âboss.â
âYep. I should be there within the hour. I need you to contact a divorce lawyer for me; a good one, one who is detailed and can go against a firm with political connections. Does anyone come to mind?â
âA couple. By the time you get here Iâll have some choices for you. Whatâs up?â
âIâll tell you later. Oh, and call my brother Charlie. Get some suggestions from him as well.â
âWill do. Anything else?â
âNope, that should do it. See you soon.â
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The morning activity Daphne and I shared put us both back to sleep. It had been a while since I came simultaneously with a woman. When it happens, in my opinion, two are truly equals. All pretenses are set aside when heartbeats match.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over my shoulder at her I noticed she was awake and smiling. My eyes gravitated to her shaven pubic area, neat and inviting. Only a situation as significant as the threat of losing my son could have motivated me out of that bed. I bent to her and kissed a nipple, then rose from the bed. I had work to do. She sighed, pouted a little and sat up.
âD, I wasnât eavesdropping on your conversation, but I couldnât help but hear you need an attorney. I know one who may be able to help you. Interested?â
âSure, baby. At this point Iâm taking all the help I can get. Who are you talking about?â Her fingernail and toe polish matched, I liked that. The woman had a nice style about her. She scooted closer to me and started caressing my thighs while she talked.
âA friend, one who is familiar with how Peal operates.â
âAnd how does he operate?â
I lowered my hand to her hair and played in it. Slices of sunlight beamed through the slits in the blinds. My jones was getting hard again because my mind went to her giving me some head. I was standing, and she was sitting, and her face was in my crotch area.
âThorough and fast, and based on Reginaâs discussion last night sheâs trusting him to take care of it. What they are doing is wrong and I told her that last night. Something is going on with her, D. She hasnât been herself in a while.
The Regina I know would never think of taking your son away from you. Never.â
I lowered my hand to the nape of her neck and played in her soft, thin hair.
âIn her mind they are not taking him away from me. âJust a simple name changeâ is what she told me.â
I didnât want to talk about Reginaâs threat. I wanted to do something about it. Suddenly I felt as if I had been, and was, wasting time. The morning could have been spent laying out a plan of action rather than laying out Daphne. I pulled my hand away and walked from her stroking fingers toward the bathroom. Guilt is a motherfucker.
âThe person you think can help, do you know them well enough to call this morning?â
âI can do better than that. Iâll get us a meeting this morning.â A smile rested on her face.
I offered her the shower first. She declined, saying her things were already set in the downstairs bathroom. I excused myself and headed for a quick shower.
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Hiring Daphneâs attorney wasnât a certainty in my mind. I needed information that would tell me if what Regina was threatening was legal. I decided to dress in a business suit. A charcoal gray, three-button pinstripe accompanied by a white shirt, light gray tie and baby-soft black Bally loafers.
Last month, my father sent me a custom-made holster from Arizona. It holds both my pistols right above the small of my back, and the loose way my suit jackets are cut makes my weapons undetectable to the untrained eye. On my right ankle I had a slender .22 harnessed. My pistols are part of my dressing; I seldom leave home without them.
As I was coming down the stairs, I heard voices in the back bedroom. Stanleyâs voice was familiar, but the
âYep. I should be there within the hour. I need you to contact a divorce lawyer for me; a good one, one who is detailed and can go against a firm with political connections. Does anyone come to mind?â
âA couple. By the time you get here Iâll have some choices for you. Whatâs up?â
âIâll tell you later. Oh, and call my brother Charlie. Get some suggestions from him as well.â
âWill do. Anything else?â
âNope, that should do it. See you soon.â
Â
Â
The morning activity Daphne and I shared put us both back to sleep. It had been a while since I came simultaneously with a woman. When it happens, in my opinion, two are truly equals. All pretenses are set aside when heartbeats match.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking over my shoulder at her I noticed she was awake and smiling. My eyes gravitated to her shaven pubic area, neat and inviting. Only a situation as significant as the threat of losing my son could have motivated me out of that bed. I bent to her and kissed a nipple, then rose from the bed. I had work to do. She sighed, pouted a little and sat up.
âD, I wasnât eavesdropping on your conversation, but I couldnât help but hear you need an attorney. I know one who may be able to help you. Interested?â
âSure, baby. At this point Iâm taking all the help I can get. Who are you talking about?â Her fingernail and toe polish matched, I liked that. The woman had a nice style about her. She scooted closer to me and started caressing my thighs while she talked.
âA friend, one who is familiar with how Peal operates.â
âAnd how does he operate?â
I lowered my hand to her hair and played in it. Slices of sunlight beamed through the slits in the blinds. My jones was getting hard again because my mind went to her giving me some head. I was standing, and she was sitting, and her face was in my crotch area.
âThorough and fast, and based on Reginaâs discussion last night sheâs trusting him to take care of it. What they are doing is wrong and I told her that last night. Something is going on with her, D. She hasnât been herself in a while.
The Regina I know would never think of taking your son away from you. Never.â
I lowered my hand to the nape of her neck and played in her soft, thin hair.
âIn her mind they are not taking him away from me. âJust a simple name changeâ is what she told me.â
I didnât want to talk about Reginaâs threat. I wanted to do something about it. Suddenly I felt as if I had been, and was, wasting time. The morning could have been spent laying out a plan of action rather than laying out Daphne. I pulled my hand away and walked from her stroking fingers toward the bathroom. Guilt is a motherfucker.
âThe person you think can help, do you know them well enough to call this morning?â
âI can do better than that. Iâll get us a meeting this morning.â A smile rested on her face.
I offered her the shower first. She declined, saying her things were already set in the downstairs bathroom. I excused myself and headed for a quick shower.
Â
Â
Hiring Daphneâs attorney wasnât a certainty in my mind. I needed information that would tell me if what Regina was threatening was legal. I decided to dress in a business suit. A charcoal gray, three-button pinstripe accompanied by a white shirt, light gray tie and baby-soft black Bally loafers.
Last month, my father sent me a custom-made holster from Arizona. It holds both my pistols right above the small of my back, and the loose way my suit jackets are cut makes my weapons undetectable to the untrained eye. On my right ankle I had a slender .22 harnessed. My pistols are part of my dressing; I seldom leave home without them.
As I was coming down the stairs, I heard voices in the back bedroom. Stanleyâs voice was familiar, but the
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