Divorce The Easy Way
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by Squorn

Paul had felt rather uncomfortable for quite a while now. It was clear that the judge was going to find in favour of his wife. She would get the town house, the Porsche,
the house by the beach. Everything! All because of that stupid prenuptial she had made him sign.

He mentally kicked himself for getting involved with another woman. What had he been thinking of? Still, Jessica had been great fun. He couldn't believe it when this
gorgeous girl had come on to him in his local bar. He'd only slept with her once - and had woken up to find his wife and a photographer in the room. Obviously, someone had
tipped her off. Stupid, stupid! Now, he'd had to watch Jessica in the witness box telling all the sordid details to the court.

The judge was speaking. "This is a clear case of adultery, Mr. Henshaw. In spite of your marriage vows, you have been caught in flagrante with a woman who was not your wife.
You were also foolish enough to sign a prenuptial agreement stipulating a suitable punishment for just such an eventuality. This agreement is legally enforceable according
to the laws of this state, so I have no choice but to invoke it. I grant the divorce in favour of Mrs. Jenny Henshaw."

Paul looked over to where his wife sat smirking. She knew she had won ... but the judge hadn't finished talking.

"I see from the details of this prenuptial that the unusual Quinarius clause has been included, unique to this state, I believe. This makes matters a little more
straightforward. For this reason, I would like both Mr. and Mrs. Henshaw to approach the bench."

The couple met in front of the judge.

"Mr. Henshaw, I'm surprised at you agreeing to Quinarius. Are you aware of what it allows your wife to do?"

"My lawyer said he thought it was some fine I had to pay," Paul replied, getting his checkbook out, "he said it was something I would have to do before I left the court,
so, how much do you want?"

"No, dear," his wife replied, "Quinarius is nothing about money."

"I hereby declare that Quinarius is in action, Mr. Henshaw," the judge said, "Perhaps we three should retire to my chamber, where I can explain it to you."

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"You what?" Paul gasped, after listening to the judge's explanation, "You've got to be yanking my chain!"

"I assure you that I am perfectly serious," the judge replied, "indeed, the process started as soon as I declared Quinarius in open court. Surely you can feel your clothes
becoming looser?"

It was true, Paul's hands kept disappearing into his sleeves, but he hadn't really bothered about it. After all, he had other troubles to worry about. Now he realised that
his trousers were on the point of falling down as well.

"So, I am going to shrink down to a height of two inches, and then my wife gets to swallow me alive? It's inhuman, it must be against the constitution!"

"It's perfectly legal. Besides, you won't be able to do anything about it. You signed away your rights when you agreed to Quinarius. If only you hadn't been unfaithful to
your wife, you wouldn't be in this mess."

Paul was only half listening. Already he was starting to disappear into his clothes, and the process was starting to speed up. After a few minutes, all that his wife could
see of him was a pile of clothes on the floor with something struggling inside them. She rooted around inside of them and pulled out her tiny husband, naked and wriggling.

"I'm going to enjoy this," she said, "Goodbye forever, you lying, cheating bastard."

Then she raised him above her open mouth, and dropped him in. As she closed her mouth, Paul's world became dark. He wriggled around on top of Jenny's tongue, trying to get
back towards her teeth. Perhaps he could just prise them open. This was all a dream, he thought.

But no, it wasn't. Gradually, inexorably, Paul felt himself slip away down Jenny's tongue. It was like going down a slide at a kiddies' playground, except that everything
was warm and covered in saliva. Jenny's throat seemed to be getting narrower, until, he finally came to a halt, stuck in her throat.

That was, until Jenny swallowed. Paul felt himself cascading down blindly. He felt dizzy. Then his journey came to an abrupt end as he cannoned head-first into what felt
like a soft velvet wall. He was finally in Jenny's stomach. Then the pain began. It was an itch to start with - he could feel his arms and legs start to itch. Then it
became unpleasant, and finally agonizing as his body started to dissolve. Unconsciousness, when it came, was a merciful release.

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Out in the real world, loose ends were being tied up.

"Needless to say, Mrs. Henshaw, everything your late husband owned automatically transfers to you."

"Thank you, Judge, but I intend to go back to my maiden name of Scott. Can I collect my things and go? I have a lot to attend to."

"Of course. I think that we are done here."

............

Jenny arrived back at her house just as her husband's remains were passing into her intestines. She could feel what was left of him churning around in there. Stupid bastard,
she thought. It served him right!

"Ah," she said, as she stood in the middle of the large hallway, "all the money, the houses, the cars, the land, it's all ..."

"Ours!" a voice from the kitchen finished her sentence, "It's all ours!" Jessica emerged carrying a bottle of champaigne and a couple of glasses. "Let's celebrate. It'll
put us in the mood."

The two women went into the living room. Jessica put the bottle and glasses down on a table. Then they embraced in a long passionate kiss.

"Your plan worked a treat," Jenny said, "we got rid of my horrible husband and now we have all the wealth we can imagine. I think that calls for a real celebration."

"I'll pour the drinks." Jessica replied.

"Fuck the drinks! I meant a real celebration." Jenny took Jessica's hand. They both smiled, as Jessica realized what Jenny meant. Hand in hand, they went upstairs to the
bedroom ...

THE END