Have them arrested, otherwise I'll have to say you were totally willing and our marriage is over."I knew our marriage was over anyway but I wanted to ...ee what Mary Ann would say."I can't file charges against them. Everyone will know I was raped." Yeah, right! You were totally willing and now have remorse. By the way, I'm filing for divorce tomorrow on the grounds of adultery. Your 'everybody' will know anyway. You can have the apartment. Me and a couple of my friends are moving out my stuff.. No wonder the fucking place was shut down. “Um, Frank, I think you should take a look at this,” Mike spoke out as he held up the journal for him to see. “What is it?” Frank asked, trying to take a closer look at the leather bound book. “It’s a journal I found in one of the old rooms. It was lying under some sheet rock. Thought you might find this helpful for tonight.” Mike handed the journal over to Frank. Frank began skimming through the journal’s contents before coming to the part where Mike. Eventually they pulled up in front of her house. They got out of their vehicles and walked up onto the porch of a big old farmhouse. Kristin unlocked the door and they entered a big kitchen. It was very neat and homey, with a large round table covered with a red and white checked tablecloth in the center of the room and ladder-back chairs arranged around it. ‘You want something to eat besides the coffee?’ Kristin asked. ‘I was gonna make supper for myself anyhow.’ ‘Sure,’ Mitch said. ‘Make. They offered to sell her the mannequin at a bargain price, and Leila couldn't believe her luck. The male mannequin she bought stood with his feet apart, arms akimbo and a proud protruding member declaring, strongly, that although he wasn't living, he was still a male. Leila remembers having to twist that member around so that she could dress him and display him, without adding a large bulge to the clothing. Leila giggles at the memory. I probably would have had a lot more customers if I had.