He was hoping for a deal to help get the time reduced and he was pretty sure that the jury would not go his way. Ms. Stone offered to reduce the time ...o twenty-five to forty years and violent sex offender status if he was to get parole. He said he would give the offer to his client.That meeting didn't go very well. Steve's arrogance would not allow him to believe that he could ever be convicted. His lawyer kept trying to explain it to him that since the last rape had happened when he was. That was how I came to know Stanley, our local banker; one fine morning, his smile lingered on me too long for mere courtesy. He had been hurt at home, I could tell, yet from the way his eyes stayed on my face, never dropping to my breasts or hips, I knew that he was feeling something other than pure lust. My eyes flickered down to his groin, briefly, and when they returned to his face, I could see surprise slowly changing to silent approval, maybe actual pride. My mind raced into the building. As she opened the door and entered, the smell of a turkey roasting in the oven was the first thing to greet her.Summer spotted her and came forward. Dressed en femme now in a blue dress with white lace trim, she looked a lot different than April had been used to seeing her the past few weeks. She was slightly surprised at how much she missed seeing Summer in boy mode. Summer had been more of a comfort to her than she let on throughout that trying time. She had come to rely on Summer?s strength. “Though it eventually turned out OK.”“After she screamed ‘Fuck you, Steve Adams!’ in the Milford High lunchroom!”“You were the one who told me I could only be with her once!” I grinned.“True. We were all so clueless back then. But back to the present - I want to ask you another question. Are you just going to let her walk away? The way you did with Kathy? The way you did with Stephie? The way you did with Abbie when she moved out?”“Fuck you, Jennifer!” I spat.“You don’t have to ask twice!” she.