“I’m sorry to hear that. I know you cared a lot for her.”Brett sipped his beer and stared at the ground. “I don’t know what I did wrong.”�...�Nothing, You weren’t strong enough for her.”“What?”“Women by nature gravitate to strength. For some, it’s wealth, others intelligence, for some it’s physical strength or status. The point is each woman decides what is strength to her and go towards it. You don’t meet her definition. That’s not your fault.”“But, I love her.”“No, you don’t.”Brett choked on his. Strange as it may seem to many men, you can keep the stereotypical, magazine-cover types who are so popular, and I'll take an average-looking, well-mannered, pleasant, less sought-after woman any time. Like that cleaner, for instance. But as she was local, wore a wedding ring, and didn't speak any English at all, I thought it could be problematic.Also part of the team was the accountant, an ultra respectable Spanish married woman, always crisply, neatly dressed in roomy, feminine clothes and. "Umphh-hmphh," I agreed, washing his dick clean with my tongue,tickling his piss hole and trying to get the last drops that might behiding inside."Yeah, my little fuck face, that's what you are," daddy decided. "Imight have to change your name. Fuckface, you like that name?" Mmphh," I nodded slowly, working my lips back and forth, wanting toget my daddy hard again."You need a cock in your pussy now, don't you fuckface?" daddychuckled. "You want your daddy to put a baby in your belly?" Yesss...". Neither wife managed to get anything from me because I had engineered grounds for divorce, claiming adultery in both cases. The right photo-manipulator and a couple of grand can make some pretty damning evidence.At thirty-four, I was loose and fancy free. My workload had decreased to a level where I only went to the office once or twice a week, leaving the dross of cases to my employees. I could pick and choose the cases I took on. The background legwork to each case was left to the foot.