She exploded, calling our child a failure, saying that something was fucked up in his head, and other atrocities. She slapped Jennifer and started pul...ing her hair. That's when I snapped, I roared at my wife, ordering her to stop and when she refused I slapped her. Big mistake. She left and a week later, I was called to a trial for our divorce. During the sessions, my wife called her friends as witnesses who all painted me as a jealous, pety and violent man. Who do you think the jury believed?. My nostrils flared as I took a deep whiff of the crimson g**** juice, the oak barrel scent may have actually hit me inside my brain, oh yes the mellow mellowness of getting tipsy on just one poison was something cherish-able these days. No compliant-ness from zanex to deal with, no war hero ptsd complex mind freeing Opium. No Ego filling Machoism from the coke, no just a simple buzz from the vino. I needed a refill, toppled the bottle upside down and hoped she’d catch it. I now had a raging. I can reach your titties, so this’ll work out just fine. Yummy, I knew it. Always loved doing this, learned how when I was a kid back in Georgia. Mmm. Love your tits in my hands. Go ahead, baby, don’t hold back. Hell no, I’m not stopping, I’ll get ya over the edge. Damn, you came hard, I was ’bout ready to give up, You held back didn’t you? You say no but you got a shit-eatin’ grin on your face. Well, thanks for the compliment: we old men like to know we can still please a woman. Next time?. ‘You seem very nervous Philip. I don’t know why you should be. I’m bringing you some very good news. You have done a really very good job for us, and we are very pleased. So pleased, in fact, that you can stop looking about for new clients altogether. My accountants reckon that you are handling somewhere in the region of £800,000 in clients’ money. They also calculate that you are taking a gross income of around £6,000 a year. How do those figures strike you?’ They were disturbingly accurate..