My limbs felt like lead and my head faded back into a pillow wider and deeper than anything in the known universe. A black hole of a pillow. I mumbled...into it, tossing my head from side to side.I knew there was a reason to get up.The reasons were distant. Foggy, like breathing on a screen.Taste of ash.My tongue darted along my lips and my eyelids, at last, deigned to open.I was sprawled on a bed of red and dark blacks. Hanging curtains surrounded it, but they were drawn back and pinned up with. ‘A man walked into a lawyer’s office and inquired about the lawyer’s rates. ‘$50.00 for three questions,’ replied the lawyer. ‘Isn’t that awfully steep?’ asked the man. ‘Yes,’ the lawyer replied, ‘and what was your third question?’ ‘That was pretty good, huh?’ ‘Well, it was pretty good when I first heard it — about three years ago,’ Dan muttered under his breath. ‘Okay,’ I continued, undeterred, ‘You’re trapped in a room with a tiger, a rattlesnake and a lawyer. You have a gun with two. “Why would you do that?” I said. “You’ve already forgotten where my clitoris is,” she said. “In your throat,” I said. “Open your mouth. Let me make sure it’s still there.” “No Lance,” Carlotta said, sliding her panties down her legs. She spread herself out on my desk among the coffee stains, splinters, and flyspecks. She pointed. “It’s right here.” “All right then,” I said. “Let’s get started.” I had the men line up on the stairs. I stood by the door and let them in one by one. Four hours later. The lawyer encouraged me saying that police are pursuing the case very actively. Media reporters interviewed me but I chose to keep my cards close to my vest.He tried to cop a plea to a lesser charge; however, the prosecutor would not go for the reduced plea. The criminal trial lasted two days before his high dollar defense team decided the best alternative would be pleading guilty and hoping the court would be lenient. The parade of injured and other witnesses brought into court was a burden.