1. Tartan Blanket


    Date: 9/9/2016, Categories: Cheating, Author: marlowe, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    The one with the tattoo. After driving for almost twenty-minutes neither of them had spoken a word. But with the age divide and nothing in common, conversations between fathers and teenage sons were always at a premium. But although they didn’t talk very much he still had a lot of respect for his mother and father, knowing how difficult it was during their upbringing, providing food and clothing for him, his brother Frank and his two sister’s Victoria and Eve. His parents were both humble people from working class backgrounds. They had no proper education and in those pre-war days they were expected to leave school at an early age to earn money to support their own parent’s modest wages. After leaving school at fourteen his father worked as a trainee tailor and his mother worked as a seamstress. Married at nineteen, by the time Ellen Brand was in her mid-twenties she had given birth to four children. With six mouths to feed his mother and father worked harder than ever to provide the family with the best opportunities possible. And although they were deprived of some material goods, they always managed to get by. During his early childhood he had fond memories of his mother and father working tirelessly on a ‘Singer’ sewing machine until the early hours of the morning, making suits or altering clothes for friends and neighbours, desperately trying to earn a little extra cash to supplement their modest income. They made their regular day-to-day clothing that kept their ...
    children looking reasonably respectable. They even made their school uniforms from left over material that they had suspiciously acquired from previous jobs. And they always made sure their names were written inside. “How’s the job going?” his father enquired, through a cloud of cigarette smoke, the sudden break in silence, forcing a stammered reply. “It’s... Its, okay.” “Sticking in at college,” his father asked. “It was good of your boss to let you take a day off work to attend Newcastle College.” “Yes,” he answered to both questions. “You’re training to be an architect?” his father said, with pride in his voice. “Building surveyor,” he quickly replied. “Same thing. I tell everyone you’re an architect.” “Are they paying you enough?” his father boldly asked. “Good enough, considering what my friends are earning,” he answered, hoping this would be the last of his father’s interrogation. It wasn’t. “When you’re going through an apprenticeship son you’re expected to do all the menial tasks at work. But don’t let that boss of yours give you all the shitty jobs to do.” “Fucking shitty jobs. Don’t let him give you all the shitty jobs.” He wouldn’t dare tell him about the shitty job his boss had recently volunteered him for. Apparently someone using the men’s toilet felt it necessary to smear the walls of one of the toilet cubicles with human excrement, and the only way they were going to catch the perpetrator was to hide someone inside the toilet and observe the comings and goings of ...
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