In appearance, she wasn't at all what I was expecting. Somehow, I had a mental image of a matronly woman in a business suit and sensible shoes, perhap... somewhat masculine in appearance. I missed it by a mile.She may not have been a fashion model in her past, but she could have been. She was tall, around five-ten, slim as a willow but nicely shaped. I got the business suit part right, but it was very fashionable and fit her perfectly, accenting all the right places. Short, red hair and a dusting. I first found Jason, the office's resident class clown. He was a good attorney. He was always quick to joke and comment lightly upon any situation in the case meetings. We needed that sometimes when discussing serious cases. I laughed softly before my eyes left him and found something beautiful. Actually, I found two beautiful things, Keisha and Desiree. Jason was also crazy about them, frequently letting innuendos slip and making flirtatious remarks. Well, actually his comments were toward. Do you understand, Mary Bridget, what is expected of you?" He waited patiently, through her sobs. He stepped back to get a good swing with the cane that he knew would concentrate the pain in a tiny thin line. That what was so great about using a cane, the ability to continually hit new, untouched flesh, moving up and didn't require as many strokes to make an errant female willing to do anything to avoid any further punishment with it; though he did love to punish just for the sake ofhearing the. "Her ass was phat! Phat like video model. Any man would be lucky to have her. Good thing she has me to watch over her. Her heels made her look much older and she covered her body well. A lady should always stay covered. Not showing too little, and not too much, but juuuuussss--- "Jayyyyyyyyy!!! What's happenin my brotha!! Mike is the kind of guy any neighbor could have I could trust him with my life. "Is that Jean? My she's looking great since rehab. Hey can I borrow your tool? My wife and I.