“She’s lying. That’s not how it happened.” I protested to my attorney.
“Settle down William,” she said as she put her hand on my wrist, “we’ll have our turn shortly.”
I had to sit back in a huff and take the false accusations Ms. Flannery was spewing about me to the court. It all started when I went to work for Florence Flannery and her partner, Leila Windsom. They had a stormy relationship, each one argued their way over the other’s in many of the day-to-day as well as longer term decisions. They would come to me to break the tie and I would want to run and hide because I would be making one of them mad at me if I opened my mouth at all about anything.
There was this contest and the winner would receive a lucrative 3-year deal with a Fortune 500 company for their business. Ours was on the brink of collapse. Ms. Flannery and Windsom were so nervous that they proclaimed that if they won, that I would be given a one third partnership for sticking it out and for all of the work I had done for them.
Florence Flannery is probably 15-20 years my senior and Leila is probably just ten. That makes them 40-45 and 35 respectively. Florence is 5 foot 5 and maybe 20-30 pounds over an ideal weight, but she seems to carry it well as it is evenly apportioned about her body. Leila is maybe an inch or two taller and slimmer. Until you would get to know them as I have, you would think that they were both fairly frumpy in their baggy pant suits and smock-like tops. To me they were like a couple of aunts for which I happened to work. Florence used her more senior age to take the final position on things when they could not get me to break a tie.
We were in the city for the contest. The competition was steeper than we expected. Florence insisted that we approach it her way and when push came to shove, I felt it would be our only chance to win. Leila was upset. She would not talk to me nor would she do more than merely cooperate with Florence for business activities. It was icy. Leila had strong words with Florence in private, but it sounded like further negotiations over something or other. Anyway, to make this story shorter:
“And then what happened William?” My attorney asked me, one hand on her hip, the other on the railing of the witness box.
“I learned by a tip-off from the courier carrying the announcement that we were going to win and I raced to the hotel to tell the ladies that we were going to be partners.”
“Go on.”
“Well, I knocked on Ms. Windsom’s door, she let me in, I picked her up in the air in a bear hug and told her that I knew what the announcement was going to be, and we were it.”
“Then what?”
“She was flustered, and a little taken back by the news.”
“Why is that?”
“Well, I thought maybe she was embarrassed that Ms. Flannery’s idea was the winner. Then I thought she was concerned about my share cutting into hers, but I really didn’t think that was it, because she is basically generous and true to her word. So it seemed more like she would not look forward to eating the crow Ms. Flannery would give her to eat.”
“Go on.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to let her reaction bring me down, so I went through the adjoining door to Ms. Flannery’s room. I snuck up behind her while she was fiddling with an earring and gave her a bear hug from behind lifting her off the ground. I was still holding her while I told her the good news in her ear.”
“Was that when she said ‘No?’”
“No, she kind of melted at the news. She put her hand on the back of my head and backed us both up until I tripped over backwards onto the bed.”
“Go on.”
“Well, I was still gleeful, but growing increasingly shocked because she made no effort to get up. In fact, she kind of cozied herself into my body more.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, she kind of shifted her back onto my belly to get herself a little more comfortable.”
“Then what happened?”
“Well, then, a-hum, then she took my left arm and held it to her stomach and took my right hand and placed it on her right breast.”
“She took your hand; it wasn’t that you put it there uninvited.”
“No. She took my hand and placed it on her breast. Then she took my other hand and placed it on her left breast.”
“So William, you are a grown young man, what were you thinking at this point?”
“Well, I was thinking that these breasts are bigger than I thought they would be.”
“Order. I’ll have no more outbursts like that in here.” The judge said to quell the laughter.
“Okay William, what were you thinking about this of act of familiarity on Ms. Flannery’s part?”
“Geez, I didn’t know what to think. I like women and all, but she is old enough to be my mother. She was friendly but demanding to work for, and there was never any kind of sexual thing in the air when I was around them.”
“So, what did you think was supposed to happen then?”
“I was enjoying holding her breasts. I often fantasize about touching women’s breasts.” I testified, as my attorney crossed her arms. “But, I was confused by the situation.”
“What happened next?”
“Well, she took my hands off to the sides, pulled her top off over her head, and put my hands back on her tits.”
My attorney exchanged looks with the judge and then told me to refer to them as “breasts” from now on.
“Yes, breasts.”
“Go on.”
“They were warmer to the touch with just a silky layer over them and I could feel that she was excited because her nipples were hard and poking through.”
“What did you do then?”
“I played with them. They were a fun contrast to the softer fullness of her breasts.”
I could tell I was beginning to frustrate my attorney as she took one of her folded arms and put her forehead in her hand. “No, not with the nipples, what did you do next, in general?”
“I just laid there while she shifted around and I could see the breasts through her bra that I had had my fingers on.”
“Yesss.” My attorney hissed at my pause.
“Well, she started undoing my belt while I lay propped up on my elbows staring at her cleavage.” Everyone in the courtroom shifted a little forward as I went on. “She pulled down my pants to my ankles and cupped my crotch for a few minutes.”
“What did you do about that?”
“Nothing. It felt good, real good. She kind of pulsed …”
“I guess we don’t need that much detail. Go on, what happened next?”