She was also laughing hysterically. We finished our cigarettes and sheagain closed the car windows. I felt very ashamed and humiliated. Themotel was r...ight off the freeway. She had stopped laughing and I noticedwe were slowing down right before Starbucks. Apparently, I had the lookof terror in my eyes and she started laughing again and sped up. In twomore minutes, we pulled up to the motel and she dropped me off.When I walked in the door, I expected to see Maria, the woman who hadhelped trap me. .. I can see that. Hell of a Christmas present that is." This is no present, man. This is the original lump of coal when Santa is pissed."He laughed softly at my wisecrack, then went back to his office.I called Pete to let him know the latest development and he said he'd keep an eye on the court docket in Seattle to see when Joyce would be arraigned. He was not advising me to be there, but he did want to know what her plea would be and who her lawyer was. He would keep me informed.For the first. And that is only if we count back from her death after sixteen years of marriage and my twelve year old son. Yes, yes, I know that is four years but the cunt was pregnant for nine fucking months.Nine fucking months were I took the best possible care of the whore as she laughed at me. And I did it twice, with both kids. How come I did not get her pregnant and he did? There is nothing wrong with my wedding tackle! She planned it, they lying cunt!So for about thirty months of our marriage spanning. “Let’s get back to the car,” she whispered, craning upward to lick at his ear. “I’ve got something for you, now.” They made their way back to her car quickly, hands roaming non-stop over one another’s bodies. She un- locked the doors and motioned him into the back seat, then climbed in after. Pushing him to the center of the long seat, she maneuvered around until she was straddling his lap, skirt pushed up to her hips. Sitting straight up her.