Suicide by Dick or Death Cums Ripping
If he wanted her out of his life, she could certainly arrange that. She had nothing to live for anyway. She first thought of hanging herself in the barn, then letting the partygoers find her body swinnging over their dance floor. Or she could appear in the middle of the festivites and put the old double-barrel shotgun in her mouth and pull the trigger. That would be dramatic, but not personal enough. Neither would dousing herself with gasoline and lighting it. She pondered the problem for...