We met in high school. Michelle had a smile that the Milky Way was jealous of, while I was a little over eager to help her with anything. Her build was petite, with small firm breasts and a breath taking bottom that jiggled with her short blond hair. Any class with her was a thrill, even if just to watch her, but finally in our junior year she asked for some help with an algebra problem. I wasn't exactly a geek or innocent, but I was shy and especially around her. Patiently, I assisted her with algebra, in return I received smiles and slowly, so slowly, conversations began to dribble out.
A few months later a friendship developed and there were occasional phone calls. By the end of the school year we were confidants. Michelle encouraged me to ask the girl out whom I told her I admired and she asked for advice on boyfriend problems. Once a month or so, we met for lunch and laughed ourselves silly. At some point she indicated one of her "friends" had an interest and I took advantage of the information. Our talks became plagued by infrequency, graduation jumped out of the box and then we both took off for college.
During summer breaks we would usually got together and chase down a few beers. Mostly, we caught up and laughed like hyenas. I always smile when I think about those moments and how we must have looked. Someone should of tied us together, fully naked. Why I wonder, why didn't such a stranger come tumbling our way. After college we accepted jobs in different cities and fourteen years after high school graduation I heard her laugh at a conference and sought her out.
Our stories continued to dance together. We were both married and each had two kids. Neither of our spouses were at the conference. She didn't say much about her man, and I didn't say much about the mother of my children. Instead we went out to dinner and I bathed in her smiles and laughter. Time hadn't dulled either, and also kept its hands off her figure. We updated our portfolio on each others life events and our talk even dabbled skyward with exploration of our dreams and mistakes. After dinner we returned to the conference hotel and shared a bottle of bubble.
With the bottle of bubbly empty we agreed to call it a night, so I offered to escort her to her room. She smiled, and accepted. As we entered the elevator, an older gentleman grabbed the door just before it closed and squeezed in with us. She nudged me with her elbow and pointed to him with a wink. After we exited, she burst into a laugh then announced that she had a funny to tell me about one of her cases and insisted I listen in her room.
"That Gentle-Man in the elevator worked on the other side of the case from me. Things grew really heated between us, but I really trusted my client and the facts also stood behind her. But wait, I'm being rude. Before I finish, would you like another drink Jack?"
"Well what does your well stocked bar have?"
"Ahh, my dear the selection is most grand. Cheap wine, cheaper beer and a few miniatures of rum, vodka, tequila and gin," she said as she bent over looking into the miniature bar. Her figure did look great. No one would ever guess that children had passed through her hips. Brief glimpses of her tummy early in the evening had revealed that she had kept her six-pack. As she indexed the bar's contents, I couldn't help but notice the full sweetly tight muscles of her behind. For years I'd wanted to softly caress her tush and then squeeze it firmly. Time seemed to have only heightened this desire.
"How about a vodka and 7-Up, and what are you going to have?"
"I'll go light and try my luck at a shot of tequila, then use a little of your 7-Up as a chaser if you don't mind."
"Not a problem. You sure about the tequila? Ever since college it seems to make my stomach curl automatically upon first sip."
"I didn't drink much in college, and recently I've gotten into tequila. It seems to get me much more perky then any other drink, and this has been a really fun night."
"On that point, I must agree. And so now tell me the rest of the story." After saying this she sat down next to me on her bed and kicked both legs up on top of the mattress on top of one another. Her legs looked incredible in nylons. I tried not to stare, and when caught just smiled like an idiot. She chuckled then continued her story.
"Well, that gentleman and I had a little scrabble over whether his client had produced documents that were key to the case. The documents were medical records on my clients surgery that were suppose to document steps taken to insure surgery was performed on the correct leg. A mistake was obviously made as surgery was unnecessarily done on her left knee. The elevator man told me on the phone that the hospital wished to quickly settle, avoid publicity and he would promptly have all the medical records turned over to my office. I never got the records, so suit was filed, and I was forced to get the court to order production of the patient's medical records. In the process, I advised the court about the gentleman's early pre-suit promises, too which he responded that 'I was a flat-assed liar.'"
After revealing this portion of the story, she stood up, placed her back to me, and then as she turned her head towards me and arched her back she asked, "Does this look like a flat ass to you?"
My lips somehow became instantly glued together. She waited patiently, and her silence demanded an answer. Alas, my tongue thawed and I nobly stated, "I'd have to disagree with such an assessment."
"I think my ass is rather nice," she replied.
With a smile, I added, "Yes, I would agree." Damn my palms were sweaty, and the tummy was doing flip-flops like I had four or five shots of tequila. Finally, I saw an out and clumsily asked, "So what finally happened to the case?"
"The jury agreed with us, gave her a reasonable award, and then had enough balls to tack on some punitive damages for the hospitals 'misplacement' of her records. Of course, our version of events used the terms 'deliberate destruction,' rather then misplacement. It was nice to see, but I still wonder whether the person who made the decision to destroy those documents lost their job or were promoted. Did the result make a difference to anyone other then those directly involved?"
"Do most lawyers think about things like that?"
"Too few. I do trial work on both sides, and those are the questions that haunt me. Should I continued to work in law or should I try to make this world a better place through some other more effective endeavor."
"Are you thinking of switching careers?"
"I don't know, but I do know that this conversation is getting too serious. Here is a question for you. If you could take any two movie stars with you to a deserted Caribbean island who would they be?"
