Well, ten to twenty-five years seemed an eternity to me. I’d fallen into my seat at the defendant’s table when he’d pronounced it. My lawyer, Je...se Russo, a fine-looking Italian fellow, had tried; but he was too young to do for me what Clarence Darrow or Jerry Spence might have been able to do. But Clarence was dead and Jerry was way out of my price range even if he was still trying cases.I’d turned to look back at my woman. She was seated in the row right behind me. As the guards, two of them,. She looked up from her glass, her dark hair falling in front of her face. She didn't bother to push it away, moving her lips at him quietly before he gave up and returned to the crowd. Now she was adjusting herself, stepping towards the window and brushing her hands across her stomach and hips, smoothing out her dress. Her lips small and chapped below the curls of her hair and the bump of her nose, she sipped again. When she looked up this time, her searching eyes found mine. Her eyes flashed. I was proud that my parents were way better looking, as shallow as that sounds."hi, my name is Vanessa. Come in and make yourself at home!" I said excitedly at the prospect of getting closer with these mouth watering guys. Even though I knew once they started school they would see that I am not in the "popular" group at school (which always put guys off no matter what I looked like) i still wanted to see how close we could get, but I'm mildly shy and always wait for other people to start the. “Let’s just say that you hit the sweet spot - red hair, green eyes, and a perfect athletic build. But given my mental state, I just didn’t feel right flirting.”“You don’t have to flirt, and you know it! Those goddamn bedroom eyes and your disarming charm are all it takes!”“I’m here for an exam and tests, Doc!”“She told me to tell you she’s free tonight if you want to have a drink.”“Tests,” I replied firmly.“Just relaying the message. And it wasn’t a setup.”“Right,” I chuckled. “You bring a.