She's my girlfriend. I haven't gotten in her pants yet but she gives great head — at least based on my limited experience in seventeen years.Just as...I was getting ready to leave the house and go shoot some pool at the local bowling alley, Jessica came home from work. She came directly up stairs to my room and knocked on my door."Honey, I am so sorry, but I have to go back to the office. I know you spend time with your father on Thursday's and I had planned to substitute. I will be late so here. She said okay and they left.Everything to that point was an act to buy time. Now that Sally was gone I figured that I had until noon the next day to do what I was going to do. By seven I had cancelled all of our credit cards, by nine I had cleaned out all the checking and savings accounts and by ten I had rented a U-Haul truck. By twelve I had everything I wanted moved out of the house and placed in storage and by one I was checked into a motel on the other side of town.The house was mortgaged. Pooja has that subtle, confident look that some women in the middle of life are fortunate enough to have. It is the look that says to the outside world, I like myself. I’m a woman, and I’m not afraid of who I am now! Getting back to telling you what happened, it was in about our forth or fifth year of our marriage and we had moved out of the city and into a two-story apartment in the suburbs. The apartment complex was very small, only six units and the building backed up to a lush, dense. The woman was seated opposite with a girl of perhaps eleven sitting beside her. “So, you are accusing this man of raping your daughter? And this is the daughter? What is your name girl? Come, speak up”“Angela”“Address the Governor as SIR!” shouted the sergeant. He was determined that this was to appear a proper court, not some vague, informal meeting. Especially if his soldier was on trial.“Angela, sir”“Tell us what happened, please, Angela”“He grabbed me and pushed me down and tore my clothes.