Chapter 1021 What You Wish For (Loving Fuck):>Ep3

• The only thing the judge needed to decide was alimony. So Kristin had to fly down and attend one session of court. I must say, the starchy, carb-intense Midwestern diet didn't seem to be agreeing with her. She looked a little puffier than I remembered, maybe fifteen pounds heavier. She definitely had the I-fucking-hate-you glare, though.
• Anyway, that alimony thing. Kristin sought four grand a month for three years and then it would be reviewed; I sought no alimony at all. The judge, a crotchety old bastard with wisps of gray hairs shooting from his head, ears, nose, and eyebrows and a voice like a rasp, laughed out loud at Kristin's request, and turned a sad eye to my refusal to pay anything. He gave her one year, two grand a month, and I'd never have to pay her another dime. Whatever. It was less than ten percent of my take home pay.
• When the bailiff called the recess signifying the end of our case, Kristin stormed from the courthouse without another word. Priscilla shot me a flaming stare, then hurried after her sister.