Then I showed him that I was not wearing a bra or panties, and that I had even trimmed my bush to a nice landing strip, something he had always wanted... me to do. He said that was great and that I should flash some guys and have some fun. The party was huge and was at this huge mansion. I was getting a lot of attention from men. I was a little uncomfortable with it. I had lost track of my husband and had to fend these men off myself. One man caught my attention. He was young and very good. She reached into the cooler and pulled out a can of beer. I couldn't figure out what she was up to when she held up the beer can towards the neighbor's yard. Trying to figure out what was going on with my limited viewpoint, I moved to our sliding glass door so I could get a better look at what she was doing. She was apprently offering a drink to the man suspended from the tree. Within minutes, the worker that was hanging from the tree was in our back yard standing there with a smile on his. Winters, did you and Mrs. Clarissa Rideout indulge in an adulterous affair, bringing about this action for divorce."Gordon looked around, hoping he didn't have to answer the question, but found no relief anywhere."Answer the question, Mr. Winters," the judge said quietly."Uhhm ... yes, we did." Whose idea was it for Mrs. Rideout to seek a divorce?" he asked in a strong voice."Uhhm, I guess it was mine." You guess?" It was mine," he admitted."Did Mrs. Rideout agree to divorce her husband right. She could hear the padding of her own feel on the cold concrete, the flushing of the toilet when she had used it, but other than that, only silence.Time itself meant nothing to her. Each minute was as long as an hour in her mind. She passed the hours thinking back over things she could have done to prevent this from happening, but it had all taken place so fast, there had been nothing to do to stop it.Had she gone to her mothers it would not have happened. Had she gone shopping she would not.