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She was awarded the house and property and most of his savings, for emotional damages resulting from harrassing her sister who was still mourning the loss of her own husband. It was bullshit, of course, but the courts bought it and the last she heard of John was that he squandered what he had left on booze and bitches and Indian Sex was living on the streets of Saint Louis. It occured to me then that Bonnie was not to be underestimated, despite how simple she came across as. Perhaps she was like me, smart, but preferring to play dumb so people would overplay their hand. Of course, from her deion, John didn't seem like much of a Garry Kasparov and pulling one over on him didn't sound like much of a feat. Still though, I needed to tread carefully going forward, as I certainly didn't trust Bonnie, regardless of how sweet and sincere she sounded. "Here we are." Bonnie said, as I pulled behind what I assumed to be Indian Porn Audrey's car parked in front of the garage, next to the house. 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