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- Mar 19, 2012
“I don’t know how she agreed to this,” Conner thought as he and his wife rode the elevator up to the 30th floor. Conner had planned for them to take the same elevator, the deviant.
“You’re a smart woman, honey,” he said to his soon to be ex-wife. “You know this is the cheapest, fastest, and least painful way to do a divorce. Any amount of suffering you could inflict on me with a full legal battle would cost you just as much.” He was expecting a snide remark he quickly said, “Hey, it’s not like this is binding unless you sign the agreement. If you don’t like this guy, we can do the whole thing over again next week with somebody else.”
Conner blew out air and let the elevator fall silent. He just wanted this whole thing over and to never see this look and intelligence for his wife again. He knew as long as she got the house and a fair amount of alimony, she would sign away whatever else she had to in order to get rid of him, too bad she would never have an intelligent thought after this. They got out of the elevator and went down to an unassuming office. On the door was a plaque which read:
Happy Endings Divorce Mediation Services
A Division of BTI
Wallace Warren, Mediator
They went in and found a Chinese woman with huge breasts showing an unseemly amount of cleavage. She appeared to be staring out the window, except that there wasn’t one—just a blank wall. She was smiling contentedly as if she hadn’t a thought in her head. “Excuse me?” Conner said. “Eep!” said the woman and gave a little jump in her seat, sending tremors through her undoubtedly silicone chest. When she recognized them as probable clients, her face broke into a huge welcoming grin. “Hi! Can I help you?” she asked. “We have an appointment with Mr. Warren,” Conner said quickly before his wife could say something snide. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand it was women who acted like stupid sex toys for men’s enjoyment. Given the quality of men that no doubt came to this office, he figured she didn’t doubt that the receptionist’s cleavage was the final nail in the coffin of many of the marriages. Conner wasn’t making any attempt to hide his interest in her tits and the bimbo certainly didn’t mind. "Oh, that’s great heeheehee!” said the receptionist. “I’ll tell him you’re here!” She pushed a button on her desk. “Mr. Warren? There’s some people here to see you.” “That’s great, Peegu” said the intercom. “I’ll be right out.” Two seconds later, a door behind the Asian woman’s desk opened and a round-faced man with round wire-rimmed glasses emerged. “Conner?” he asked. “That’s right,” said Conner. "Great! Come right in!”
Conner followed the man into his office. It was time to begin.
“You’re a smart woman, honey,” he said to his soon to be ex-wife. “You know this is the cheapest, fastest, and least painful way to do a divorce. Any amount of suffering you could inflict on me with a full legal battle would cost you just as much.” He was expecting a snide remark he quickly said, “Hey, it’s not like this is binding unless you sign the agreement. If you don’t like this guy, we can do the whole thing over again next week with somebody else.”
Conner blew out air and let the elevator fall silent. He just wanted this whole thing over and to never see this look and intelligence for his wife again. He knew as long as she got the house and a fair amount of alimony, she would sign away whatever else she had to in order to get rid of him, too bad she would never have an intelligent thought after this. They got out of the elevator and went down to an unassuming office. On the door was a plaque which read:
Happy Endings Divorce Mediation Services
A Division of BTI
Wallace Warren, Mediator
They went in and found a Chinese woman with huge breasts showing an unseemly amount of cleavage. She appeared to be staring out the window, except that there wasn’t one—just a blank wall. She was smiling contentedly as if she hadn’t a thought in her head. “Excuse me?” Conner said. “Eep!” said the woman and gave a little jump in her seat, sending tremors through her undoubtedly silicone chest. When she recognized them as probable clients, her face broke into a huge welcoming grin. “Hi! Can I help you?” she asked. “We have an appointment with Mr. Warren,” Conner said quickly before his wife could say something snide. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand it was women who acted like stupid sex toys for men’s enjoyment. Given the quality of men that no doubt came to this office, he figured she didn’t doubt that the receptionist’s cleavage was the final nail in the coffin of many of the marriages. Conner wasn’t making any attempt to hide his interest in her tits and the bimbo certainly didn’t mind. "Oh, that’s great heeheehee!” said the receptionist. “I’ll tell him you’re here!” She pushed a button on her desk. “Mr. Warren? There’s some people here to see you.” “That’s great, Peegu” said the intercom. “I’ll be right out.” Two seconds later, a door behind the Asian woman’s desk opened and a round-faced man with round wire-rimmed glasses emerged. “Conner?” he asked. “That’s right,” said Conner. "Great! Come right in!”
Conner followed the man into his office. It was time to begin.