Page 345 of S is for SEX

“Counsel. Taking your client home?” he smiled as he looked in the window of the car.

I heard Michael growling under his breath.

I ducked my head out the window and looked up at him. His smug shitty smile irritated me. In some respects, I felt as if I had just beaten his ass on the playground. Sometimes winning just wasn’t enough. Calling that last unannounced witness was a sneaky trick on his part. I hesitated, and then thought what the hell.

“Well, as a matter of fact, I could use your assistance,” I smiled as I looked up at him.

“Certainly, what can I help you with, counsel?” he asked cheerily.

Phony bastard.

“Well I haven’t been able to find a trash receptacle,” I reached between my legs and pulled the cum soaked panties from my lap and held them in my fist.

Holding my clenched fist out the car door and smiling, he naturally held his hand out under mine, and waited for the trash I was going to offer him.

“If you could toss these in the trash for me, I’d be very appreciative. I hate to litter,” I said as I opened my palm and dropped the soiled panties into his hand.

“And no, I’m not taking him home. I just fucked him on the hood of my car. Have a nice day, prosecutor,” I smiled.

As he looked down at the panties that were slowly unfolding in his hand, I pressed the gas pedal and sped down the drive toward the exit on the first floor.

“You didn’t just…” Michael started to ask.

“I did,” I smiled as I turned out of the garage and onto the street.

“Technically,” I said over my shoulder.

“The parking garage is an extension of my work, part of my playground. And, like I told you, I play rough,” I grinned.

As Michael turned to face me, he smiled. He was still wearing his glasses. He had more than likely become so accustomed to wearing them he didn’t even realize they were on his face. I’d remind him later if someone else didn’t first.

As I smiled in return, I realized that this was the beginning. The court case was over. This was the beginning.

The beginning of what would be the rest of our lives together.

Without a doubt Michael went through changes during this process. He was not, however, a changed person. He remained true to himself and what he was willing to stand up for. Some people are almost impossible to alter. Michael was one of those people. He would remain unchanged until the day he died.

“Babe?” he asked softly.

“Yes?” I responded.

“Can we stay overnight at your house tonight?” he asked.

“Sure, what’s up?” I asked as I stopped at the traffic light.

“I miss my cat,” he smiled.

The man who would never change…

Mike fucking Ripton.

Cat lover.

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