” She had checked. Many of the lawyers she and her family used were haughtily dismissive as Michael had graduated from a night school, but she had...detected a grudging respect. The judges she spoke with were overwhelming in their praise. Tough. Honest. Relentless. They had nicknamed him, “the Terminator.” His partner, Peter Gardiner, was renowned among real trial lawyers.She looked at her watch and realized it was after midnight. “Please let me know how she is…. I have to go. I’ll be. I didn’t know if she was supposed to be part of the LARPers or mixed up her music-themed night, but her heavy eyeshadow, too dark lipstick, pale white skin, and black leather outfit didn’t match anything in this tavern.Sighing again, I grabbed the bill from the table and walked to the bar. How was I supposed to hit on this chick? With her over-done makeup, she looked dangerous. The right side of her scalp was shaved almost to skin, the rest of her red and black hair swooped over into a ponytail. They pushed up between her lips. She pushed me away and said I've been pulling my panties out of my pussy all day since lunch. After we ate I cleaned her pussy again and I tried to fuck her after but again I was pushed away. She said jerk that little thing while I shower. I sniffed the panties while I jerked off and again I shot my load into them . This same scenario went on all week and Saturday I told her I wanted to fuck her. She stopped what she was doing and pulled her shorts down then. I can remember someone describing this type of dance as ‘the vertical expression of a horizontal desire’. ‘I asked the band to play this especially for you.’ ‘Why?’ ‘This is your night, and so that I can hold you close while we dance.’ ‘Won’t Mother be angry?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You know, because of that thing that you have going on between the two of you.’ ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ ‘You must be the only person that doesn’t. It’s common knowledge that you and Mother are having.