FOEDUSGRATIAE

Review by FOEDUSGRATIAE, November, 2004

This was the third time I had seen Jazzi. The first time, in May of 2003, was right after I found out that my wife was spending nights in hotel rooms with other guys. Jazzi helped me to forget for a moment. I saw Jazzi on a night that my wife was in a hotel room with another guy. The second time I saw her it was a bust. She complained of a stomachache. Since then, my wife filed for divorce on December 1, 2003, the day after I was laid off of my job. On January 29, 2004, my wife filed a TPO full of lies and had me thrown out of my house. Now, in my new home, with a new job, and on my birthday, I called Jazzi again and after getting lost (she is a northside gal and knows very little about Atlanta south of I-20) she arrived. She recognized me and recalled her last visits at my other house. I filled her in on what has been happening and showed her around my new home. She was sympathetic about what has happened to me. We settled the filthy lucre portion and then went to the bedroom.