She had believed it, she had had to, but she had never known for sure. But here he was standing before her with love and concern in his deep blue eyes... asking her what was wrong. How was she supposed to answer him? What words were there to soften what she believed, no now she knew, would be a blow. That he was the one who had hurt her. ‘Jo!’ he said a bit more forcefully, ‘are you having an affair?’ ‘Oh Gods No!’ she said. ‘Then what happened? Who did this to you?’ She lowered her head and. It is the state’s belief that Mrs. Anderson blamed Ms. Rodriguez for her being torn away from her family.’ I looked at him in shock. ‘Oh you have got to be kidding me.’ I said under my breath. Mr. Wallace just placed his hand gently over mine. The judge seemed to consider this for a moment. Then she nodded. ‘You may continue Mr. Palestine. Mr. Wallace, your objection is overruled.’ Mr. Wallace sat back down beside me. Mr. Palestine turned back to my mother. ‘Well, Mrs. Daniels?’ ‘Yes it is. He showed me the panties he had grabbed from his daughter's room and as we stripped down, he put a pair on as well as her bra. He was chubby, and the panties didn't cover very well, and he couldn't do the bra up. I figured if it got him off who was I to judge! I sat on the couch and took the three pairs of dirty panties and looked them over. One was pink cotton briefs, one green cotton booty shorts, and the final were a pair of black thongs that he told me he got out of her gym bag. I sniffed. “I am so happy, that I finally get to spend an evening with you.” And with that he turned the car on and pulled out of my tiny driveway. He messed with the radio as he drove. “Any good stations?” “Try 95.5.” I said. “Yes ma’am.” “Where are we going?” I asked him. The GPS on the dash gave him directions. Without them this man would be lost. “Surprise.” “I like surprises.” “I know.” He replied. We didn’t really talk, except for the song or two we decided to belt out. After following.