He’s going for the poor wretched widow defense.”“It works every time,” Pip said.Judge Jack looked at Sean’s mother and said, “I know the d...fendant. She has been in my courtroom before. She’s not a widow and only has two children.”“She’ll be a poor wretched widow when her husband dies,” Liam said gravely.Concerned, Judge Jack asked, “Is he ill?”“No,” Liam answered.“What about the eight extra children that don’t exist?” Judge Jack asked.“There are plans for eight more children,” Liam said.Pip. "Yeah, well maybe there'll be time for that later."Denis sat in his office. He had contemplated the possibility of changing back into his own clothes, well his masculine attire, but had to rethink on account of the fact that the leader of this particular posse, didn't seem to have very much control over his crew and there was no telling when they would reappear or where.At least the question of what could possibly go wrong had been answered.From his office, Denis picked up the phone."Hello?". An advantage of her tiny modified waist and girly groinmade the wearing and use of the jet belt much more comfortable for herand the other girls then any of the male crew. She had heard thembitch about their 'poor balls' more than a few times. She fullyunderstood their complaints, but it was something she didn't have toworry about anymore! Nope, for her, the straps that helped the beltstay in place during activation just wrapped snugly but comfortablyover her pussy and mons, and her round. .......................................................................................................................................................................................Dear Judith,I greatly enjoyed our supper together last night, even though we were reduced to lip-reading at one stage! Next time (if there's to be a next time), I'll try to choose somewhere a little more sedate.Your work for that international children's charity sounds fascinating, though I was alarmed to learn.