"History is more or less bunk." Henry Ford
"Well this history isn't." Holly Rennick
"Those who don't remember the past are condemned to repeat it." George Santayana
"But could we give this one another run-through?" Cindi Barton
A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story This short tale recounts my foray into the music scene, which likewise was short. It is a true story and only the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Per ardua ad astra.
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A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story Another blast from the past. Names have been changed to protect the guilty, and the embarrassed. This tale warns of the perils of overindulging in the good things of life, which may lead to under indulgence in other pleasurable activities. Moreover, although you should not look a gift horse in the mouth one should always be wary of leaping before looking.
My name is Jack, and now at thirty years old, my wife, Hannah, and I are living with our four-year-old daughter in Tulsa, Oklahoma. I was born and raised in the Tulsa suburbs, and met Hannah at The University of Oklahoma in Oklahoma City in our senior year. She grew up in OKC and I didn't know much about her when we met, other than being attracted to her bubbly, outgoing personality, as well as her good looks. And this story describes how my cuckold lifestyle began.