He slowly walked through the door, coming towards Jenny with a large knife in one hand and the candle in the other. He held the candle up, seeing Jenn...’s face for the first time. “Who are you? What do you want?” He questioned sharply. “My name’s Jennifer, Jenny for short,” she replied hesitantly, “I’m only looking for shelter.” “Shelter? We have no room for ya here kiddo,” the man hissed back at her. Jenny looked at him confused by what he had just said. It was a big empty house yet he had no. A soul that appeared to himself like the battle fields of World War I. Filled with foxholes, trenches and the blasts of bombs in the no man’s land of his heart. The air inside resonating sounds of suffering that can be described as the sounds of those that are trapped in a permanent bane of Hell, paying for their sins of life. The ground littered with words of hate, the abuse of life. He did not feel loved. He felt alone and had nothing to love. He had a child that God provided to him from his. "We'll talk in a minute, but let's just snuggle for a little while."Selina was too young to respond to Jeff's pheromones, not that he would use them on her anyway, but she, like most everyone else, was beginning to feel his presence more and more as his mental abilities gradually increased. She had no real idea what he was thinking, but he seemed to radiate love and contentment. It was like snuggling into a warm blanket after waking up cold in the middle of the night. In the background was a. ”Hearing her say those words was a shock for Scott to say the least. If there were any doubts about him getting divorced, those thoughts were now erased from his mind after watching this video.Scott sent a copy of this video along with short note how it came about to Lynn his attorney. She phoned him later in the day.“I watched the tape and that seals the deal. I will file for the divorce saying no-fault when you give me the word. If she gives you or me any problems I will tell her through her.