I testify at divorce proceedings. It is the most boring thing you can imagine.I hate my job. No, I wasn't under the common misconception that my job w...uld be an exciting life of crime solving, hot women, car chases, and gunfights. I knew the basic elements of the job. What I wanted to do was prove husbands wrong. I was hoping to mend relationships, help people, restore trust and love into a marriage. When the wife was cheating, well, she deserved what she got, I figured.I really had no idea the. "Elizabeth?" she queried, "I am Marna, let's get a drink and sit down."Elizabeth sat nervously, tempted to forget it and get back to her dull routine life."Okay, so routine is boring, and you would like something exciting, even if just the once. Is that about it?" Marna asked, "what kind of excitement are you looking for? What excites you when you think of it? Don't be shy, and don't worry if it is something that seems impossible. You would be surprised at what we can do." This will sound. Still, he'd been out of work for four months and, by the time the agencyphoned him about the role the previous week, he was getting desperatefor work. So he gathered his belongings, stood up and left the train.The 10 minute walk to the offices of Glow Trading (Pattaya) Ltd didnothing to allay his fears. Empty shops, doorways filled withuncollected rubbish, smashed windows and people doing nothing other thansitting around drinking cans of cheap beer told Chris that this was anarea that had. I triumphantly burst into the living room, expecting to see the two of them still wrapped around each other kissing and caressing. Instead I found myself alone, the girls were nowhere in sight. The only clue I had to their present whereabouts was Ivy’s discarded lingerie cape, left conspicuously on the floor in the hallway between the living room and the bedroom. The bedroom door was wide open, which I took to be another clue. No, I’m not a rocket scientist, never said I was, but I figured it.