I paced the living room, Mataron A Alexa No A Un Hombre Con Falda Shirt the still-wet suit clenched in my hands. Karen knew better! I was ready to kill her. It was the first instance of her misbehaving in a way even remotely this serious. Her actions were intolerable. Before I could consider options, I heard the sound of tires in the drive. In bounced Paul, his jacket already off, with Karen in her soccer outfit laughing beside him.