“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
New Beginnings. Isabel is a thirty-year-old accountant working for a company called H.J. Services, Inc. She's been a valued employee here straight out of college. Mr. Jackson, or Hugh, says she's his right-hand gal. For seven years she has worked her butt off and she knows and loves her job well. She has a boyfriend named Jesse who's five years older than her. They've been dating for a year. Jesse is a CEO of his dad's company. They live in Virginia. And this her story. "Reservation is for 7pm, I'll pick you up at 6pm." Jesse orders. "That's cutting it way too close. You know I don't even get off work until 5pm." She replies. "Well, if as CEO I can manage it, you should be able to as well." Jesse retorts. "Yes, but my dad doesn't own my company." She replies. "I'm not having this conversation again." Jesse retorts. "I'm just saying that a little advanced notice would be nice." She huffs. "I gotta go. See you at 6, and wear that black dress I love." He demands. "See you at si
"Sir, I'll take the job." She replies."Excellent. How did Jesse take it?" He asks."Let's just say he's no longer in the picture. So, he has no say so. And not because of the job." She explains."Well anyway, I'm pleased you're taking the job." He replies.Last night he came to her apartment. She refused to let him in. He finally left. He called her work phone today multiple times; she sent it to voicemail. She let the apartment manager know about her trip. She's having her mail forwarded to the new place. It's Friday and she's all packed and at the airport."Isobel wait!" Jessee hollers."No." She replies."Just hear me out, 5 minutes please? After a year you owe me that much Isabel." He pleads"Are you for real? After what you did, I don't owe you the time of day. But I am curious so I will graciously give you 5 minutes. Because I want to know why you cheated on me!" She demands."It was just sex. Sometimes I like it really rough and hard, and you're not the type I can do that with
"Hugh darling, it's Stephanie. We're all here in the conference room and I'm putting you on speakerphone." Mrs. Raines replies. I give her a stern look. That is so unprofessional. That's a problem that will be addressed. Respect and professionalism! "Mrs. Raines. So, by now I'm sure you know why I've sent Miss Gilliam there. She has full firing, hiring, and rules authority. Bottom line, what she says, goes! That includes anything and everyone including you Mrs. Raines. Have I made myself clear?" Hugh asks. No one says anything. "I believe the correct response is "yes sir Mr. Jackson"." I reply. Everyone except Mrs. Raines answers. Everyone but Mrs. Raines repeats it. "Good glad we are clear on that. Good day." Hugh Jackson replies. "I'll be starting interviews immediately. Mrs. Raines you're up first in 15 minutes. Mr. Matthews my office please." I order. "Yes Miss Gilliam." Max replied. "So, I asked you in here as I want you to stay in my office during all the interviews. As