And I made a very large amount of money on my call options. I no longer needed to work."But then the worst came and hit me from behind. My wife was se...en years younger than me and I guess she was bored with my work hours and intensity. She asked for a divorce to marry a senior manager at the company that employed me. She didn't even want any money since her new companion was many times richer than me; she just wanted to be free from me."I was upset; then embarrassed. I told her she was free to. I know, but I don’t know what else to say,” she cooed. “I can’t believe she would do that, lying to them. And lying to you!”“I know,” I said softly. “It was such a shock. Mom was there, and she took the phone from me and told Mel’s mom if I can’t call there, she can’t call here. I’m sure it’s over.”“Do you want it to be?”“I think so.”“Do you think she might have a reason?”I hadn’t really thought of one.“No.”“Have you talked to her since?”“No.”“When are you going to talk to her?” “Not any time. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBASTARD’S RAPISTS BASTARD’S STOP THIS Barry stopped leaving her hang. LET ME DOWN. LET ME DOWN NOW.He let her hang there as she yelled to be let down. She hung there helpless, screaming, while the music blared and the lights shined into her face.We all got a good laugh, listening to her rants, twisting and turning.She was OURS, absolutely nothing she could do.Tommy. I'm only five-foot-five-and-a-half.So what if I'm a bit short for a guy? I couldn't care less. Seriously. Idon't. Listen, if some girl thinks I'm too short to date then fuck her.Bitch. It's her loss.Otherwise I do well. Better than well, to be honest. I'm not too big intothe fashion thing but keep myself looking good, know where to shop andwear nice clothes and I've got just a touch of that long-haired bad-boything going on, left-over from my teen years, I guess. I keep my facesmooth, though.