She spoke in hushed tones, her mockanger having been tamed.“Jerk,” she commented.I looked at her and smiled. “But seriously, next time Iwon’t ...start without you, ok?”She didn’t respond. For a moment I started thinkingthat maybe she wasn’t joking and might’ve been seriousabout the whole thing. I straightened up, realizingmaybe I shouldn’t be so flippant about the whole thingand consider her feelings. I reached towards her,resting my right hand on her shoulder.“Hey, look, I’m sorry if you’re. And then she found herself alone. All of their debts were paid. They had the house that she’d dreamed of and a pair of Mercedes, a sedan and a coupe. Everything was finally coming to pass for her. But it all came with an added feature that she’d never seen coming – her divorce. Karl-Heinz told her next to nothing of his reasons – nothing which made any sense to her, at any rate. He wanted nothing of what they now had, he’d said, he only wanted out. Silke had to assume that there was another. I lock the garage door and the guys are saying 'show me your tits" you look at me and say "let's go Danny, this is uncool", but I kiss you and say "c'mon Aunt Terri, give em a thrill, I'm right here with you" and I make sure you have another drink.You massage your tits through your clothing and you reach in, pull out one tit, and after 3-4 seconds you put it back. The guys love it, and clamor for more. You are turned on a bit and you pull off your blouse and skirt and are in your bra and. Our prisons are notnice places for Americans." You want proof?" I asked, now desperate. He raised an eyebrow."Proof? What do you mean?" I mean proof. In my country when we call someone's bluff, we say 'proveit.' I'll prove I'm not lying." Another long discussion between the threefollowed. This time it appeared to be a much more lively debate. When itended the third man crossed the room to the door and slid a heavy metal barin place with an ominous grating sound, barring the door to.