Outside the precinct Missy Sawyer was decked out in a wig and shades, driving a dark blue Dodge Caravan. She hadn’t heard of any warrants for her arrest as yet but seeing her loving husband exiting the police division confirmed her suspicions that he was indeed planning to throw her under the bus. “Support, my ass!” The old bastard had no plans of standing by her in her time of need.
“Lying bastard!” she screamed internally. She was tempted to run his highly strung ass over, but she was in deep enough shit over the whole Denny debacle. Missy should nail the old bugger for alienation of affections in the divorce she knew Weldon was planning.
It was all Weldon’s fault she had strayed really. The fool could no longer get a rise out of the little soldier. She had suggested Viagra and Cyalis to help out their lackluster sex life. He was too proud to go to a doctor to admit the little man wasn’t doing the job. Hence she had no choice to take her physical needs somewhere else. She just had affairs to start with, but the guys were either too clingy or wanted a one night only thing. Don’t call us; we’ll call you kind of arrangement.

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