Somehow, barely, I had resisted him, just long enough. “Juan! Stop!” I cried out, and took a step back, gasping for air. My caftan fell back i...to place, and he looked at the clock, his face falling in disappointment. Now I would know the true mettle of this creep. I was vulnerable, and I was trapped. There was absolutely nothing stopping him from r****g me. He looked back at me and smirked. He looked me over again, and then spoke.“You aren’t dressed like this for me. You’ve got some. The thing is, why come back to you?" I was asking that question myself," said Jase as he glided in, bearingmugs of coffee. "Generally the medallion doesn't give people a secondchance. At least according to all the urban legends about it. Once youare stuck, it's 'game over'." So what is it doing?" I asked, taking a sip of milkless coffee. "Do weget, like, a second go? Do we get to reverse everything? Go back to whatwe were?" Maybe," said Mel, thoughtfully, relaxing back on the couch. "But maybeI. "Hi, Phillip, stop growing," she said like she always did, as I towered over her five foot frame. I joked, "Stop shrinking," my usual response back, as I gave her a big hug. I won't go into the lengthy details that led to what transpired next, but to make a long story short: -Dad took grandma to the grocery store to fill her empty fridge and cupboard (her kitchen looked like that of a poor college student) -Mom and Tanya stayed to clean the house and try to make it look like it wasn't hit by a. I’m sure he’d look for some way to make it an ethics violation and try to have me censured, maybe even disbarred. 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.