It dragged just because it was Friday. The weekend beckoned. I had promised the kids we would see a ballgame on Saturday and spend Sunday afternoon at...the local water park. With so much planned, I really wanted a quiet restful evening. I couldn't wait to hit the couch for a little R & R.As I came into the house, the first thing that struck me was the silence. The boys did not come charging at me from two different directions to throw their arms around me and bombard me with all they had done. "The Prosecutor fucked up." She said, as though talking to herself. "I'm still wondering if it was deliberate."Alex read the question. "He was one of the physicists on the Manhattan Project" --bong - "Who is Fermi?" Come on Julie, what the hell happened?" I clicked the remote and shut the TV off."Ahhh," she said with evident disgust, "the victim in this instance, a girl--fourteen years old now-thirteen when he allegedly boinked her ass, changed her testimony." Wow!" Yeah, wow!". As it happens i have secretly and willingly filmed the wife and i fucking and everything else actually.I called round and had some snap shots i had prepared off the computer for her to look at....she started looking through them as i was fixing her cupboard...she had a great figure mind and her husband had been gone for 2 years she said she had to finger herself regularly after he died...he never shagged her for 10 years....poor cow.She then slipped a DVD i had of me and the wife...it was from. The thought of seducing him popped into my head which was when I realized what a state I was in. I had been moping for weeks and my personal hygiene had taken a dive, I was in baggy ripped clothes with ice cream stains over them my hair was in a mess, as I hadnt washed or combed it in days. I got up to go and have a shower, as I walked through the kitchen I realized I had been sitting there daydreaming for much longer than I had thought, it was almost one in the morning. I climbed the stairs in.