Without an easy route to my chest, I was positive she was trying for a crotch shot, but it was hard due to the fetal ball I rolled myself into as she ...e-aimed her kicks. Through the pain, haze of blood, and the screaming lunatic kicking me, I heard other voices but something was clearly wrong with my hearing, because they came to me from what sounded like very far away. One of the voices was a voice of authority and his words were almost clear.“You!!!! Stop hurting that boy. Step away from him. Before I could lie back she handed me a small glass of water and atablet."Take this tablet. It will help you sleep."Not sure that this was really the case I reluctantly took the pill andwashed it down with some water. Almost immediately, I started to feeldrowsy and had hardly managed to lie down fully before I was fast asleep.I felt a bit light-headed when I woke the next morning. My (my?) brastrap seemed to be tighter than ever and I had a very weird feelingaround my crotch. I remembered that. Fucking one’s own client was, after all, very much frowned upon, but in this instance, it was the client’s sexual aggressiveness that was the issue being considered, and that’s what I was trying to demonstrate. Anyhow, as I had to keep reminding myself, Aunt Margie was my client, not Dagmar. Well, I was going to have to rely on Judge Wilmer to have my back if that happened. She has shown on more than one occasion that she isn’t shy about establishing a new legal precedent.I called Aunt Margie. "Leave that fly alone Harris, and stop trying to show off, I know you can hit a bug on the wall but right now we better get to the room and at least get some robes on, that Pizza you ordered should be here soon." He then added a little peeved, "seriously we're in Paris you couldn't have ordered escargot not to mention that it is almost midnight; who orders Pizza at this hour?" I've told you a hundred times it is almost 6 PM and I always have Pizza at 6 PM!" Right," Crawford said rolling his.