Teamviewer Slave
My ex banged the door in my face. Two minutes later, the CD I?d asked for back came sailing out the upstairs window, landing on my car. The paint on the hood took a dent, but the CD rolled off the windshield, took a turn, and landed at my feet, intact.I could see Harold in there, looking out the window, smiling. The divorce was last Monday. Harold had been an item for a year; at first a secret then not so much. He was a doctor and worth a couple mill. Me, only half of my first, but still...