Have him read her statement."So it was "Pamela". She handed him a typewritten sheet, signed at the bottom. He got only as far as the first line.I am a...Whore. A slut of the worst kind. I have to show my breasts tomen. I need to take them to the depths of depravity with me. So theypunish my slut nature. My tits must be punished for what they do tomen. For arousing them and bringing out the brute in them."There is more but you can hear it from her own mouth. IF she's coherent enough to speak",. I tried to stop myself, but the feeling was too good. I was pressing my pussy into her hand and onto her fingers. "That's it, Lucy. Go on, fuck my hand." Heather's fingers were pushing deep into me, curling up and touching my vagina wall above my pubic bone. It felt so fucking good. She was breathing heavily, and I felt her rubbing her own pussy against my leg. The thought came into my head that we were two filthy dykes fucking. The thought must have sent me over the edge. I felt a great. There was little about herto indicate her former status. A thousand-mile stare and an inscrutablefacial expression covered a grim determination that she would getthrough this.The grey cotton jumpsuit of a convicted felon hung loose on her.Underneath that, she still had the lean body of a field agent. Theweeks of trial and confinement had done little to diminish a physiqueworn hard by countless hours training and even more hours out in thecold on assignment. She had not lost her edge. Even. “Dear Mark, I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m not here, and you deserve to know the truth. I was a bit conflicted about whether to end our marriage in person or in a letter, but I decided that a letter would be the best way to avoid an emotional bloodletting. As you already know, I don’t want to move to Florida and I also don’t want to be married to you anymore. last week I hired a lawyer and filed for divorce. Here’s why. Yes, I’m painfully aware you were in the Navy when we met and I.