It was 3am and I'd just managed to get the key in the lock when a voice behind me nearly made me jump out of my skin."Can I have a word, David?" came ... soft female voice.I rarely let my guard down, the job I do doesn't encourage it, yet I'd been caught completely flat-footed this time. Bill would have gone nuts if he found out. Then again, Bill checks over 3 year olds in case they have suicide vests installed on their person.I whipped round swiftly and moved into a defensive stance only to. Still, this was the present, and I was feeling frisky.“Edge as far as you think you can, then count to ten. Only then stop.”Biting my lip I rapidly agreed one-handed, spelling mistakes be damned. She guided me, my hand an extension of her will. Nipples hardening with each syllable and stroke of my, no, her fingers upon my quickly engorged clit and lips. The bitch in me crying to submit fully to this predator of fleshy delights. Breath catching, quick gazes at the clock counting down at. Eaton to check Don's eyes because I was worried about them. They were fine though; fine enough that he could attack me several more times later on." Three guys attacked you, and none of them landed a blow, and you 'dropped them'?" Yes. And in answer to your next obvious question, No, I am not an experienced fighter. This is the first time I have tried to hit anyone in years. I've been attacked by bullies at school, even badly assaulted by them sometimes - the police will have records of some. Let's begin thesepre-trial motions..."We had debated long and hard about a jury trial or a non-jury trial.We couldn't help but worry that the judge might be more crooked, butten jurors might be a stretch out of the twelve. In the end we flippeda coin and went for the jury trial.The not quite hour-long hearing dealt with a number of details and setthe date for choosing our jurors in five days on the following Monday.The class action motion was presented, and she said she would rule onit at the.