Wished I could make him feel better. Take a load off. He gasped at my appearance."You kinda surprised me there. Almost forgot you had come over." Hi. ...ou okay?"He gave me a heavy stare through the mirror. He still hadn't turned around.I continued. "I know that was a stupid question. You know that I am here for you, bud. Right?"He grunted and then nodded.I tried to say something further. "I am here for you. I could do. . . I would do anything f-for you."Damn I wished I saw him smile at that. ' and started to play with your clit.The video was starting to get heavy and you saw that the guy on screen is really sexy and that just turned you on more. There was a girl in the room and she was kissing him. He pinned her to the wall and reached over onto the counter to grab an extension cord that was sitting up there. He lifted her arms above her head and tied them together and then to the knobs on the cupboard there.That excited you even more and moaned to yourself saying "Fuck, yeah!". I thought to myself I bet all the men in Italy are so fine; Michelangelo's David would probably wear clothes. I got my 35 MM camera ready as he got on the motorcycle. First, he began leaning on the motorcycle like he was riding it.While taking pictures of Frederico on the motorcycle, I began having a fantasy. I imagined myself on the motorcycle with him, holding on to his body. I took even more pictures of him while he took off the leather jacket, giving me and my assistant shutterbug Wendy. America at its most awesome. Justice in truly hallowed halls.There. Somewhere in all of that was a sound bite that CNN could use for the late news, or NBC, or the BBC, or whoever else would be waiting in the square when we got done tonight. And I do mean tonight. In this trial, we broke for dinner at five, came back at six—the jurors had their meals catered, we fended for ourselves—and worked until at least eight. At which time the jurors were excused, and we had another chambers conference..