He didn't hit me. He doesn't even know he's going to divorce me," she said. She looked at her watch. "Well ... maybe he does by now."Claudette had bee... called away, so Jennifer had made one other transfer of funds, another ten thousand, into a bank account she'd had when she got married, and had never closed. She expected Roger to cut her off, and she'd need something to survive on until the courts worked everything out.She made one trip back to the house the next day, going at ten in the. " She added, "Sometimes people offer money to be let go"I offered her a $1,000 and she put it down her bra."Have you waived your rights?" I have.”She then had me lean against the car. She pulled my arms behind me and put the cuffs on me and to put me in the police car. Beth came up and slapped me on my bottom. She took me naked down to the police station with Sheila followingSheila took my cuffs off and then she had me check in with the city cler., I went over to the desk feeling embarrassed. I stood up having decided to surrender my virginity to my imaginary lover and removed my shorts, but stopped short at removing my knickers, though the thought of doing so drove my imagination making my knees feel weak, and as I sat back down onto the rubberized bumper, the heat felt like I was naked, causing me to react by bring my legs together, and trap the phallus between my thighs, that felt really nice and I hugged it tightly there.I slipped my hand down the front of my knickers,. I looked over at her. She was wearing jeans and a blouse and simply looked amazing. “Good idea!” I said.Since I had come down the stairs in shorts and a t-shirt myself, Mom decided that now was a good time to check me out for my wounds. By that time everything had healed up, but I still had some scar tissue on my legs and arms. “What happened to your leg?” she asked.“Hmm?”She pointed at my right thigh. “Your leg. What happened?”I looked down to where she was pointing. She was pointing at where.