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Joshua - Two Weeks Later
Public defenders aren’t paid enough.Their caseload is too heavy. They barely have enough time to prepare for their hearings. They only get a few minutes alone with a client to go over the facts with them before they’re thrust in front of ajudge.
This experience has made me a little disillusioned with the system. There’s been more than one occasion where I’ve had to shuffle through paperwork while I’m in front of a judge who is silently — well,judging me —over a pair of eyeglasses. I don’t like to not look good in my career. Iloveto look good. I’m planning to set up a firm that takes on pro-bono cases for the public who can’t afford a good attorney and have to rely on the attorneys provided by the state. It’s not meant as an insult against the public defenders of this state, or an indictment of their professionalism. But I think I can help more than I havebeen.
And I’d be killing two birds with one stone if it also meant getting this paperwork out of mycar.
“What are you doing here?” Angela smiles, bending down to look at me through the open passenger-sidewindow.
“I took the afternoon off so I could see you. Get in,” I say, reaching over to grab the box of manilla folders from the passenger seat. I nestle it onto the floor behind the seat and Angela slips into the seat next tome.
“This is such a lovely surprise.” She smiles over at me and I take the back of her head in my hand, pulling her lips to mine. She moans against my mouth as I take her softly andslowly.
The past two weeks with her have been incomparable with any other time of my life. She makes me smile again. She makes me laugh. She makes me remember what it’s like to sit in comfortable silence and feel nothing butbliss.
There are so many things to love about her, like the way the sunlight dances across her skin or the way she likes to hold her arms out as she runs into the churning ocean surf. I’m obsessed with every little detail about her and the obsession has onlygrown.
I like when she teases me, wearing a short skirt out on a date and knowing that other men will look at her. It turns me into a possessive, jealous son of a bitch, and if I can make her come an extra time to punish her while I slide into her over and over from behind, her ass cheeks raw and pink from my hand — it’s a win-win.
“When is Em coming in,again?”
Despite Angela’s eagerness to bring the truth to light, she is afraid of theaftermath.
We pull out of the parking lot behind the Humanities building at Angela’s school. There’s something about the way she holds her schoolbooks against her chest, her eagerness to learn, that makes me want to give her some new lessons of myown.
“The jet is scheduled to land at four tomorrow evening,” I say as we glide onto thestreet.
“And then we’ll tellher.”
She glances over at me and bites her lip. I reach over to grab her hand. We’ve been dancing around the subject of telling my daughter about my and Angela’s relationship because I know Angela is apprehensive. She doesn’t want to hurt Emily — hell, of course I don’t either — and I know Angela is confident we are doing the right thing by telling her on our ownterms.
I mean, what would the alternative be? Waiting until Angela is pregnant and starting to show and dropping the news on Emilythen?
I don’t know what my daughter’s reaction is going to be, but I know she will come around and support us in time. I’ve tried my best to be a good father, and I think I’ve taught her that compassion and patience are the best traits you can hold. I’ll be patient and wait for her to come around. That’s the only choice thereis.
Angela and I have the perfect life together. I deserve a shot at happiness. And I know having Angela is the only way I’ll behappy.
“How was work today?” Angela asks. It’s Friday and I didn’t have anything in court today because the judge I was scheduled to appear in front of called in sick and there was no one available to take over her docket. I moved some things around and was able to go into the office for a few hours in the morning and get home in time to pick Angelaup.
“It was okay,” I sigh, gliding my hands across the steering wheel. “There are better things to talk about,though.”
“Oh, really?” She teases me, sliding one hand across the median between us.Road head?That’s not what I had in mind. I don’t venture there, instead keeping my eyes on the road even as my cock thickens at the idea of being between her beautiful lips in a semi-publicspace.
“If you’re planning to get into my pants, maybe we should save it,” I grunt-laugh as her fingers trace naughtily back to her side of the car. “I was thinking of taking a dip in the pool when we get home. First thing. Jumping rightin.”
“And you’re not even going to take off your suit?” Shelaughs.
“Just watch me, I will go in, shoes andall.”
“Maybe I can convince you to get out of those clothes, Mr.Stevens.”
“How are you going to do that, baby?” I glance over at her and watch for a moment as she traces her collarbone with her fingers, drops her head back and squeezes her thighs together. The flash of black pleated material with the hem high on her smooth thighs is the stuff dreams are made of. I put my eyes back to the road and grip the steering wheel as I swallow thickly. My cock is pulsing and humming like a goddamn car engine, rearing me up and getting me ready togo.
“Maybe I can get myself ready for you.” She moans softly as her fingers glide up the front of her shirt.Jesus Christ.My tongue turns to lead. She grasps the fabric and slides it up, flashing her white panties for me. The crotch is soaked through. It looks like she’s been edging herself all fucking day — another thing we love to dotogether.
“Who made your pussy wet?” Igrowl.
