April 16th: Roy served me with divorce papers today. I hyperventilated and cried. Among the papers was the results of a D.N.A. test that revealed the ...father of my unborn daughter wasn’t Roy.Aug 6th, 1986: I gave birth to my daughter today. She is beautiful, but I had to hand her over to her adoptive parents. Her new Daddy held her tight and kissed her, then he and his wife took her home with them. I cried.Aug 7th: I came home with the emptiest feeling I’ve ever had. I lost my husband. My. He cowered on the floor while I kept punching his face until he was lying unconscious in the entryway.I tied him up and rushed down the basement stairs to find Molly. She was screaming her head off, and when she saw me, she started crying. I snapped a quick picture of her tied up before I untied her and held her in my arms till she quieted down. "What took you so long?" She inquired with her mascara running in streaks down her face.She was trembling in my arms. I looked around and saw the. I got into the kitchen and there making a cup of tea was my mums friend Patricia who was in her 60s. Now Patricia was in her 60s about a size16 with 46jj saggy boobs and her nipples were about an inch wide and stuck out over an inch I'd always noticed them as they always used to stick out to the point you could even see them pointing through a wooly jumper.Patricia turned round quickly as I tried to hide the tent in my shorts she obviously had seen as she blushed a bit but kept her stare for a. He sucked in his breath. "Now come with me," she said, yankinghis leash hard. Pulled suddenly forward, he lost his balance and fellto his knees."Clumsy girl!" she shouted. "Get up NOW!", and she whipped him with hercane, knocking him off-balance again. He fell back to a kneelingposition, and then began struggling to get up again, his elbows pinnedbehind his back."GET UP!" she repeated angrily, as with a couple of well-placed lashesshe forced him to his knees again. Once more he tried to get.