He was a philanderer and abusive. The trophy part hadn’t worked out as she had an IQ of about one-hundred-eighty and could out think and out reason ...he dumb fuck she’d married for some reason. Monica was an independent attorney in the region who handled trusts, estates, and often went to battle with the IRS or state government over various issues for her clients. She’d won some landmark cases that rewrote estate planning, and also put her on the map.Hearing Monica describe a little of her work. She never went to school on Mondays, but today was the holiday party, and her mother kept her promise, grumbling only a little instead of yelling when Susan had pushed and prodded her off the couch. Susan’s heart thudded in her little chest, her breathing just beginning to slow and normalize as she strained to hear a sound, anything beyond the walls of the closet. Everything was muffled from here, kind of like when she held her breath and slipped under the water in the bathtub. Would he hurt. “Like a lot.”“Yeah,” I replied. “I miss you too.”“You don’t mean that.”“Why wouldn’t I mean it?”“I acted like a fucking asshole to you.”“Now wait. I never said that—”“I did,” he replied. “I mean... when it comes to stuff that happened before we were a couple... that shit’s none of my business. And I shouldn’t have acted like it was.”“Yes it is your business. At least it is now. I want to tell you everything... including the stuff I’m not proud of.”Chad seemed to pause. “Are you. Harry became fascinated by it.“Oh man! This so kinky. I love it!” Harry said to himself. And that was something that had been missing from Harry's marriage. Any thing much more than the standard missionary position was out of the question there. It took him two years to even get her to let him go down on her.“Wow” was all he could say when he had finished.“Ok. Now me. Clean me up” Sam said looking hopeful .“In for a penny, in for a dime” Harry said to himself as he lifted Sam’s half hard to.