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leave things?” she asks when she’s finished.
    “If you must know,” I giggle, “I snuck out while he was still sleeping!”
    “That is cold!” She's laughing out loud now too. “Well, you know you gotta hold out for a lawyer anyhow. They're the only ones that can understand us.”
    “That's your thing,” I tell her. “I'm happy as long as he has a decent job. But this is not like that. This is my little treat just for me before I start my new high-pressure job at the firm.”
    “You'll figure it out in time,” she admonishes me. “Mark my words, a good lawyer boyfriend, then husband, is what you need.”
    “Ugh, I am around lawyers all day, I don't need one in my bed too!” It’s true. Who needs to take all that work home with you?
    “Neither do you need one of those drifters like you had last night.”
    “Well that may be true, but I should mention he is the absolute furthest thing from a drifter. His place was the nicest apartment I've ever been in.” I want to go into detail, but she interrupts me.
    “No way! That tattooed dude is rich?” Sandra's voice goes up a full octave. “He’s got money?”
    “Super rich,” I answer. “Tons, I’d say.”
    “Well, maybe I spoke too soon,” she says thoughtfully. “Maybe you need him as your sugar daddy. Maybe you should have exchanged names and numbers so that you could fuck him on a regular basis! Maybe you missed out, girl! He might be just what you're missing in your life!” Then she changes the subject. “What do you have on today? It's your first day, right?”
    “Yep, my first day. Nothing too demanding, just meeting the new client. He's some football jock apparently. His girlfriend is claiming domestic abuse,” I say. “Should be pretty cut and dried. He's probably guilty though. I guess we’ll see.”
    “Hey, now, aren't you supposed to be impartial?”
    “I guess not, as we're representing him,” I say. “I’m supposed to be on his side, I suppose. Get the guy off, charges dropped, plea bargain, or the shortest sentence we can, guilty or no. Still, I doubt that a football jock wasn’t kicking around his chick on the side. But yeah, don't worry, I won't let my personal biases get in the way. Nor my hangover.”
    “You're so pro,” she teases me. “Odell Williams. Partner!”
    “Yeah right.” I smile again. “But hey! How was your night, did you leave with the guy you were talking to? Did anything happen?”
    “Nah, he gave me his number but I don't think I'll follow up—I'm—”
    “Holding out for a lawyer,” we both finish together. “All right girl,” I continue. “Typical Sandra. Oh no, I’m going to be late! I’m gotta finish getting ready for work. I have to look my best! I'll talk to you later, all right sweetie?”
    “Good luck!” she calls out. She makes some kissy sounds before hanging up. “You're gonna do great! I know you will!”
    “Thanks, babe!” I say. “Barring anything weird happening!” I add, but she's already gone.
    I catch my reflection in the mirror and there's still a bit of the sex flush going on. My lips are looking a bit more full and luscious this morning and I can see his stubble left a little redness on my chin, but it’s nothing a bit more makeup can't hide.
    There's also a flutter in my tummy that I'm going to have to admit comes from the thought of that hot stranger’s hands all over me. Well, that and the few drinks I had last night coming back to bite me.
    But that's it, from now on, everything is serious. No more playing around, picking up guys at bars. All work all the time. “You've had your fun,” I say sternly to myself before applying one more coat of lipstick to my bee-stung lips.

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    Gryphon
    T o think I'm waiting on this goddamned lawyer. I hate lawyers. If only I didn't have to go through this shit. It’s just infuriating. I never did anything to Sabrina, she's just a gold-digging whore. I can feel my fingers curling into fists just thinking about it. I'd like