The police had them look at Mitsy and then at the attacker, explaining what I had said. The split apart and attended to both until the second ambulanc... came for the criminal. The first set of attendants quickly had Mitsy on a stretcher as her coach came up to see what had happened."She was attacked by that guy and she hit her head pretty hard. I think she might have a concussion, Coach," I told her.She took over handling the personal information stuff with the ambulance attendants and got in. Oh, it's okay, Jare, he's leaving," said Mattie.Jared looked over at me, a sudden realization dawning. "Was he in there while you were there, Ray?"I smiled at him happily. "Oh, yes, he was," I said with a grin."And did you assist in getting him to look like he does?" he asked, smiling."Well, his parents had a lot to do with the way he looks, but, yes, I assisted in his current state of disarray," I said.We all burst out laughing, and Jared gave me a high-five. Kids at the other tables looked at. Joy, forty nine years old, was a brunette BBW at 5’3 and one hundred eighty pounds, with a penchant for open neck sweaters and ankle length skirts. Her most prominent attribute was a set of 40DDD breasts.Joy boasted of being a Los Angeles native, who left a prospering career there to take up roots in Central New York; her Appalachian accent led me to suspect otherwise. She quickly began disparaging several of her competitors including of course myself. Amongst her claims were that I was a. Wake up call. Diane would be getting the kids up at seven-thirty. That would give me plenty of time to shower, have some breakfast, and be at the house for the kids when they woke up. As it turned out it was for nothing, I didn’t sleep a wink all night. I laid there, wondering if there was some way I could salvage my marriage. I always came up with the same answer, no way in hell. As much as I loved Diane, I would never be able to trust her…never. The motel phone rang promptly at six a.m. and.