" And garb. What about wigs and robes?" Tougher. Are there actual rules?" You bet! But even with rules, what if we go through this and next year or in...five years the Board or the Bar Association declare that my actions show me not to be of good moral character and I'm forever barred?" Barred from the bar?" Rachel laughed. "You'd have to do all your toping at home!" Very funny." Sorry. In some ways it is funny. Magellan's ships didn't fall off the edge of the world. The first anything always has. I fucked her again, while I was thinking about it. She wasn't there, you know, it was just in my head. In my hand. whatever.The next morning, I fucked her again. She was insatiable, I tell you. This went on for several days afterwards, then I called her again, for a second interview, so to speak. I just kind of had to. I had left it a few days, as I didn't want to seem too keen. I thought it best not to mention to her on the phone how many wanks I had had about her,so I was, you know, playing. With her dress flats in her large bag and a good pair of walking shoes.Normally, she'd take the tram on days like today.She doesn't any more.Now she puts rubber booties over her sneakers and walks to work.Besides, the tram was always overcrowded on rainy days.Once, too many times, a stranger had groped her backside.She never knew who exactly but someone always seemed to have a slimy smile.The last straw was when she turned around one day. Behind her, grinning, was a woman.Now she always walks. "Well, I think that it is your turn now," she says.I undo my belt buckle. I look at her and ask, "Do you want to do it?" Yeah, actually I do," she replies.I sit back on the seat and let her reach forward to undo the snap on my slacks and pull the zipper down. When she leans over to work on my pants I lift my left hand to her right breast and softly cup her. She either doesn't care or doesn't notice. I raise my hips off of the seat so she can pull my slacks down. My cock is erect and straining.