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I Kill Me by Tracy H. Tucker6/21/2023 ![]() We lived in the wholesome Green Mountain State. He was an insurance salesman whose specialty was planning for a secure future. ![]() I mean, who did that, anyway? Certainly, not us. So when he first proposed the idea of a playmate, I was shocked. The code was me saying, untie-me-right-now. We’d had a code for him to untie me if I started to freak out. The kinkiest thing we had done thus far was Richard tying me to the bedposts. When my husband of nineteen years told me he wanted to “spice things up,” I was envisioning sex toys…spanking…chocolate-covered penis. I could think of two big reasons why this threesome wasn’t going to work: her boobs. This is the first:ĮXCERPT #1 – from Chapter One: Breathless Instead, with the permission of the publisher and the author, I am including two excerpts from the book. I am not going to tell the story and spoil it for you. ![]() But the book itself is hilariously funny, made so by the voice of the lead character and the predicaments she gets herself into, and provided you can survive reading four-letter words. ![]() When she first, reluctantly, consents and then backs out, he leaves her, and his conduct after he moves out is not charming. This is the story of a high school teacher whose husband of 19 years first wants her to join him and his masseuse in a ménage a trois. I Kill Me: Tales of a Jilted Hypochondriac ![]()
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