I have no idea where I am being taken and am both excited and scared. I can hear voices but not understand what they are saying. After a medium length... ride we come to a stop. I hear the people exit the vehicle and then the back opens where I am. My crate door is open and I am uncufed and told told crawl out on all fours like a dog. A collar and leash are placed on me and I am lead inside. I am taken to a room and tied and told to shut up no talking and wait. Again I am excited and scared also.. Jones confirming that I could not be the father that she gave in, and broke down in tears. Why I didn't tell her of the results of my sperm test I don't know. Maybe pride, or maybe because I didn't want it broadcast all round the village, as it most certainly would be, village life being what it was in those days.When Jenny recovered her composure she asked me what I was going to do now. My answer was simple."Divorce you." It was a no-brainer really. Our small village was very close knit. I was. I was doing okay for a long time. I was able to keep a clinical eye forthe details that can make the difference between a conviction and anacquittal. I helped put away a good number of criminals, and that madethe filth I had to wade through worth it.It was hard to deal with the victims, women mostly, but some men, becausethey were often in no shape to help you catch the bad guys. But the onesthat really got to me, and most of the others who worked with me, werethe kids.Looking at pictures of. All those hormones are surging, and she feels great, and she has a higher cultural status as an honored wife and mother, and she credits it all to her husband. She thinks that's the way it's supposed to be. And society supports that, because a patriarchal society wants her to need a mate who bonds to her, who feeds her and her children, and who makes every important decision in her life for her, like she's the man's property. That's the rationale. And it's totally wrong. At least, it's wrong.