“He did -- Mr Middleton. He called me into his office.”“Mr Drummond wasn’t there?”“No, your honor.”“Nor a notary?”“No.”The judge...turned to Middleton. “Mr Middleton -- would you explain how this document came to be?” Middleton stood there, flexing his jaw muscles. “Mr Middleton?”“No, your honor -- not without violating client-counsel privilege.”“Privilege.” The judge narrowed her eyes. “Then tell me whether what Mrs Drummond has related is substantially true or not. I’ll put you under oath if. "It's warm" she marveled."Just hurry up, okay?" I ushered her into my room.As I turned to leave I heard her call. "Jesse? Could you help me? I don't know how to use it."Sighing, I went back in. Amber was already lying on the bed, her t-shirt falling to join her shorts on the floor. I had never seen her without her clothes on before. She was actually in pretty good shape, her medium-size breasts pushing out a little over the fabric of her tight bra. I sat next to her and took the dildo. . Kalliste tossed off two glasses of óuzo. At the third she stopped, studying the glass. "I don't want you repeating this to anyone," she said. "Understand?"Numbly, Chelsea nodded."The first two pictures are just lists of who has dedicated what to the local temple as an offering to the Gods. The third..." She sighed. "How well can you read Akkadian?" I... I can sort of... well, not really. I mean I took a class in it, and - " What does it say down here at the bottom?" Kalliste took the picture of. "It's four thirty, the sun will be up soon. We're going to the beach to watch the sun rise," I cheerfully told my love.She probably wanted to complain about this harebrained idea,. She definitely would have preferred sleeping in, but what can a poor girl do when her Master calls? Even if it is before the crack of dawn.I rummaged through our dresser drawers and found a skirt. It was a dark, gauzy, cotton skirt; a bit longer than I approve of, but it had an elastic waist so it fit my needs of.