She had to bend over to take the toaster out of the bottom cupboard. Once she was upright again, Brad was sitting at the kitchen table staring determi...nedly at the ceiling.It was turning out to be a beautiful morning. Then the in-laws showed up."I'll get it!" exclaimed Hillary when the doorbell.The two kids usually fought for the opportunity to answer the door, but this morning, Brad seemed determined to stay sitting where he was."Hi Gramma! Hi Aunt Jennifer!" said Hillary. "I'm having chocolate. I'll bet we could put together a campaign real quick and get you voted in, just on your notoriety on TV these last few nights."I held up my hands and said, "Hey folks, my head's still spinning from getting kicked out of my own house and getting a divorce. What's it going to look like for a guy in the process of getting a divorce running for public office?"Phil said, "You'll get all of the male sympathy vote. Every guy out there will see the injustice of it all and vote for you just to prove you. What was perturbing to her was that her son had one of her nylon stockings draped over his penis. He held a pair of her soiled satin panties in his other hand and he was sniffing the crotch.Her son was panting heavily and muttering to himself as he frantically stroked his nylon-sheathed cock. Michele was flabbergasted; she knew that her son masturbated and she even suspected that he had been masturbating with her lingerie; but she never suspected he was sniffing her panties. She felt very. “I’m not a Dwarf, I’m a Leprechaun” Liam said indignantly. “I should cite you for contempt of court for even suggesting such a thing.”“You can’t cite me for contempt of court,” Judge Jack said.“Why not?” Liam asked.“Because I’m the judge and that’s my job. I don’t know who you are.”“I’m Liam.”“Why are you here?” Judge Jack asked.Liam adjusted his coat. He pulled out a handkerchief and theatrically dabbed his eyes with it. In a emotional voice, he answered, “I’m here defending this poor wretched.