Dalton West rarefied its talent. Those who wouldn’t work and focus on work left before they were let go. Our family was tight and few people fucked ...p. Then there was Lewis Cooke. I loved Lewis. My first time in court was at his table. He was the firm’s bulldog. There were some cases no one else could win that he pulled out of left field, but more often there were cases no one else could even hope to bring home scraps from. That was Lewis’s job to keep things profitable. I had been run ragged. She stood with her arms wrapped tightly around her torso, trembling with fear, nerves and cold all at once. She felt like screaming to get rid of the tension that had been building inside her. The fact that she was outside was the only thing that kept her from doing it. Although the sun was already down, there was still some light reflecting from the snow and she had a careful look around. Her anger had taken her to the other side of the mountain. Right now she stood facing toward the town. Dean then sneered, ‘You better watch that mouth Briar, or I can get you in some deep shit that you’ll need a shovel to dig yourself out.’ George just sighed, ignored the continuing bickering behind him, and gently closed the woman’s eyes and parted lips. He couldn’t begin to fathom how this woman just died with no warning. According to her associates, she never mentioned having heart problems. The poor woman looked like she was shocked to death. Her eyes were wide open and staring off into. He thought she couldn’t see, so he kept looking at her breasts, peeking out the top of the skimpy material. She saw him graze her body with his eyes, always returning to her breasts. She kept on pretending to read, slowly and firmly stroking her clit – barely moving her finger so as to not bring any attention to what she was doing. Her long, soft gypsy skirt rode up her bare and tanned legs. The man glanced back again and eyed her legs – possibly wondering to himself if she could possibly be.