He claimed in the aforementioned three car garage to have a 67 Chevelle SS, a 63 Lincoln with suicide doors and a cherry 63 Vette with a split rear wi...dow and seeing as I drove up in a 67 Ford Ranchero with the D and F switched to make it a Dorf, a rust-oleum brown and factory white paint job that brought to mind a spotted milk cow, wobbly front wheel bearings and a three on the tree shift collom that loved to tangle it self in knots at the most inopportune times, causing me to have to set the. It was really cold night and I could feel the cold breeze up my skirt. I said to her its feels lovely and cool and she said it was bloody freezing. All this time I was sporting a tent in my frock as I was only wearing big French knickers underneath. I got the tea and went back to the bedroom. A few minutes later I used the excuse to go and get some biscuits and she was still there waiting on the dog.She then went to the bathroom, which seemed to take ages, as I could not hear her doing. Had my child been looking at me for a while now and I had not even known about it - a travesty I will admit.Convincing myself I was wrong I went through my son's room and found various things that he obviously had tired to hide from his mother. But it was the small box beneath his comic books that shocked me the most - oh it contained a lot of things but where I was most interested in was the photo of me at the pool last summer wearing a tight one-piece bathing suit, another photo at our. The girls would grin and look at the mantle, while she complained.Jen became a little distant, not spending as much time in the house as before, as did Lindsey. I thought they were being kind and giving me space. Boy, did I get that wrong. I was talking about how high maintenance Simone was becoming with Lindsey when she hauled off and slapped me.“What the hell was that for?”“For being a screaming idiot. The bitch is a gold digger. She walks around your house looking like she’s appraising.