Misty McMichael

I was extremely scared of Jeff. Extremely.

He was very charming, considerate, thoughtful, complimentary, everything that you want in a man, you think.

He liked to get me on the ground because once you're on the ground, you can get kicked. Did he kick you? Oh, yeah.

We were at a bar in Austin. I must have looked at someone and he had a fit and threw a glass at me and it shattered and a piece of it went into my chin and it's still in there.

Right, and that's fine. Bring it on.

It's true. I was a topless dancer for 10 years. Woo, big wow. What does that mean? Does that mean I'm a crackhead whore? No, it does not. Does that mean Susan's a liar? No, it does not. That just means that was our choice of profession. I enjoyed it. I had a great time. And...

Sheer abject terror.

I still don't understand what your point is. He put a piece of glass in my face.

Any mother is going to protect their children. I knew it was going to happen to him sooner or later.

Uh, whore, cheater, you know, bitch.

Who knows?

I didn't do anything. I did not cheat on him. I didn't do anything.

There was a bunch of glasses on the table And I don't know what I said, but he took the glass and he threw it and it shattered on my face.

She has asked me the same question repeatedly.

All right.

What does that have to do with anything? Okay.

He didn't want to know the truth, kind of like you.

Because I heard he was on his way over to me again, and I didn't want to be beat anymore that night.

Yes, in the hospital emergency room.