At 23, Jason was in the final year of his university. That day, in the autumn of 89, he was heading for home for the term break. He did not inform his parents, wanting to surprise them. The taxicab dropped him off at the beachfront house where his mother, Marilyn and father Bill were staying. Jason paid the cabby. The sea breeze was blowing gently as the walked up the pathway leading to the porch. As it was only 11am, he knew that his dad was away at the office and probably his mother was out too. As he approached the porch, he saw a Mercedes parked near the other side of the building. Dad bought a new car, he thought. Bill Thompson had married Marilyn when he was 35 and she was a young and beautiful 20-year-old, working as a personal assistant to him at his company. He had fallen for her almost the first time he saw her. Marilyn was petite, with the body that men always gave an admiring look. Even now, when she was in her early forties, she looked more alluring matured and full ...