I tried calling him to ask why there was a ticket only in my name and not his. But he did not respond. Thoughts already started running my mind about ...hat my husband was up to now. Was I being set up again for something? God Knows.I got myself ready in a decent black top and black skirt with matching black lingerie inside. I wore my black heels and was putting up some light makeup. I was now ready to leave for the station. I was about to call my hubby again to check where he was.He just called. All he saw was a bunch of females ranging from an old woman in a silly rocking chair to a frayed and worn-out motherly type wearing her dress tied up high for comfort and her shapely white legs right out in the open and not acceptable at all in decent society. It might be fine for little ones not yet past the puberty line but nubile females were supposed to be all covered up from the ankles to the neck according to the Good Book and the norm of proper behavior.Of course, it made a difference if. Her body spoke a language of it’s own, declaring her ripe sexuality with the firm swollen fruit of her succulent breasts, and the lush inviting swell across her hips. Men though, had been a bit of a disappointment for Darci. She didn’t care so much for thier hairy, sweaty bodies, dirty calloused hands, hard little penises, and crude grunting thrusts. She never actually saw Leeza at the studio, except during taping of the show, but in the evenings, at the residence, they would often share some. "Mommy, what happened to daddy?" Chrissy asked.Cindy just cried and answered, "I honestly don't know. I just don't know."In Chrissy's mind she knew who to blame and ran screaming at them, "It's all your fault! It's all your fault! You made my daddy go away!" Reno felt the first couple of punches, but they weren't strong enough to cause any damage. This was the only bad thing he hated about his job.Cindy came running over and grabbed Chrissy, "They weren't trying to hurt your daddy." Cindy held.