He might hate his wife, also;' there could be an annulment, or a divorce.Lauralee trembled again. How would that look in the newspapers--son names own...mother as correspondent in divorce action? Oh lord; she tangled her fingers together and squeezed them, catching a quick reflection of her tortured face in the bathroom mirror and looking away immediately.Moving stiffly then, she fumbled for the towel rack, and wrapped a fluffy towel around her hips; it was more difficult to cover her breasts,. Roughly, one of her wrists was grabbed and pulled away from her pointless efforts to ease the pain in her backside. He fastened a thick, wide cuff around her wrist and laced it on, using thick leather laces. It looked more like a bowling glove with a thumbhole but left the thumb and palm exposed. The material, however, was much thicker than a bowling glove. When he was finished, that hand was dropped and the other hand was fitted with a similar glove.He reached behind him and pulled one of the. Taking a drink of her soda, she pushed Waylon’s hand away again. He was getting braver, this time he had actually let a finger rub the crotch of her shorts. Giving him a sideways glance, she saw him lift the offending finger to his nose while taking a bite of his mom’s golden fried chicken. She had no doubt he knew what had happened upstairs, he had been inside when her and Harley had come downstairs. Harley hadn’t tried to hide them being together either. He had put his arm around her and kept. One lady that came there was convinced that the only reason that her mate beat on her was because of the children. I felt so sorry for her. She was ready to give up her kids to go back to the monster that had beaten her for nearly 30 years. The same man that called her stupid more that 100 times a day and told her that she was too uninteresting for any other man to be interested. When in all truth, she was not an ugly woman, and she was very smart, except for matters of the heart. The man that.