Marquesa worked her hands down his back, squeezing the muscles, kneading away the tension. He lay on the massage table, a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. She sighed as her fingers dug in. She hoped he would tell her that she could stop soon. Her hands were sore. Until then she would keep going. She had to. He owned her. Read more…
Entries by Alan R
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- Alan R
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- May 23rd, 2014
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“Can you help me?”
It was a question Marquesa was very accustomed to. As an attorney, she handled only a single field: divorce. She had elected to narrow her practice further still, taking only female clients. Even then, she only agreed to represent a small fraction of those who came to her desperately seeking her assistance. It wasn’t the woman’s particular reasons for divorce that concerned her especially. It was neither here nor there whether her husband was an inconsiderate oaf or a serial philanderer. She was unconcerned about who was in the right and who was not. Ultimately, only one thing really mattered… Was he rich? Read more…
