That's where a court order might be necessary."This was sounding like it might take days, or weeks, or months...Mamma!"Where is she?" I suddenly asked...the clerk.He pointed to a wall with doors all over it. "The remains are in cold storage there, but they're not viewable, Miss." I know, I know. But they're in a bag or a case or something, right? Can I see that? I just want to be near her, one last time. It's been so long..." I felt Jake's hands on my shoulders give me a gentle squeeze."Of. Each sentence was aimed at 'pulling her down', each a payback for the countless times she had found fault, no matter how hard he tried; the closing words gave the final twist to the knife that all correspondence would be handled by the legal eagles and he wouldn't be seeing or contacting her again. It took minutes for those words to penetrate, she shook her head and made a dash to the bedroom, she pulled open the wardrobe and gave a gasp, all his clothes were gone, a further examination found. They’re soft all the way around and think they’re bad asses. My hands bleed sometimes from the abuse they get at work, and I wouldn’t hurt a fly. They’ve never had to live through any hardships, never had to go hungry. I guess since they wear Abercrombie and listen to gangster rap, it’s enough to convince them they are bad asses. I’ve been trying to distract myself lately. I watch tv every now and then. Usually I watch The History Channel when they have a show about world war two. Then again. Michael changed jobs about six months ago and while the new job pays considerably more than his old one he has to spend about three weeks out of the month on the road traveling. I am a very highly sexed lady and going without a steady diet of my husband's cock had been very difficult for me. I had several opportunities to scratch my itch, but I loved my husband and so I kept my legs firmly closed. That is I did until I found out that Michael hadn't been as true to me as I had been to him. I.