My name is Mike, Mike Harper, a 40 years old father, and this is probably the worst day of my life.Two days ago, the trial of my divorce ended with my...wife winning everything.That worthless cunt barely left me anything!Before you start saying that a disrespectful misogynist like me deserves it, let me explain.My wife and I married early and were deaply in love. When we got our son, she decided that I had to find a job to pay for our daily expenses because she refused to stop her studies. So I. What’s wrong?’ Every one of us was in the home for a reason. My main reason was degenerative arthritis and an ungrateful son. ‘Uncle Arthur’, as it was called around here, was ravaging my joints like a house on fire and Charlotte had known that keeping me active would keep it at bay. So far, it had worked. But as I sat on the bed, looking at my friend, I realized that I didn’t know why she was here, what her ailment was. Whenever I’d asked, she’d just said that she was at Sunnyvale because life. " Miss Knox has to be sure of your motives. It was an easy test. I seem to be on the outs with her myself. I was not told if you looked like you were going to run."She hotly said, "I didn't try to run." Then you passed the first test. Were you told about your infection?" I'm clean now but don't believe me. Talk to your Miss Knox." In fact I have to. Not because of your word but there may be restrictions I have to follow." So I'm not clean enough for you?" I said I have to check for. Meghan had come to work for them after completing her degree in creative writing and had finished her first book earlier this year. The pretty barmaid had given her employers a signed copy each of the book just before it was released. The smile they shared was remembering how many times they had both needed to stop reading the hot lesbian romance to masturbate or lick each other to a climax before returning sated for the moment to the book. Meghan’s writing was good but as her “niche” market.