick up a bar, but then put it back, she watched TV until her mother came home. I recognised the little white plastic bag in her hand as a Chinese take away, I also saw Elle shaking her head when her mother offered her a plate piled high with food. Just at that moment Elle's father arrived home, Elle took the plate from her mother and took it to her father in his bedroom, I watched as he ate the food. I saw Elle turn her bedroom light on and she was undoing the buttons on her blouse as she walked to the window to close her curtains. Her blouse was fully open and her bra looked lovely in virgin white, she looked hard out of the window and saw my car was still there, I waved to her and she held her blouse across her chest with one hand and waved back at me with the other. I drove away from the car park with quite an erection, normally I would have stopped there and masturbated with the image of her standing there in her bra fresh in my mind but tonight I needed to get home to my flat and write my report from the survey I did that afternoon.

I worked faster than usual to finish my report at a reasonable time, I emailed the three reports to the office and then phoned Sally to see if the estate agents had contacted her about my offer. Sally had heard nothing, I asked her if she could check with them first thing in the morning to see what was happening, Sally agreed to do that. After a pause Sally asked me if I was still in town, I asked her why. She wanted me to come over if I was there, she had enjoyed our chat so much the night before, I apologised for being in London and too far to pop over, she sighed and told me to visit her any time I was in Canterbury.

I had two surveys for the next day but I went to my friend's office in Cannery Wharf I took all my documents, as my friend had asked. He checked the tenancy agreement and rent-book, "This looks like you have been the tenant of that flat for twenty years!" He said. My father and I had the same name, so it looked like Carl Black had taken the tenancy out twenty years ago, then another Carl Black was joint tenant and then he left, leaving the original Carl Black as the sole tenant once more. My friend had a lot of forms for various local councils and he found the one for mine, a form requesting the right for a tenant to buy his rented property. I signed the bottom after my friend had filled in the form for me, he told me he would give me a bridging loan to cover the price of the house in Canterbury and a lone to cover buying my flat too. I took the form to the council office and handed it to the housing officer in his hand. I had to drive like a maniac to get to Canterbury in time to make my first appointment, did the survey in record time and had finished at the next property before lunch. I drove to Elle's school and sat across the road in my car waiting for her to come out and sit on the steps as usual. Elle recognised my car instantly, she sneaked out of school and walked past the side of my car, I opened the electric window and said hi to her. Elle pretended that she hadn't recognised my car and faked surprise that I was there. I asked her if she would like to listen to music with me until the bell went, she pointed to a footpath and told me to meet her in the next street. I was at the other end of the footpath at the same moment that Elle was, she jumped in to my car and produced a CD from her bag, "Cam we listen to this pleeeeeese?" She asked. I took the CD and popped it into the player, it was a typical boy band, I actually hated it but pretended that it was great for Elle's benefit. "Why did you sit opposite my house last night after I went in home?" "I wanted to look at you for as long as possible!" "Mmmmm". "And it was worth the wait to see you in your bedroom just before you closed the curtains!" Elle blushed, "You saw me in my bra?" "Yes". The CD ended and Elle looked at the time, she had to run to get back in school for afternoon registration, just before she jumped out of my car she leaned slightly towards me. I knew that this was her giving me permission to give her a platonic kiss on the lips, I had been here twenty times so far, each girl played out the same routine as the one before. I kissed her tenderly on the lips, quite a fatherly, passionless kiss but it was only the start, Elle was walking with me down the long slow path to losing her virginity. She moved faster than I had seen her move before, there was a little more grace and a little less elephantine plodding that even the day before. I had asked her what she had to eat today, there were no chocolates, no fried food, she had taken a jacked potato and green salad from the school dining room and that was all she had all day so far. I marvelled at how easy it was to manipulate a lonely girls lifestyle by simply caring about her and showing her that there was another way to live. Sally called me almost as soon as Elle had run off back to school, she had spoken to the estate agent and asked for a progress report. The buyers were pushing for an early completion and if Sally could talk to her solicitor today and get the paperwork chain started the survey could catch the rest of the paperwork up when it arrived. I said, "Reminds me somewhat of the odour of a black, plague carrying rodent!" Sally said, "Pardon?" "I smell a rat!" I replied. I asked her if she had asked if there was any other interest in the property, she had and the estate agent had told her there wasn't. I suggested that it might be better if we made a private sale, a contract just between the two of us, that would save her about £3000 too in agent's fees. Sally asked me if I would like to come over to her apartment tonight to discuss things, I told her that I would be there at about nine thirty if that was ok with her. I used her empty house again to write the two reports from the visits I had made in the morning, I finished in time to be waiting opposite the school gates at the end of lessons. Elle was one of the first through the gates, running all the way until she saw me standing there, then she broke into a dignified stroll. We made the usual small talk and I asked her if I could walk her home again, she looked at my car on the driveway and asked why I didn't drive her home. When we were in the car I apologised for kissing her earlier, she almost jumped out of her skin. She told me that she wanted me to kiss her, she had wanted me to kiss her the night before as well and when I didn't she thought that I didn't really like her. I said that I liked her more than anyone I had met in years, she asked me if I wanted to come in her house for a little while. I was worried that things were moving a little too fast, for what I wanted to happen it had to be carefully choreographed, a move too soon and she might tell her parents or the authorities, too late and she might lose interest in me. I asked her if I could take her to dinner again tonight and she said that she would love that. I found a pub in the country, we both had a beef salad and shared a portion of potato wedgies, Elle didn't want a sweet again and drank diet cola. The evening was a repeat of the night before, listen to music and chat until the last minute before her mother was due to arrive home. The only departure from the night before was that we kissed twice while we sat there, the first was just the same as the one in the afternoon but the second was with a little more passion. I sat watching Elle in her living room when her mother arrived home, her mother had two large pizzas, no wonder Elle was so big, her mother fed her nothing but junk and fatty food. I was proud of Elle when she again refused the fast food, and again she gave her food to her father as soon as he arrived home. Elle went straight to her room and walked to the window to see if I was still sitting there watching her, she blew me a kiss, looked both ways along the street and took her blouse off. She wandered around the room and then I watched her bend down and when she stood up again she had her skirt folded over her arm, so that I could see that she was just in her panties and bra. I couldn't see low enough to see she was standing there in her underwear for me, but I knew that's what she was doing. She turned her back to the window and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor, then pulled her nighty over her head, turning back to the window just as the silky material covered her breasts. I could clearly make out the slightly darker pink surrounding her nipples, and the fact that they were standing out with her excitement. Elle blew me another kiss and then closed her curtains and the light went out, I had to rush to get to Sally's apartment by nine thirty but made it with enough time to spare to pick up two bottles of wine on the way.