This story will be nostalgic for some and a real education for those who have not been there. It is the story of a man who having survived a bitter divorce goes to Thailand looking for love and a new life. He finds lots of exotic sex and bitter betrayal.
A partly true tale, mostly fictional, of the darkest time in two lives. We were both young and new to mental illness. We were friends and attracted to each other as we were held captive for our own good in a hospital psyche ward. Would the relationship last after discharge or were we merely clinging to each other as somebody safe and secure in a time of chaos?
My girlfriend invited me to a party at a friend's house, where she surprised me with a gift, of sorts. Then she gave a little, but wound up getting a lot more than she bargained for.
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.
A Tales from an Ex-Brat Story I didn't learn to drive until leaving the RAF. I was in the TA(Territorial Army) when I learned but don't think I was driving tanks or APCs or Landrovrers. The TA paid for my lessons with a civvy driving school and I learned in a bog standard Austin 1100. This true story recounts the first and last time i drove a truck, although I did become a Yellow Van Man