I promise as an officer of the court," Cage plead innocently.The focus of Whipper's vision shifted momentarily from Cage to his client. She wondered w...y anybody would want to walk around in a body like that? She was 4'11" if she was an inch, and what her more misogynistic colleagues would call a "spinner." It was NOT a complimentary designation! The rest was a tousled mane of platinum blonde tresses that fell to the middle of the back, sparkling overlarge azure eyes, flawless heart shaped face,. I wanted to touch myself as I was really looking for action and I knew I was so fucking wet, thank god I was wearing a raincoat. I was toying with the idea of the bussines man and showed a little more leg than normal, the nets tend to draw the eye up the thigh, which was my ploy, and by the lip licking he was doing, I thought I had him hooked, so all I needed to do was suggest a coffee and get into my car. Well, the idiot just got up and walked out of the cafe, leaving me alone in the corner. "I don't know why you were so nervous about your place, it's great!" She said, taking in her surroundings. Michael closed the door, and watched her move toward his living room, plopping onto the sofa. "Sure, I guess," he chortled nervously and followed her. "Nervous?" She asked. She crossed her legs, flashing a bit of thigh, sitting primly on his maroon sofa. "Not at all," he lied. "Good," she flashed him another smile—seductive and predatory, as if she'd seen. It's not there anymore, the building was razedabout five years ago, to make way for another one, all ugly and new. Lunch had gone well, but it was tentative and nervous; maybe it was the crowd and the noise in the bar, but our conversation was hesitant, punctuated with so many "sorry, I didn't hear you"s that it was almost a relief to go back to work. There wouldn't be any better opportunities for conversation tonight, of course, but that didn't seem to matter so much. Different surroundings,.