Having read many articles about DIY divorces, Wanda said, “I suggest that you go to a lawyer.”“I can’t afford a lawyer,” Claudia said. As so...on as the words were out of her mouth she broke down in tears.The sight of the sweet woman in tears nearly broke Wanda’s heart. She led Claudia over to her office and closed the door. Leaning over the young woman, Wanda asked, “What’s the matter?”“My husband is a cheating lying bastard,” Claudia answered.“How do you know that?” Wanda asked.“I caught him in. I tried, but it was all blank until Alfred the Great some two hundred odd years later. That bothered me. Usually the rote recital got me going. Come on, I told myself, you’re a history teacher and that is the era your doctoral thesis was on. I went through it again and again. I couldn’t concentrate. I kept thinking about the night before, the love making that Annie and I had, how joyful she sounded and the little gurgling sound she would make when she was just falling asleep afterwords. I. Then she forced him (with a cattle prod!!) to give himself an enema. “Just in case someone wants to fuck your boibitch pussy, you might want it clean so you aren’t licking up your own dirt,” she’d explained.Then it was back to the room with the bondage gear, and she asked, “What do you want Calienté?”Cal was tired, he hurt and only the fact that he felt almost full after days of living on one meager meal a day kept what had been force fed to him down. “I want to go home.”“IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”. Soon enough I felt his pace quicken and then I felt him squirt, that set me off and I came all over the sheets. He rolled over and fell back asleep. Next morning neither of us said anything; he thanked me for the great party, and helped me clean the apartment after everyone had left. Several nights later he knocked on my door saying he and his dad had gotten into a fight and he needed a place to crash. I again assumed he wanted the couch, but he said it would be warmer in my bed. This night.