I sat in a dark corner of the bar and that’s when I saw her. There was my lovely house-mouse wife swallowing down a beer with her new biker lover, B...tch. She was the most feminine and best looking woman in the place. Most of the other women in the bar had a “rough” almost masculine appearance. Still Debbie looked like a biker’s slutty whore with her black leather vest, she had on a pair of cutoff shorts that exposed half of her ass, and was wearing a pair of black biker boots. As I looked. I grinned at the thought of the state and federal governments who were about to issue me a brand new identity.First, I would need a birth certificate, and then I would need a driver's license, a social security number in that name, yes, this was all fairly straight forward. I would not be buying this property in Alaska, the new identity I was creating would be buying it.The birth certificate was easy. I went to the local hospital, and 'time dived' to the past, about a year off from my actual. Peanut butter and jam sandwiches ended up so overfilled they had the shape of an apple turnover, and would squirt their contents with the first bite. She could serve herself a bowl of cereal effortlessly, but I didn’t consider that a skill.I cherished her weaknesses like a miser his money. Her musical talent was so overwhelming, so impressive, I loved experimenting to discover her shortcomings. They rounded out her character, made her human; more like me.Flattening the veal, timing the smack of. “Jake, I have a thousand you can have – not with me, of course, but you can probably do an installment thing with $1500 down.”“You’d loan me a grand?”“Loan… give. It doesn’t matter. You can have it if you really want to get her that ring.”“You’d really do that?”“Of course; it’s only money.”“Why?”“Because you’re my bud.” He waited, knowing there was more to be said; we know each other that well. I finally caved. “Okay, and because such a beautiful woman should have a beautiful ring. Look, it’s.