Chapter 1

My name is Thomas Fears, the lead attorney for Fears and Associates, a small, but rapidly growing law firm in Dallas Texas. We handle mostly civil cases – you know someone wanting a divorce, custody cases, accidents where no one was killed, that sort of thing. But every so often we get something of a more serious – and more profitable – nature. Such was the case one sunny April day when Rebecca Wallace came to see me.

I was in my office dealing with the mountains of paperwork my occupation unfortunately generates when I heard a soft, almost timid knock on my door. Since I knew that I was alone in the office at that hour of the day (my colleagues are usually in court or doing some other out of the office work in the afternoons), it surprised me that anyone would be knocking on my door at all, much less such a reserved, and cautious one.

I rose from my desk and went to see who was at the door and when I opened it, I was pleasantly surprised to see an attractive woman in her mid-30’s wearing a red dress standing at my door. She was shorter than me, about five foot six inches I would guess, with black hair and very pretty green eyes. My pulse sped up as I saw her and my cock stirred as I looked over my surprise visitor.

“Hello, can I help you?” I asked hopefully.

“Yes, I need to speak to a lawyer. I’m sorry but there was no one in the front office...” she said looking over her shoulder and pointing at the receptionist desk. Kim our office receptionist wasn’t at her desk.

“That okay, Kim must be away from her desk at the moment. Please come in,” I said stepping aside and holding the door for her. I shut the door after her, “Please have a seat miss...?”

“Wallace, Rebecca Wallace,” she said.

“Well Ms. Wallace, my name is Thomas Fears and I am one of the attorneys, here. Suppose you tell me the nature of your problem and how you wish me to help you,” I said.

“Mr. Fears, I need the counsel of a very good lawyer. I am being sued for divorce by my husband Mark and he is threatening to ruin me in the divorce if I don’t give him what he wants from it.

“You see I am a wealthy woman. Not Rockefeller wealthy, but I don’t lack for money. I got a very large inheritance from my father before he passed away a few years back. But because he passed away well after Mark and I got married, there was no prenupt. There was no need for one because neither of us had a reason to make one. And now Mark wants ‘his fair share’ as he calls it and if I don’t give it to him he will take everything from me ... including custody of our six year old daughter Emmy.

“I see. And why is your husband going after you for a divorce?” I asked her.

“Well about three months ago, Mark found out I had been cheating on him. Actually I had been seeing this other guy for about three months prior to when Mark found out. He was furious and I thought we were headed for divorce right then. We have been talking it out and I have been trying to work things out between us.

“But you see, Mr. Fears, he hasn’t paid me any attention for about three years now. I mean nothing, we haven’t even so much as kissed in at least two years. We just pass each other in the hallway on our way to do our own things and rarely even speak except to yell at one another – him usually doing the yelling unless I am defending myself.

“He’s never hit me, but words hurt too. Words like stupid, dumbass, useless. They hurt, and when you don’t get any kind of affection to counter them, they hurt worse.” she said.

“Yes they can. I see how words – and the lack of words – ruins marriages all the time,” I said. “So you are saying that because he didn’t show you any kind of affection or attention, you had to find it someplace else?”

“Yes, that’s right. Mr. Fears, I am a woman and I have needs, too. He wasn’t being much of a husband and I certainly didn’t feel like we were in any way married – I mean we didn’t even make civil roommates!” she said.

Well she didn’t need to tell me she was a woman – that much was glaringly obvious! The red dress she wore was tantalizingly short hemmed, barely long enough to cover her. Most obvious from my current viewpoint behind my desk, however, was the deep V of the dresses neckline and her magnificent breasts that were jutting out from under it! This woman was advertising and what she was selling I was interested in! This was one of those dresses women wear when they are honey-hunting and she was most definitely on the prowl!

“Mr. Fears, it is of the highest importance that I win this case. I cannot emphasize this enough. I am willing to do whatever it takes to win and use whatever means necessary. I HAVE to win this Mr. Fears or else I will lose everything – my house, my father’s money and most importantly, my daughter.

“I need a shark, Mr. Fears, the top predator. I have been to other lawyers on this matter and every one of them tells me to come here to this office – that the people here are pit bulls in the courtroom. Well I have need of a pit bull ... and I have a thick juicy prime rib of a bonus for the one who can win my case!” she said.

“Well Ms. Wallace, I can understand your urgency to win your case and I am glad you came to us to do it. I appreciate my fellow lawyers recommendations that you come here as well – it’s nice to know my reputation as a lawyer is such that they referred you to me,” I said.

“So you can help me?” she asked, point blank.

“Yes, I believe I can help you, Ms. Wallace,” I said.

“Please, call me Rebecca or Becky if you like,” she said.

“And you can call me Thomas or Tom, if you like,” I said. Rebecca smiled at me then and I could see her countenance change as she relaxed a little.

“Now because of the nature of the accusations against you, I will need you to tell me all about your ‘indiscretions’ so that I won’t be caught off guard when I am in front of the judge. One thing we lawyers hate is surprises!” I told her.

“I understand. But before I start, all of this will be kept between us, right? That whole attorney/client confidentiality thing correct?” she asked.

“Rebecca, I can’t promise that none of this won’t come to light. I mean I don’t know how much you husband knows or can find out. All I can promise is that I won’t divulge any of what we are about to say. Wherever he learns about it, it won’t be from me,” he said.

“That’s fair enough. Okay, I met David at a local bar around the first part of September last year. It had been a long week at work and I was in no hurry to go home ... I mean what was there to go home to? Mark and I weren’t communicating – hell we could barely stand the sight of each other, so it wasn’t like I was missing my husband.

“Anyway, I went to this bar to get a drink and summon up the courage to go home when in walks this good looking guy and sits down at the bar across from me. The bar counter in this place is a U shape and we were sitting across each other at it.

“We exchanged a few glances and a smile – it was nice to have someone actually smiling at you for a change. Then he suddenly gets up and comes over to ask me if anyone was sitting next to me. I told him no, that I was alone, and he asked to sit down.

“We started talking. I hadn’t had a pleasant non-work related conversation in awhile. We chatted and drank our drinks. Then I went home in a better mood than I was when I went in the bar.

“We met three or four more times at that bar and each time we had wonderful conversations. Then one day as we chatted, there was something between us – we both felt it – and before I realized what was happening, we were sitting in a corner booth making out like a couple high school kids!

“Well I was afraid of us getting caught so I tried to slow things down. Believe me, Tom, I didn’t want to! This was the first time in years that anyone found be desirable and I was relishing it.

“Then he suggested we go someplace where we could be alone. So we took a drive in his car and ended up parking in a quiet, out of the way part of Robert E. Lee Park. We got back to our necking which inevitably led to me with my head in his lap.

“I love using my mouth to make a man feel good and I had not had that privilege with Mark lately. So I was completely enjoying myself. But when I had made him finish, he felt bad he couldn’t do the same for me. And I really wanted him to – I was so horny by that time and in need of some kind of comfort that when he suggested we go back to his place, I didn’t need to be asked the first time much less twice!

“It was incredible ... the things he did to me and the way he made me feel wanted and cared for ... and, yes, even loved I think. Anyway, I couldn’t stand to go back to my shell of a life.

“So we started seeing each other regularly, snatching moment were we could. I would meet him and we’d have lunch together, or I would have to run to the store for something – anything we could think of to spend a few precious minutes together.