"Oh god yes!" he whispers."What do you want?" You," he breathes.He's staring into her eyes, so lost in them that he hasn'tnoticed that she went from s...tanding over him to kneeling beforehim. He gazes into them, not seeing the long fingernailsfuriously unbuckling his belt. The slender fingers tearing downhis boxer briefs. He feels, but does not see, the warmth as herhand wraps around his cock. Her eyes continue to dazzle as sheleans forward, her shiny red lips delicately kissing the head ofhis. I understand you treat all your clients even handedly.’ ‘You should become one Marci and see for yourself. If Stan Roebuck is greasing up to you it’s only for one thing.’ ‘Ellis, really,’ Marci said, blushing and unable to cut off the giggle. ‘How on earth do you know about Stan and me, he’s a fine lawyer.’ ‘If you say so.’ ‘Then isn’t he?’ ‘Professional ethics prevent me from answering that. But Marci, you’ll know his wife Sandra probably as well as I do, if she ever finds out she’ll divorce. Everyone was pretty buzzed! I looked over his shoulder at the scorecard and checked my stats for the game. Everyone hugged and said goodbye, then split up to go home.Dan and Tara came down from the bleachers and congratulated me. Dan offered me a water-bottle and I drank it down. I’d been drinking from my own bottle, but it was empty well before the end of the game. Tara scooped up my warm-up suit and held it out for me, but I was still too hot to put it on. We headed home. I wondered how Tara. " It's not?" I said, with an eyebrow raised. "Imagine how my life would have been different if I'd finished my Ph.D. I do, sometimes. I'd still be in Tucson and with Tina for one." You don't know that." True. But I might not have been so eager to leave, and we know where that eagerness got me."She nodded. "But you might have gotten there anyway, even in Tucson." That's true, too. But it's no different from your clients. They may get where they're going despite your help. Be it bad or good."She.