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her with hard bullets of cream. Grunting, like a wild animal, he finally came to a standstill, almost a full minute after he’d exploded in her pussy.
    He stepped back from her and pulled up his pants. He turned away. Suddenly the enormity of what had just happened occurred to Suzie and she stood up off the desk, hurriedly pulling on her clothes. Jon continued to face the wall as she dressed. He reached into his pocket and took out a cigarette. He turned back to Suzie.
    ‘You want one?’ he asked.
    ‘No thank you,’ Suzie replied, ‘I don’t smoke.’
    ‘Maybe that’s a good thing,’ Jon said, ‘did you hear some of the doctors are saying it’s actually bad for you now?’
    ‘Yes, I think I read about it in Reader’s Digest,’ Suzie said.
    Jon smiled. He poured himself another glass of scotch. ‘Where do you live?’ he asked, ‘are you ok to get home?’
    ‘Brooklyn,’ Suzie replied, ‘I think there’s a train at ten pm.’
    ‘Ok,’ Jon said, ‘we can share a cab to the station. It’s not safe for you on your own.’
    ‘Are you sure?’ Suzie asked.
    ‘Yeah,’ Jon said, ‘come on.’ He tipped up his glass and drained the last of the scotch. He picked up his coat. ‘And Suzie,’ he said.
    ‘Yeah?’
    ‘What just happened here? What we just did? It can’t happen again.’
    ‘I understand,’ Suzie said. She felt a little disappointed but she knew that he was right.
    ‘I have a wife and kids,’ Jon continued, looking at her seriously.
    ‘I understand.’
    ‘Good,’ Jon replied and opened the door. He stepped out into the main office space. ‘Well aren’t you coming then?’
    ‘Sure,’ Suzie called, glancing around the office to make sure she hadn’t left anything incriminating behind before hurrying out to catch up with him.
    So this was the life the Madison Avenue Ad Men then, she considered. What she’d heard about the wild lifestyles hadn’t been true after all. No – the truth was much, much more dirty and depraved.
     
     
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    Hung Judge
    Sin in the Southern Courtroom
     
     
    It was a hot July morning outside the courtroom in downtown San Antonio. Clara sat in her car across the street from the building and fanned herself with the day’s court documents. The air conditioner was on full blast and yet she was still boiling. She wondered if she could ever get used to this damn Texas heat. It was six months since she’d left her life behind in New York to start again here in the Lone Star State. Six months since she’d first met Harvey out on the desert highway.
    Harvey was the sheriff, the “Lone Star” as he liked to put it, of a small town in south Texas and their relationship had started on rocky grounds to begin with – when he’d pulled her over for speeding on the outskirts of his town. One thing led to another and the arrest brought them all the way back to Harvey’s bedroom, by way of a quick liaison in the cell of his office. After that it was clear that they both wanted to take it to the next level and within a week Clara was making arrangements to move in with him.
    And things had been swell , at first anyway. Harvey was a great guy, even if he was a little flawed in certain ways, but after five and half months Clara had slowly come to realize that she needed something more out of a man. Yeah, it was charming at first that he seemed to do whatever the hell he pleased – whether that be drinking whiskey on the job or taking her in his arms in a certain way that told her he would get exactly what he wanted right then – but it eventually dawned on Clara that if the guy didn’t grow up soon then he just wasn’t somebody she was willing to spend the rest of her life with. Explaining that to him was the hard part.
    But yeah, he was a good guy, a real tough southern man, so when they parted it was amicable enough, and whether it hurt him a little or a lot, he wouldn’t have let it show anyway. That kind of attitude was part of the problem in the