The trooper left. Diane fumed and glared at thefemale officer. The black name tag read “M. BAKER”.“Take your clothes off,” Bak...r ordered. “Unless youwant me to call for help,” she added, observing DianeHughes’ opened mouth shocked expression.“Oh, please…” Diane started, with genuine distress.“Look, I know its embarrassing, but it has to be done,and I really don’t want to call for assistance. Theseguys will tear the clothes. " I'll take you home," he offers. "If you want." "Yeah," I smile. "I'd like that. Let me text Kaci and tell her I'm headed home and Joanne's going to Jakes."ME: Hey girlKACI: Hey ME: I'm headed home, got a rideKACI: Ok, I'm headed to the office then. ME: Again?KACI: I have some things to finish upME: Ok, be safe... see you later?KACI: Yep, later chickME: Later"She's headed to the office," I tell Trey."At this hour?" Trey asks."She does this all the time," I tell him. "I really am starting to. Round and firm, it was made even more incredible by the tight shorts she was wearing. I watched those glorious globes swing to and fro as she made her way towards the living room; free of their hypnotic swing as she turned the corner.The night progressed as expected. Things hadn’t worked out with yet another guy and I was the one that was left to pick up the pieces. She started with venting about how he did this, or didn’t do that, and all the things he said, or didn’t say. All followed up with. It took me about two weeks of telling her repeatedly that I was done until she finally believed it. Then she got pissed. Then she started acting even shittier. Then she threatened to clean me out. Then she threatened my pension. And when I finally said she could have it all, as long as I could leave in peace, she must have realized I was serious as a fucking heart attack. Two months after that, here I was, stepping into my front door. A new address. A new setup. A new driveway. A new front.