It
was another court day for the Doc Hansen’s ex-wives club. They were hungry. If the bastard can buy a brand new custom
made Camaro, he’s got money for us.
That’s what they thought. That’s
not what they got.
They failed to prove that Dr. Luke
Hansen had any other real disposable income.
With federal tax returns in hand, Luke’s attorney proved that his income
was damned near stagnant for the past three years. The court did not care if Luke had a new car
or not. His income had not changed. The members of the ex-wives club came up
empty.
“Come on girls,” Joclyn moaned. “We’ll go to Boudicca’s and figure something
out.”
The staff at Boudicca’s never saw the
ex-wives looking so glum. Their first
round of drink was on the house.
Jackie said, “I can’t believe that
judge was so cold to us.”
“Sugar … he wasn’t cold, he was
right. We need to get the dirty details
of Luke’s where-abouts … how he is makin’ his extra money,” Joclyn stated.
“People are talkin’ at Kroger … about
Luke … they said he has a boat … at Kemah … he calls it … My 3X Wives,” Jaime meekly said.
Almost in two part harmony, Joclyn and
Jackie yelped, “Luke’s got a boat?”
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