Tug of War 1

Hey guys!

Since some of you were curious, I decided to post today some chapters of my new book that are already written. 

Tug of War is a story that I started writing many years ago. If you guys have been around long enough, you might have already read an old and unfinished version of this story in places like fictionmania and TG Story Time. This new version is very different, though. 

I still need to edit those chapters that I'm going to post today. I haven't worked on them since last year, but I'm going to post it anyway so you guys can have an idea of what this story is about. 

Also, this story deals a little bit with political issues, but whatever your political views are, please don't feel triggered by this silly story. I don't intend to offend anyone, and this book is more or less supposed to be a comedy. :-)

Anyway, enough talk. Here's the first part!

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Timothy Foster was a eighteen-year-old boy, just a few months from graduating from high school, with a very serious problem. It's a known fact of life that the problems are inherent to the human existence, as well as pain, death, and traffic jams at the end of the holidays. However, what made Timothy's situation very unique wasn't the problem itself, but the circumstances around it. 

Timothy's problem was his relationship with his father, Richard, who was a tough man, to say the least. Richard was a Navy officer and, as many military men, he was very good at a lot of things, such as giving orders, shouting, shooting, and shouting a little more. However, tolerance definitely wasn't among his qualities. 

Richard wanted his son to also be a military man, too, but it wasn't like: Oh, it would be so nice if you decide to follow my steps, but more like: You have to do that, do you understand? I'm your father, and you have to do exactly what I say!

However, Timothy didn't like this idea. In fact, he hated it with all his heart. Unlike his father, the boy had an artist's soul, almost as if he were some lost hippie coming straight out of the '60s. His greatest idols were people like John Lennon and Bob Dylan, and just like them Timothy played guitar and wrote songs about peace, brotherhood and love. His father, as expected, thought that all of this was a big pile of shit.

Timothy wasn't the manliest boy in the world, so to speak. His slightly wavy hair was light brown with blonde tips, and went down to his shoulders. He always let his hair down and a little mussed, what he believed that made him look cool. He was very skinny, short and had a delicate face, with big green eyes, high cheekbones and a button nose. He had almost no body hair, and his face was completely smooth. His father always criticized not only his hair, but his appearance as a whole, as if the boy's lack of body development was his own fault. 

Richard, on the other hand, was a very strong, tall man, who could sometimes be mistaken for a bear. His face was hard and cruel, and it always became flushed when he was angry, what happened with remarkable frequency, especially when his son was around.

The circumstances that made Timothy's problem even worse weren't simple to be perceived at a first look. However, they were still there, lurking the boy as a predator watching its prey in a dark forest. 

It had begun a year earlier, when Richard had got married again. Timothy's mother had died when he was just a child, and for many years Richard respected the memory of his late wife, staying alone. This only changed when he met Susan, whom he married only two months later. Susan was just the perfect woman for him. She was a beautiful woman in her early forties (as well as Richard), with long brown hair, and a nice body. And the best of all, she was very submissive and a great housewife. According to Richard, those were essential attributes for any woman. 

Susan told him that she was a widow, too, and since she had no children – because she unfortunately couldn't get pregnant – she had decided to move to a small town after the death of her husband to have a quiet life. She then started working as a waitress in a coffee shop which Richard liked to go, where the man met her and asked her out. 

After the wedding, Richard said she would have to stop working to take care of the house, and she happily agreed, saying that all she wanted was to be a good wife to her husband. Oh, Richard could almost have an orgasm just hearing that! There was a woman who knew her role in society. 

Timothy got excited when he met Susan. He foolishly thought that a new relationship could turn his father into a better person – he couldn't be more wrong, though. Richard remained being as unpalatable as before, and treated his new wife almost like a possession. The boy didn't like it, but Susan always told him that everything was fine, and that his father knew what was best for her. 

But what Timothy didn't imagine, let alone his father, was that the woman had her own secret agenda. She wasn't the person she seemed to be, and she had come into Richard and Timothy's lives for a very specific reason. All she needed was an opportunity to put her plan into action, and such opportunity came in one morning that had started like any other in the Forter's house…