Her outfit, when she was working, reminded me of the Communist Chinese uniform of the sixties and seventies: shapeless. Lord only knows what she was a...tually like underneath. In truth I didn't care; she was darn good at what she did, and we got on well. One day I inadvertently paid her what she regarded as a very great compliment. As she finished, I was so completely relaxed I ended up in a deep sleep. I was her last patient of the day, so she let me sleep for about twenty minutes, then woke me. When I was finished with my shower I got dressed and waited for her. I walked over to her as she stepped out of the stall, “Where do you want to go for dinner tonight?” I asked her. She cried a little over someone being kind to her and not caring that she was gay. I did not know at the time the hardship that gay people went through. She had to hide what she was from people her whole life to avoid judgment. I was the first person that accepted her as she was and did not treat her like a freak.. Some days I can't remember what I had for breakfast, but I can see these events as bright as day even though they began more than fifty years ago. I'm now senior partner at one of the country's most powerful law firms. I made a fortune taking on big oil, tobacco, and the pharmaceutical industries. CNN once described my courtroom performance as "magical" because of my ability to anticipate my opponent's every move. Remember—I told you I always used my magic for good.MP had promised me sex three. She opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by a series ofbuzzing sounds coming from his pocket. Reaching in, she pulled outKris' cellphone. She looked at the screen, swiping along with herthumb."Son of a bitch," she whispered.I hopped down off the Jeep, walking over to her side. My arousal wasback down to non-existent levels, so I figured getting close to himwasn't going to be a problem. Leaning against her torso, I peered atthe screen.There were a bunch of texts. Nearly all of them.