The only time we spoke after she stopped by my office she whispered in my ear early during the trial, "I know you want me, but stop staring." I became...the high school kid again--ostracized by my best friend.Attacking Marielle on the stand--although her pathetic childishness necessitated gentleness I had to try and put doubts about her innocence and lack of sexual interest towards my client in the jurors' minds--constituted the worst moment of my life. I had to be cruel or ineffectiveness would. My eyes scanned over the room, but locked on a woman with bright red hair. Her pretty orange eyes were glowing and her bottom lip was trapped between her vibrant teeth. Eris… she whispered. Mom… I could barely make out her short figure through the tears forming in my eyes. How and why the fuck was she there? But, I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and cry into her shoulder. I wanted to break down my life into 18 different hours, tell her about all of my birthdays, tell her the first boy I. " I'm here now." Too late. Now you have to sit down in front of me and watch me...watch me drip. I'm dripping for you, Ray... I'm imagining you while my toy is on my clitty."The air thickened with her arousal, and I was mesmerized by the scent and the vision before me, just a few feet from my face. Her vagina literally oozed her nectar as she moaned. She rubbed the wand all around her puss and over her anus. She pressed it hard against herself."You're making me come, baby. Watching you watching. I’ve never had someone wrap me in love like you just did.”“But your parents, your grandfather, boyfriends, or girlfriends in high school?”“My parents never really wanted me, or if they did it was to make them look like a happy Christian family when they visited churches to try to raise financial support. They shipped me off to my grandfather when I was ten, and I never saw them again until after I was sixteen. That was when they forced me to marry Robert.”A compassionate Brenda hugged her again.