Maybe you guys should have married an Asian woman," replied Jim."So Brad, do you want to tell us a little about your past and why you are now divorced..."Brad's Story:Not much to tell you except I blew it. We got married young and the sex was good. I had a sales job traveling and was gone a couple of days a week. I spent too many nights alone in a motel room and decided to spend more time in the lounges. Needless to say after a few drinks and seeing some women alone in the lounge I started. Suddenly, a modern day vision of depression portrayed on a full screen Plasma TV entered my mind. ‘Okay, for the last time, this is the police. Release the hostages and put down the gun.’ A time before anti-depressant drugs, we never heard about depression. No one talked about it. No one discussed it. They just smoked their cigarettes, drank their whiskey, overate, and died. Back then, the Cleavers, Ward, June, Wally, and little Beaver were a pretty happy bunch. So weren’t the Nelsons, Ozzie,. An ambulance soon arrived, and Jess had to ask to be dressed by the class. After putting on her skirt and t-shirt, she was taken to hospital. It was only a minor break, but she would ahve to stay off her feet for at least two weeks, and she was given a crutch to help her movement for the meantime. Fast forward six days and Jess is staying back at home while she recovers. She only has two classes left to pose for, but with her recent injury, there was no way she could stand still, let alone. I picked her up, carried her to my bedroom, and laid her on my bed.“I need to talk to Pam and Tracy. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” I said, as she clutched my pillow like it was a life preserver.“What’s that all about?” I asked as I tried not to let my irritation come through.I had flashbacks of Mike’s older brother and what a dick he’d turned into. I wondered if I would ever get over Mike sending me the text to rub his conquest of Mona in my face. I had no idea he was such a douchebag.“She.