‘Next!’ ‘Antonio Pellegrino!’ A small dark man stood up. ‘What is the charge?’ ‘Trafficking in Cocaine.’ ‘How do you plead?’ Judge...Smithson asked the defendant. ‘My client pleads ‘not guilty’.’ A tall and distinguished man dressed in a dark suit stood at the defense table. ‘Thank you Mr. La Bianchi.’ The judge showed no surprise at the appearance of the defense counsel who was well known as the reason that so many organized crime figures were not gracing the state’s penitentiaries. ‘The. We didn’t seem to have words for what lay before us. This new kind of silence was not comfortable. It had grown malignant, twisting in my stomach like a tumor.Any claim that the opportunity to talk had never come up would have been a lie. We both might have used sex to avoid discussing things, but there were still quiet moments where I could have raised the subject.The truth was, I was a coward. I didn’t want to bring up the thought of what might be next because I was enraptured with the. Don’t you get it this is what he did just to say hi to you if I talk I be died by the end of the week.” “We can get you into a safe house…” I jumped up and stared into his eyes. “I had three police cars outside my house and reporters, how much safe can it get then that.” He looked at me clearly trying to find a way for me to be safe but I know I would never be safe not if I helped them. I left them standing there and head back outside. “You should have said inside bitch.” I turned and stared. I stop kissing and licking your breast and look up at you and ask you if you want me to touch you, and you say yes in a passion-filled voice. I move my hand up to meet your pussy and you moan loudly. You're very wet, as am I, and I slowly slide my hand up and down your slit. I roll your clit around as I did with your nipple, between my index finger and thumb. Your hips move up and down inuneven rhythms. Your hands are gripping the sheets as mine were and I am turned on even more to see how hot.