Well, since there's aparently no proof, I'd completely deny the whole thing. Purge all female clothes if necesaary, and lie till I was blue in the face. Get up in court and tell the judge it's a total fabrication so she can get custody of the children.
He said, she said, and appealable if found against him.
No proof is no proof. Period.
Hooray for American Justice.
BTW, falling in love with psychotic women just because they SLIGHTLY TOLERATE (or appear to tolerate) our dressing is a bad idea.
As I'm sure many of you know.
