What’s it going to be bitch; are you leaving or dying? It’s your choice, but nothing in between.”She was nearly hysterical now. “I don’t wan... a divorce, I’ll end it, I’ll call him right now, and tell him it’s over. I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”“You finally got something right; it is over. Our marriage was over the first time you took asshole to bed. The custody was over when you had the gall to introduce your lover to our kids. Your happiness with me was over as soon as you decided. The sun was bright in this room full of windows. At first she didn’t remember where she was, then she couldn’t remember coming to this room. She sat up and looked around her noticing that this must have been an enchanted hideaway in the past. Now all of the fabric had become dingy and yellow from age and sun exposure. The mirror on the vanity was cracked, a silver hair-care set lay there tarnished, and the lampshades were webby. She rose from the bed and stepped on her blouse. She hadn’t even. Anna and Scott arrived on Anna’s porch just before midnight, both weaving slightly. She lifted a loose floorboard at the side and disabled the alarm system. ‘You have an alarm system so don’t bother locking your doors?’ ‘Yes, it’s a very sophisticated alarm system. Get inside and you won’t be able to outwit it. Not locking the doors means they’re not forced open although in another house I had the intruder actually break the glass and cut himself badly when reaching for the lock, he simply. The next day In class i wasnt with it, to many things going through my mindit seemed like all the boys were looking at me , knowing what happened, I wish i had dressed differently, black skirt, white dress shirt with a pullover sleeveless sweater, it was tight fitting ,I knew my nipples were showing just from thinking so much about the night before I finally made it through the day, decided to stay and mark a few papers, then there was a knock at my door, it was jeff "can I talk to you miss.