What I couldn't decide was whether to go for a straight divorce, or a divorce based on adultery. We'd been married for only three months, now, so perh...ps an annulment. Maybe the annulment was better: "it never happened" was as good a way as any to finish this.I called a friend I'd made in the VA hospital months ago. He was a lawyer, and pointed me at somebody who could do 'marriage work, ' as he said. He said, also, that he was sorry to hear about it.I called the marriage lawyer, reaching her. Once pooja went to her parent’s place. So he called me to accompany him.We went to his house on his bike. While returning, he had to pick his wife and daughter. Since it was the night, he decided for thripple ride. His daughter occupied petrol tank portion. I was in the middle and my bhabhi in the back. As soon as he started, bhabhi held my shoulders for the support. She was wearing a saree, so she had to keep both the foot on one side. Slowly, as the ride was progressing, her right boob. He had changed and was waiting for the kids to get changed before setting off on a cross country run, it would take them over the playing field, down by the golf course and into the woods, then a short hope threw the new housing estate, where most of the kids lived, so there was no problem here, then back into the woods and golf course and into the school grounds, in all it would take a little over the one lesson, being around 50 minutes. As he was about to see if they were ready Tracy knocked. The woman raised her hands and cowered as Angie approached, which was stupid. Angie pushed her thin arms away and popped her in the right eye a couple times. Angie then slammed her fist into the woman’s jaw and knocked her to her stomach.Angie stomped down on the ass of the woman’s Levi’s, leaving a dusty imprint of her size 13 shoes. She then reached down, grabbed the woman by the back of the hair and waistband of her Levi’s and pulled her to her feet. The woman raised.