”“So, this was consensual between you and Mrs. Khoury.”“It sure was. She told me she loved me and wanted me to leave my wife. I have text mess...ges she sent me along with pictures,” he informed her waving his cell phone.“Bailiff.”Joe took the phone and handed it to the judge. “I assume it’s on the screen I need to see,” she stated.Richard answered, “Yes. You can scroll up if you need.”“Mrs. Khoury, are you aware of these messages?”Christine swallowed hard, “No.”“Is this not a picture of you. "You look just like adizzy blonde. Sometimes when I see you I can't believe you are not awoman. Now, get your thoughts together. I want to hear all about you andyour mother." I'm sorry, but I am a bit confused," I said with a giggle, using thehandkerchief to wipe my brow. "I guess I have to get used to a newparadigm in my life every Saturday morning." It all started when I came home one day early from school when I was 13and I heard sounds coming from my parent's bedroom," I said. "I. I have NO desire to do that and the very thought makes me physically ill. And yet, my mom and some quack of a psychiatrist are convinced we did it. And of course, I’m the older brother, so that makes it my fault.”“What did you do?”“Swore at my mom for the first time ever, then got in my car and drove back to McKinley. I actually contemplated coming here but because Angie was expecting me, I went there.”“Well, I suppose that’s another good sign.”“The problems get worse,” I said. “I won’t go home. "No. They are still there. I check every chance I get."With that she jumped from the bed and made for the shower. Ricky followed closely, not wanting to miss out on a morning shower with his mother.They spent most of that day working around the house together, cutting grass, cleaning and repairing gutters. Ricky did his best to seduce his mother, attempting to molest her every chance he got. But Kay grinningly held her ground and refused his advances, promising him anything he wanted later that.