I let my eyes roam higher, noticing the swell of your hips, flush in your face, the way your stiff nipples press against your dress. “You’re beaut...ful,” I tell you. I need to see more of you. I say, “Lift your dress for me. Slowly.” You bend lower to grip the dress on either side of your knees, and begin to pull it upward, gathering it in your fingers. My eyes follow the hem of your dress up your legs. The curve of your calf bends in to your knee, and then the curve moves outward again as your. She became a QC, and earned far more than her husband, and still he genuinely rejoiced with her. He was happy for her success. But he was less happy with the lessening of their conjugal rights. In fact, they both felt that. They both missed lying in bed until midday on a Sunday (and attending Evensong instead of Matins, at that time all lawyers had to be good church going types) with the smell of sweat and semen emenating from the sheets. But her career called, and he understood.As a judge, she. From what I’ve seen of MCF officers, that doesn’t surprise me. Quite a few of them seem to “adjust” their uniforms to look more intimidating; patent leather belts, tighter than regulation skirts, higher heels than you might think practical. Most of them look like they’d enjoy the excuse for a bit of in-depth interrogation. Somebody with an uncharitable turn of mind might think they were dressing to incite attention that could be construed as being in breach of the respect agenda. When I said. "Surely, we don't need another restaurant there." No we don't and it isn't a restaurant. It's a bakery specializing in Donuts," she said. I laughed hard. "What is so funny?" You don't see the humor in a donut shop three doors down from a cop shop?" I asked."It most likely will fail in a month or two at the most. A very nice oriental couple owns it, but they speak limited English. Even that is heavily accented."Well I'll try to help them out," I said. Why not, I thought. It wasn't like they.