“You own this place?”
“Only half; I had two really close friends growing up—Harrison Bell and Nick Butera. Sex I have a lunch date with Harrison at one and I’m sure he’ll fire your sorry ass when he hears about this.”
“You’d have me fired? One of the other attorneys congratulated me on landing Jeff Barnes. I understand that he’s married with a kid on the way. “Have you ever been fishing,” I asked. You looked SO silly.” I put my arm around her waist to pull her closer. The drive up Old Country Road was easy; parking at Ben’s was always a bear. Rosalie had her first taste of Nick’s hand-made focaccia when the bread basket arrived. My office is just down the street about a block from the courthouse. That’s the best way to describe it. Her face covered with tiny freckles. Rub my nipples…please.” I moved my hands under her tee and found her soft flesh. Finally, after more than twenty minutes I sucked her swollen bud between my teeth and gnawed. I’m sure you know that young black men commit a lot of crimes.” I looked up then to see our order on the way, delivered by none other than my sister.
