I'd sold that respect away, a chunk at a time, for years. A ring, a marriage license, a house, a car, being 'friends' with the 'right' people. I felt ...he tears start, willed them to stop, got dressed and drove home.I crawled onto my bed and let the tears come for an hour or so and then I decided it was time to do something about it. I'd been around the country club crowd long enough to know who the good divorce attorneys were. I made a call and met with one of the best the following afternoon.I. I assumed the prone position to steady my aim as much as possible, and I aimed for where I figured his ass hole should be. He moved just as I fired, dammit, so I missed his ass hole, but the bullet tore into his balls and cock instead.The effect was the same from my point of view, so I didn't fool around. He fell to the ground and writhed in agony. I was certain that he was out of the fight for the duration, so I looked for my next target. This bit of carelessness almost cost me my life.I had. “Shelby, where are you?”Quickly pulling the cape back around me, I stepped out from the back. “I’m here, mother. I just had to take a bathroom break.”Seeing me, she smiled. “I see that you decided to take your father’s advice and show off those beautiful tits. I’ll bet you make a lot tonight.” She smiled again and said, “Your father wanted you to know that we’ll be closing down in an hour. He wants to on the road to our next stop within thirty minutes of the circus closing.”She waved and walked. Just as they thought they had got away with the deception, Jasmine called out, “Stop, you two. I saw that.”Betty and Sharon froze and tried to keep an innocent look on their faces but couldn’t stop themselves blushing. Betty asked tentatively, “What do you mean, luvvie?”Jasmine wasn’t having any of it and demanded, “Get that bag up from under the table so I can see the contents.”Betty asked, still trying to sound innocent, “Bag, luvvie? Oh, but we have our clothes in it, that’s all.”Jasmine.