Judy gave me ultimatum after ultimatum. One morning I got home from an all-night drinking bout and she and the kids were gone. Judy left a note – th...ey were going to her parents in Garden City. She said she couldn’t deal with it any more and had filed for divorce. I sold the house and sent most of the money to Judy for the kids. I signed the divorce when it came. I sold my car and moved into a tiny trailer on South Broadway, between the road and the river. I kept that for about a year, and then. Even Francine's ringing high decibel tones would have been lost in that mighty torrent of sound. So they contented themselves with watching and hoping the man who had caused them such agony would get a taste of pain himself. They did not have long to wait.For the first twenty minute period, the contestants were to be unarmed and naked. Tharg and Gottman removed their thongs and cast them to one side before closing on each other. Francine was now able to feast her eyes on the previously hidden. Then she stuck on false eyelashes."Here put this wig on," she said putting a blonde wig on my head and thenadding a white maid's cap."But I haven't agreed to this." We haven't time," she said filling a bra with some false breasts (so shehad been planning this!) and then passing me the Maid's dress to put on. I had no choice as I had had to get out of the clothes Antonio hadvomited on. Charlotte then produced some black stilettos for me to wear.I came out of the room to cheers and laughter from. It is an unmistakeable offering of my cunt, shouting ‘fuck me!’ louder than any words ever could.Claire swallows and licks her lips, her eyes gleaming. With a quick motion, standing first on one leg and then on the other, she pulls off her shoes (or sometimes those lovely light-brown cowboy boots that she likes), her trousers and her panties. She stands above me, totally nude, her hands resting akimbo on her hips, her pointy tits silhouetted against the white ceiling of the room, so that I am.