“Someday if you'll have me, I’m gonna marry you.” He whispers.And he's out again. What the hell is going onwith him? And marry? When he said that I got butterflies. Just like when we first kissed. Just like the first time we made love. I do want to marry him. Not now, but in the future. Tomorrow is Thursday. I skip classes as I'm waiting for him to wake up.“Shit I feel like hell!” Brady groans.“Good! You deserve to for putting me through that last night! I was worried sick.” I retort.“Here, water and Tylenol.” I offer.“I don't deserve you.” He mutters.“Bullshit. I won’t hear that kind of talk, ever! I'm going to take a shower then we talk.” I order.I’m in the shower just finishing up when the shower door opens. Brady steps in and wraps his arms around me. My back to his front. He leans close to my ear.“Whatever happens please remember I love you and only you. I would never cheat on you ever.” He whispers.“I know that. I trust and believe in you. What's going on you're scaring
We go to meet with the dean and Professor. Me and Brady are sitting and waiting for them to read the proposal. It was to allow us to try his case here at the University. With the Professor sitting in as judge and jury. And his findings would stand. If I won then Brady's record would be cleared and this sealed against the public and bar association. If I lost and he was proven guilty he would leave college and not apply for his law degree. It's a risky move. But I know he's innocent. There has to be a way to prove it. And you can't prove a lie, right?!“I have to say well done Miss Miller. I can't say I’m surprised. You are my top student. But are you sure you want to switch sides?” Professor asks.“Sir, I believe it was you who is always telling us to get in the mind of your competition? What better way than for me to learn firsthand and being in their actual shoes?” I ask.“Very valid point. And Mr. Thomas. You stand to lose the most here. Are you comfortable with your girlfriend
“You've been concentrating for hours.” Brady declares. “Yes, trying to save your ass. I don't want to forget anything.” I warn. “God you're so hot. And when you tell me no, makes me want you even more.” He warns. He slides his fingers into my panties. Yep, concentration is gone. I lay my pad and pen on the bedside table. His hands are pulling my shorts and panties off. I take off my top. “That's more like it!” He groans. I push him back and straddle him. I kiss his lips, then his ear, down his neck while he plays with my breasts. My lips go down to his chest, circle his nipples with my tongue. Then down his stomach. I swirl my tongue around his tip while I hold his shaft in my hand. I stroke with my hand and he groans. Then I put my mouth completely over him and move up and down. His hands go to my hair. Guiding my pace. I can feel he's ready and I suck harder and faster. “Oh, hell yes, baby fuuckk yeah, I'm going to come.” Brady groans. He does and it shoots all in my mouth
“Moving on. The hospital report says signs of sex but no tears and no semen present, so a condom was used. No DNA found. That could be positive to say no signs of forced intercourse. Or negative as they could say you were covering your tracks with the condom.” I reply. “So basically, she had sex and has ripped clothing. We guys can get carried away and it not be rape. Also, sometimes the women ask for things like that. They get off on it.” Cameron replies. “Yeah exactly.” Brady agrees. “Ok I want to see the alleged dating pictures. Seriously? I know she's a shitty lawyer, this is so damn sloppy. None of these have a clear shot of the guy’s face. Brady has the profile of tons of guys.” I reply. “Hey!” Brady retorts. “I know this is not Brady. But I can't shake the feeling I know this guy. God it's eating at my brain! So how can we prove this is not Brady?” I ask as I pace. “Think!” “So, we have pictures that can be anyone, ripped clothes, no DNA, and her word.” Cameron scoffs. “
“To show premeditation. I want to see if they've been meeting. And to show if there is no Brady, how could they have been seeing each other?” I explain.“She could just say they met elsewhere.” Tammy replies.“No. She already said it happened at her apartment. Plus, I'll goad her into bragging of having him in her apartment. She knows that will bother me most. Him supposedly seeing her in her apartment, so she'll fall for the bait. Then I’ll burry her with her own cockiness.” I reply.“What about the back door log? There was video.” Tammy asks.“The keys are coded. Each one is linked to the apartment. I’m betting he still has the key. And on video you couldn't see clearly his face with the hoodie he had on.” I explain.“And you're going to request his keys at the trial.” Tammy guesses.“Exactly.” I reply.“Brady was right, you are good. Remind me to never piss you off!” She laughs.“Him and her are both going down. But I’m not stopping with the trial. I'm going after their careers.” I
What? Where?” I ask.“Just dress nice.” He grins.I dress in a white lace dress, it’s short in the front and flows down towards a V in the back. I pair it with my gold strapped heels. I leave my hair down, in waves I created with my hot iron. He’s dressed in black dress slacks, and a white button-down shirt. I love how his jeans fit him oh so nice, but something about seeing him dressed up is even hotter.“I do love how hot you look all dressed up.” I reply.“Careful I don't have much room to grow.” He warns.“So where are you taking me?” I ask again.“It's a secret. You deserve a nice night out. You've been working so hard!” He explains.He takes me to a very nice restaurant with a view of the city. The tables are dressed in fine linens and crystal dinnerware. There are glass lanterns on each table.“Oh Brady! This is so romantic!” I gasp.“You deserve it.” He smiles.We have a nice dinner. It's so nice to relax. But I can't get the trial completely out of my mind. I feel confident,
“Hey, my man Cameron is getting lucky. Can I get lucky?” He smirks.“Brady, you get lucky every day. Sometimes multiple times! You're such a horndog.” I retort.“And hearing those sounds is making me hornier! Come on babe, don't let me suffer here.” He whines.“When have I ever let you suffer?” I demand.I slip my hand in his boxers. He groans. And pulls my shorts down. He rubs between my legs until I moan. I take my shirt off and he removes his boxers. I finish removing my shorts. He gets on top of me and enters me fast and hard.We're both too turned on to take it slow. Right before we climax, he stops and flips me over on my hands and knees. He pulls my butt towards him while he thrusts inside me. I lower my chest towards the bed allowing him to go deeper, I saw that on a movie.“Oh, hell yeah Steph, shit, that's so good, damn!” He groans.“Faster Brady, harder!” I demand.“Hell yeah, shit I’m coming babe, so good I can't.” He groans loudly.He starts jerking and his release shoots
"Objection! We were not given access to any alleged evidence." Jim exclaims."Defense was still collecting it." I reply."I'd like to see it, and then I'll give the prosecution time to examine it." The Professor responds."The first evidence is a restraining order issued against Miss Stevens at her last University. It goes to show a history obsessive behavior." I explain."I'll allow it. And the other evidence Miss Miller?" Professor asks."Video surveillance along with a signed affidavit of Miss Stevens apartment building manager. Along with a signed report of the back entrance. At the alleged time of attack, it shows key #611-2 was used to gain entrance. I'd like for Mr. Britton to produce his keys." I request."Objection this is obviously a ploy to take suspicions from her boyfriend." Jim denies."Miss Miller this is a serious allegation. Are you sure you want to proceed?" Professor asks."Yes, your honor, the videos will confirm this allegation." I explain."Mr. Britton please ind