And I believe her name is Renee.’ Champagne walked towards the back of the dressing room. I slowly slid back to the door, hoping to go unnoticed. �...What do you want perv? You looking to get you ass kicked?’ Turing, I had bumped into another beauty. this one was at least 6’5′, I stared at her, short brunette hair, with deep brown eyes, lips that were as red as cherry. Her red mini dress would have made Ann Margaret blush. Killer legs and silk nylons, ending with red strappy heels. Shit, I feel in. “Tell me about her,” he says, the words spilling from his mouth before he has a chance to really think of what to say.Jessica slips to the back porch, which has an amazing view of the setting sun and begins to explain how the day went. How they rode through the countryside, over trails and through the canyon. She tells him of how close they got when they stopped to water the horses. How she felt that at any minute they could have just gotten naked and fucked. And it is during this time that her. It’s been months since we accepted a simple escort job, let alone anything afterward.”“So, do you want to work again?”“No,” Ashley snapped back. “We both know that the men who pay that much for an escort are going to expect something more than arm candy. I’m not going to do that kind of work – ever. I’m through with fucking older, rich guys so we can live. And ... I know you feel the same way. Darnit, where did he go, anyway?”“His boss, too,” Christine said. “All you have to do is mention. But remember, the moment that lawyer gets here, any deals are off the table for good. Anyway, let’s go get Mr. Browning here a public defender.”As the two men were about to leave, Browning asked, “What deals?”Henry glanced at him from over his shoulder. “I can’t tell you if you still want a lawyer. You’re saying you don’t want a lawyer?”“Not yet,” Browning said. “I’m not guilty, but I’m not stupid neither. Tell me about this deal of yours. Knowledge is power, yeah?”Henry smiled and sat.