Your accomplice has stepped back to leave me a crumpled and dazed heap on the floor. "Get up, you fucking whore. I want you on the table."Looking up a... it, the table seems dauntingly tall. I begin to pull myself up, but not fast enough. "Can't hold your liquor? Stupid fucking cunt," you snarl intensely. Your hand wraps around my throat and pulls me upward until I am standing, only to then push me over so that I topple onto the table, twisting so that I end up bent over it. I stay that way,. I had to remind myself that the woman in the picture was me. This was not the me that looked out of my mirror in the morning. I carefully packed the picture in an acid-free sleeve. Who knew what the future might bring. There was a chance I might show it to someone, eventually.If anything, the other picture was better than the first, though in a sense, they were the same. The second photo was a cropping of the first picture, enlarged to fit the paper. This one was a simple torso shot, beginning. Now I know that it won't be hard to find someone to seduce her. We show up to the club and in we go. I go to the bar and get her a double vodka and orange juice. When I get back to her, there are 3 guys trying to pick her up and she kind of likes it. As I approached, the guys walk away. We sit and talked for a while, and then a young man of about 25 comes up to Mary and asks her to dance. It was one of the guys that was chatting her up earlier. Mary had drunk 2 double vodka and was feeling. She would retain her half ownership in the marital home. She would be required to sell the home when the youngest c***d was eighteen. The value to be evenly split. She would receive $1000.00 per month in alimony until the youngest c***d reached the age of 20 years. She would have title to her car. There would be joint custody. Jane accepted immediately.George was served papers for Bridget's divorce and also papers for my law suit to recover c***d support henceforth and retroactive to each.