Stories by Titslave

The List – Part 2 By Titslave Doc Redding stood on his porch, grateful that the rain had spent itself. His short street, Lilac Court, was part of a brand- new subdivision and Lilac had no other residents. His wife had left town, and he had to admit that being on his own was...

The List – Part 1 By Titslave At her neighborhood Starbucks on Federal Boulevard south of Broncos Mile High Stadium in Denver, Connie Keegan sat down with her old friend Sam for coffee. They had not seen each other for some time. She scolded him for his radio silence of the...

The Tutor – Part 3 After his illicit encounter with Ted’s wife Suzanne, Don Phillips was at war with himself. She was bilking him for tutoring his son and his teammates. Don had gone to her house with the determination to get the overcharges back and instead gave in to her wickedness. He...

The Tutor – Part 2 In Part 1, condescending and riding high Ted Olson was abruptly fired as an assistant athletic director at a Division I university. To make ends meet his voluptuous wife with a big round ass had to take on a role as a math tutor of Jimmy, a well-built and bashful freshman on...

The Tutor – Part 1 By Titslave It is usually those whose poverty is relatively recent, the ‘new poor,’ who throb with the ferment of frustration. The memory of better things is as fire in their veins. - Eric Hoffer With his appointment last summer as assistant athletic director of the...

The Water Park By Titslave Oakmont had spent $14,000,000 to expand its municipal water park, now renamed “Water Nation.” The Husseys from Riverdale, about seven miles away, didn’t mind paying the extra money for a ****** pass. Thirty something, very generously endowed, Joyce Hussey lay with...

Vicki Gordon had just turned 40, and life had settled in to a comfortable, middle class, sometimes predictable existence. She and her husband Tim lived with their two children, C.J., a seventeen year old son and Tonya, his twelve year old kid sister, on a quiet suburban street in a four-bedroom...

Tom Barton awoke for a third time and sat up in bed, convinced in his groggy state that he must have been imagining things when cries and moans invaded his dream- filled visit with Morpheus. He dreamt he and his wife Connie were back in Paris, not on their recent honeymoon, but there as curators...

The next day Julie took four hours to shop for the right outfit for the Saturday barbecue. She bought a long print dress with a sultry, eye catching brown and red flower pattern that had a long slit up the right side, all the way to her hips. She bought brown spike heel shoes. She bought a...

Connie Melford's first marriage started early in her life - she was 18 - and had ultimately failed. Divorced in January of her 35th year, she had insisted she would never marry again, but here she was a few months later at the altar, beaming. Her mother had spent hours helping her with her...