I left the courtroom. As I left Detective Mays told me that I would be notified about a trial date. I had lunch and drove home. I went out to the box ...nd retrieved my mail to see Wendy and Nancy walking toward me. At least mentally, I braced.Wendy said, “We’re sorry, X. Horton was holding some extramarital information over us that went out the window when we were arrested. Our husbands have agreed to forgive us though we will be gang banged hard as penance for the next three meetings of our. “Are you married? And your master is your husband? Was that man him?”I wasn’t looking forward to answering these. It was going to confuse him, but I did my best, though I noticed his cock was still had full-mast, and a tiny wet-spot was on the end. I had a quick thought, of maybe getting him to blast off just by words, so he would be sated, without touching me. So I decided to be honest. Maybe some of my experience would be enough to trigger his ejaculation.“I am married… “ I held up my. They were swamped, tired of the same sorry questions from the same sorry sort of people. Not one person we talked with took a single ounce of responsibility.“It’s DC.” “It’s El Paso.” Huh? We’re in El Paso. But the harried staff meant ‘the bosses’. The regional bosses. Worker bees just followed orders; details such as where a five-year old boy had been shipped ... no es mi trabajo.Well, fuck that.I ignored my earlier pledge and made two calls. So much for my independence rant. But, as most of. What she did wasn’t important to him. What was important was who she was. And Grandma has more integrity than anyone I know, except maybe Gramps.’Tabatha stood leaning against the doorway with her arms folded, listening to his thoughts as they gazed at each other, calmly waiting for the words that would destroy her soul.She had done her best in his behalf. Their future together was now up to him. She didn’t wonder why she’d handed him that kind of power over her future happiness, and she didn’t.