I was nervous. Karen, my wife of eleven years, had told me to meet her at the Tumbleweed Inn at 3:00. I knew that the bar would be pretty much empty at that hour, and whatever it was she had to tell me would have little to do with partying with her. I didn't know how right I was. The TI was where she and I had met thirteen years before. I had a bad feeling...
My wife Cindy and I were raised in church and had been going to the same one for a long time when we decided to visit other churches to see how their services were. We wanted to visit a black church because we always heard they were very interactive and exciting. First, there was music and singing and people were dancing and running around touching each oth...
"We need to talk!" The universal phrase that means someone is in deep shit came out of my mouth like the knell of doom. Sue stopped and looked at me for a moment, and then continued on towards the stairs, dragging that stupid little suitcase behind her. One wheel jittered from side to side as it always did, annoying me even more. "We can talk after I've r...
Here I sit in front of a computer screen, my hands on the keyboard ready and willing to type, it 2 a.m., I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep because a few hours ago, I couldn’t write, I have writers block. I never knew how addictive writing could be, I now understand my father locking himself in his study hour after hour. I wonder what he did in those hours he c...
Kim pulled into the driveway and sighed. She'd just had to drive halfway across town because her husband, Roger, had forgotten the notes for his presentation. Roger had told her he would've come back himself, but this presentation was important for his job and he needed to be there to network with, in his words, 'the important players'. Kim thought he just w...
BALARAM'S TALE OF WOE As the husband I did not quite relish listening to my wife flirting with her friend Dharman. Her bashful, tinkling laughter was especially painful. Equally painful was the tender intonation with which she pronounced the word Dharm, more often than was strictly necessary. I was not eves dropping. The phone in the passage was easily audi...
Larry Andrews worked at a comic book store known as Groovy Comics. Larry hated the store's owner, Paul Paris. Larry decided to steal thousands of dollars worth of comic books so that he could support his own drug habit. Larry and another employee, Mike Howard, collabotated in stealing the comic books and they came up with a phony story about the store being...
It was a close friend who clued me in that my wife of twenty-one years was cheating on me. My buddy Bruce called me at work tell me that he has just seen my wife Libby walking hand in hand into a cheap hotel on the outskirts of our tow. He said he took some pictures on his phone. Of course, I didn't believe it at first. I figured there had to be a logical ex...
As a treat for all the long-time fans and readers of this story, I have gotten some art done based on my mum by the talented artist, Horosho. Also, I've included a pic of her body here for all those asking for it. Enjoy! Dad's intern It was December, with 2 months until we enlisted in Singapore's compulsory military service, I was focusing on enjoying the...
This is a somewhat short LW story that ties in with the NC Bobby and the Cheerleader Car-Wash series. My personality tends to be reflected in my stories. I am an upfront guy, sometimes confrontational on some matters. Over the decades, I've had a few friends who were the victims of cheating wives. This story, except for the mercenary career of the husband, i...