Miss
September 27, 2007 – 10:00 am
Things were progressing nicely, she reflected. He was turning out to be
everything she wanted and more. He was actually calling her “Miss” now,
without being prompted. Only in intimate moments, but that was fine with her.
She wanted a submissive partner, not a slave. Outside of sensual moments, they
pretty much continued to be on an equal footing, except that he was more
thoughtful and caring of her wants and needs than most of the men she had
known. It was time to proceed, she smiled to herself.
He was driving over to her apartment after a relatively stressful day at work.
One case in particular was really wearing him out. He hated the guy he was
defending. He even thought he was guilty. But it was his duty to give him
zealous representation to the best of his ability, and he only hoped that the
prosecutor was doing an equally zealous job.
He parked the car and walked up the ...