The Crescent : No.10


“He’s been banging her for years Marge!” The middle age man breathlessly said, then taking another draw of his rollie ” I mean my god her husband doesn’t even know!”.

Marge looked at her husband with a grin, she loved the gossip.  As she grinned the massive gap between her front teeth could be seen.  Holding her baby like a badge.

“I know Fred, right? She goes on the school run, comes home and does the dirty deed. The tramp!” She smiled, Fred was a loyal husband and she knew he’d never cheat.

There was a loud sound from the loft, they could hear it down in the kitchen.

“I swear there’s rats up there, I may have to have a look love” Fred said.

“No, don’t worry. I don’t think it’s rats. Probably just the wind, it gets draughty up there” marge mimicked the wind “I’ll have a look in a while”

“Alright so Marge, I’ll leave it to you!”

He puffed on the last of his rookie, put down his mug of tea and grandly announced he was going to the job centre.

Marge stood at the window and tutted at her neighbour who was having an affair. “Dirty old trough, imagine carrying on like that” she tutted once more.

Fred looked at her, he was happy to have such a loyal woman.  Best one on the estate, he got a real catch there.

He stood up, gave Marge a kiss on the cheek and got his keys.

“Don’t forget the list!” She said and pulled out a list longer than a toilet roll. “We need the basics love”.

“Fair dos, I’ll see you later love” he said lovingly.  He closed the front door behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Marge put the baby straight in his travel cot and went sprinting upstairs.  She got an old broom and tapped on the attic door.  The loft hatch opened and the built in ladder slid down. A man came down the ladder.

“Is he gone?” The man asked wiping sleep from his eye.

“Yes, now come over here and do me harder than a bottle of lambrini!”

The man obliged and went full throttle.

And so here starts the tale of The Crescent.  A little housing area were everyone gets involved in each others lives.  Marge and Fred are one of many families that live in the Crescent.

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The Crescent : No.22


The poshness of number 22 can not be described.  Everything in the house was cold and organised. Immaculate and clean, straight and efficient.

 Josephine had a highly paid job and her husband had a monopoly on his services.

Josephine sat on the sofa drinking a green tea when a rap at the door.  Josephine rolled her eyes and went straight to the door.

She opened it.

It was her pimp.

“Yo posh nosh where ya been last night girl?” He asked calmly.

“Hey Norman…” she started.

“Don’t hey Norman me with that bullshit. Shit…you’re my money. Remember that!” Norman was getting irritated.

“Sorry” she replied sheepishly.

“Well shit ain’t ya gonna ask your daddy in?” 

“Y-y-yes by all means come in” Josephine ushered him in. Norman looked around.

“Mmmm, lordy, you have got some fine shit in here. Mmm hmm.” Norman was holding a crystal bear ornament.  He laughed a little.

“Well uh, I expected some work done for me last night” he started undoing his buttons “so I expect you to work hard right now”.

Josephine was already undressed and bent over.  Expecting it.

Just as Norman was about to take his clothes off the rattling of keys. Josephine’s husband.

Norman’s face switched from lustful to serious in an instant. Josephine stared hard at the door, in walked her husband Kyle.

Kyle looked at his naked wife then at Norman. Norman stared and broke the silence.

“Bitch! Where were you last night? You my number one rent boy, bitch!” Norman yelled.

“I was just taking the night off boss, I’ve got sting ring” Kyle replied.

“Bitch please, sit on over there” Norman said pointing at the sofa. He gave a disgusted look “gave you employee of the month and everything”. He turned back to Josephine.

“sting ring! PAH!”