“I don’t want this. I don’t want you, I don’t want this marriage, I don’t want to look stupid anymore.” I said.“You aren’t stupid; you...don’t look stupid either.”“Not anymore, because I left.”“So you leave and shut everything off?”“Yes, I don’t need to pay for a place I am no longer at. I will pay the mortgage, only because it benefits me to do so, since the house is partially in my name. But, I am not paying any utilities or insurances. I am filing papers on Monday, I have retained an attorney.. Any trouble?" No."Charles shook his head. "No lying. No backstabbing. This is how organized crime should be. Tell the boys to pack up. It's time to go."She nodded and despite her heeled boots moved away without making a sound on the grit covered concrete. A grunt drew his attention to the right. Henrik was down on his hands and knees. Over him stood a woman. She was dressed in a form fitting white outfit with a spray of black starts that marched diagonally across her torso. A white mask with. I told you I didn't want you to bring in more women. And I barged into your house and took one look at this woman, this beautiful blond big-titted woman, just the type you were looking for, the type I would like, and my first thought was 'Well, she's too old to have a younger sister my age, but I bet she has a daughter at home.'"And that's what I said to her. 'You have a daughter at home.' But when your mom told me what I said, she paraphrased it, and said that I said you were home. She thought. I admit I'm a muscle fanatic. I wrote him a fan letter when I saw his email address in Muscular Develoment magazine. (You'd know him if you follow bodybuilding, but he wasn't a Mr. Olympia winner. Claimed he was "natural," although after being with him, I doubt it).I laid on more and more compliments the more I wrote to him, and I could tell he appreciated it. Then I asked for autograghed photos. Later a t-shirt. Meanwhile, I'd throw in a word that was beyond what I'd said before -- I'd tell.