Sultry Reading for Geralds Game Stephen King

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Description

Introduction to intimate game play. A peep into Gerald's Games. Adult Reading

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)

Transcript

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This is stupid, she thought. But stupid. Wasn't the whole story either. I was also a little scary. She didn't like to admit it, but there waas Jared, Why don't we just forget this? He hesitated for a moment. Frowning a little. They went on across the rooms with a dresser, which stood to the left of the bathroom door. His face cleared as he went. She watched him from where she lay on the bed, her arms raise. It's played out, making her look a little like freeway chained up in waiting for great ape in King Kong. Her wrist had been secured to the mahogany bed post with two sets of handcuffs. The change gave each hand about six inches. With the movement not much. He put the keys on top of the dresser, two minute clicks. Her ears seem to exceptionally fine working order for Wednesday afternoon and then turned back to her over his head. Son ripples from the lake dance and waved on the bedrooms. High white cell means what do you say? This has lost a lot of his charm for me, and I never had that much to begin with. She did not he grinned. He had a heavy pink skin face below, a narrow widow's peak of hair as black as a crow screen. And that grin of Hiss had always done something to her that she didn't much care for. She couldn't quite put her finger on what something waas, but oh, sure makes him look stupid. You can practically see his I Q going down 10 points for every inch. That grin spreads at its maximum with you're killing corporate lawyer of a husband looks like a janitor on work release when the local mental institution that was cruel but not entirely inaccurate. But how did you tell? But how do you tell your husband of almost 20 years that every time he grinned, he looked as if he was suffering from light mental retardation? The answer was simple. Of course you didn't. His smile was a different matter entirely. He had a lovely smile. She guessed it was that smart, so warm and did humor which have persuaded her to go out with him in the first place. It had reminded her of her father smile when he told his family amusing things about his day as he sips a before dinner gin and time