Casey looked amazing, the black one piece pressed tight against her body, the water running over her. I started to peel off my swim suit, I pulled the...straps over my shoulder and downwards, my boobs popped out and the water hit against them sending shivers down my spine, I pulled it further down to my ankles and I climbed out of it. I then lifted it up to the shower head to get the chlorine out.I caught Casey staring at my vagina, “ Nice haircut.”This made me blush since my pubic hair started. Wearing black doesn’t intimidate one with a heart of darkness. The case wasn’t going well. The judge seemed determined to bend over backwards to please the defense attorneys and I could tell the jury had sympathy for Andrea Yvan. She played the part of the victim all too well. A she-wolf in sheep’s clothing. Only I saw her for what she was because I am a monster too. I followed Judge Stephens around and discovered that like a certain former NYC politician, he liked call girls. He had a. Those nights, she would usually cuff me and put me in the closet for the rest of the night. It was safer that way...for me I mean. If pushed she would sometimes just beat the shit out of me. She will keep me in line if needed.Within a couple hours I started getting texts from her. She was working the crowd, but not much going on, would be home soon. It would be another couple hours before I would hear from her again. I began receiving pictures texted to me of her in action. The first few. It had two parts. One, we had great hopes for Marilyn when we rushed her. She had everything. Then she goes with a boy who is not only non-Greek, but looks, sometimes, from some perspectives, sorta ... non-smooth.”“Like who only wears three neckties.” Marilyn had brought that up and said that her sisters had noticed that. He’d been surprised to learn that they’d noticed him at all.“Yeah.”“I can see that.” He could see ‘non-smooth.’ He’d gone through high school without anyone thinking he was.