’ Larry would never allow this. I’m sorry, I can’t.’ She finally said and as much as she didn’t want to, she walked away from him, making he... way quickly to the door. Robert: ‘Dammit Misty! ‘ He said grabbing her arm and stopping her before she was out the door. He turned her around to face him and put his hand under her chin forcing her to look at him.’ He doesn’t own you! What the hell does he allow? Think about it. Are your married, or are you his prisoner? Most people, even married ones,. The man could not fathom that his wife would dare todivorce him but his contacts at the court told him it was the real dealand he was in a heap of trouble. He knew that if she dared to file thenshe was going to go after his affairs and would expose him as the lying,philandering man he truly was.He wasn't about to let that stand and arranged a greeting from, "Friends"of his. There was an immediate issue, she moved out of the family homeand put it up for sale along with all furnishings. Nobody. While never exploring where the desire came from, he liked to indulge. It provided a slight high that he could succumb to from a safe distance.The door was already ajar and one little look wouldn't hurt. Then, he would steal all their shit and go home to his Jack Daniels and cocaine, do a line then open up the latest hustler Christmas addition sure to make anyone feel merry. No doubt the chick in the centerfold would have some mistletoe hanging from her giant bush or be getting fucked by. I finished it off with a pair of black, strappy 3” heels. I thought the leather would help me fit in a bit while not looking too willing, if that is the right way to put it. And, I did like the way the way the leather hugged my body. I thought the black looked nice with my blonde hair. Even at thirty four, I was still pretty trim and firm. John picked me up and said that I looked great and would not look out of place at all. It was a short drive to the club house. .