I came home from work early one night and found out the truth about the woman I had married. I normally didn't get home from work until one in the mor...ing, but on that particular night I had cut my arm pretty bad while trying to solve a problem with one of the stamping machines. I had gone to the clinic and they put four stitches in my arm, gave me some pain pills and told me to go home.It was ten after eight when I got to the house and pulled into the drive. I saw my cousin Herb's car parked. Most of the other cars are a lot bigger than my little sportster and he’s hanging on pretty tight.When we get to the elevator I can see he’s puzzled, but he gets in with me in the same accepting way I’ve seen him handle just about everything. Then he feels the jolt as the car starts up and looks around quickly, but when he sees everyone else calm he settles back down. The car makes a couple of stops before we get to the 20th floor, where the office is, but he waits until I start to get off.“A. At that moment, the doorbell rang, and Mistress Angela motioned for me to answer the door. I found our guest of honor, Diana, with her sissy slave slut Danni standing meekly behind her. Diana was tall, over six feet, and statuesque. Her bobbed black hair was thick and shiny, her makeup heavy but perfect. Her dress was clingy in all the right places, and she stood on 4 inch heels, adding to her already impressive appearance. “Slut,” she said by way of acknowledging me. She breezed past me. It seemed like the best solution was to wait until my husband cooled off a little bit and then ask him real polite for a divorce with no alimony involved. I had to be real careful on that score because he probably was thinking I knew too much about his business and was a clear and present danger to his secret deals.In all honesty, I could give a shit less about his wheeling and dealing and I always had a knack for making money on my own.After about 2 weeks in the crappy motel, I hit the road.