It was Friday, the start of the weekend, but Maggie had no plans. This weekend would come and go as they always do, and she would be all alone. Her fa...e was expressionless as she dragged her way back home. Each step she took seemed like her last. Maggie looked pale, worn out and beaten. Her once long and wavy cinnamon-red colored hair that used to tumble down her shoulders and onto her chest, was now tied up in a loose knot upon her head. The once vibrant twenty-five-year old required all she. You will be my lawyer won't you?" Yes of course. I never thought I would have to represent you in a divorce though. What are you going to do about your supposedly good-hearted neighbors that brought your wife home safely?" I don't know yet, but it's going to cost them. One thing Paul, is it possible to make you and Paula limited guardians of my children? I'm considering leaving town. I can't face Mary much longer and I will need someone to look after Josh and Edie's interests. If she continues. I looked to them and her mother only nodded. I took a Martini on ice as well and handed them over their glasses. “You live here alone, you said earlier?” Rosalyn asked. “Yeah. I lived here with my wife before she died almost sixteen years ago.” “Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to bother you.” She said sincerely. “No it’s ok. I mean, it’s already sixteen years ago.” We had a nice chat for a while before passing to dinner. Denise was sitting quietly smiling beside me and listening to our. “Now we are ready to go!” I exclaimed. I pushed her out the door in front of me and we got into my car. We went to a bar where neither of us would be known. At my request we were seated at a booth in the back and I ordered double drinks for us. I sipped mine and at the same time forced Sweetmix to gulp hers and ordered another. After two more drinks were forced down her, I set my plan in motion. I put my hand on her knee nearest me and pushed up the hem of her little black dress. She put a hand.