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  Sherine startled. She’d still been in deep conversation with herself, trying to calm herself down. She turned and looked at the guy and sized him up with a professional eye. He was six foot or better, had large shoulders and good teeth … and a bulge in his tight jeans that made it hard for her to keep her eyes where they belonged. Sherine stared, almost mesmerized for a second. The same biker called again, “hey bitch, what the fuck do you want?”

  She focused back up on his face and smiled prettily for him, “ … to see if I can have some fun.”

  That brought him back on his heels a second but he rallied immediately. He nodded up and down slowly, “Well alrighty then, let’s do it.”

  As Sherine broke the balls, her new challenger asked her, “How about we put some money on this one? Like say a couple hundred bucks? I heard you were a bad ass.”

  Sherine was a bit taken back and getting more nervous by the moment about this and wasn’t so sure of herself now. She looked him over once again and then heard herself saying, “ok big boy, show me what you got,” as she swolled slowly trying to gain her composure. She didn’t have anywhere near two hundred dollars on her or anywhere else but again, where would we be without our old friend rationalization. “Besides,” she thought, “I came to make money, not lose it!”

  A few seconds later the cue ball slammed into the rack and balls careened all over the table. One dropped into the pocket nearest her and she announced that she had solids. She gave ‘Six-foot’ a satisfied look and said, “five ball in the side pocket amigo,” and pointed with her cue stick. Thinking that she would have to lean way over the table and that this would distract him she did just that.

  As she leaned over the table as far as she could, she checked her audience out of the corner of her eye. She was just thinking she had them where she wanted when Mr. Six-foot-Dick-Wad reached over and grabbed her. He pinned her down on the table, with her feet just off the ground.

  She kicked and cursed, and almost got away but he leaned his weight into her and was just too strong. Keeping one hand crammed her into the back of her neck, he forced her face into the harsh felt material of the table top. She was helpless. He pulled her skirt over her back and continued to hold her neck. Tears of anger welled up in her eyes and she tried again to flail her arms and clawed at the iron wrist of ‘Six-foot’.

  She tried to swivel her head around looking for help when she saw Jimmy, the guy she had taken the last time she was here, coming out of the corner. Her eyes grew wild with fright as she recognized who it was. Seeing that he was lowering his pants, she bucked and screamed furiously.

  He duck-walked the last couple steps, holding his pants up around his knees with one hand and used the free one to reach for her panties. He tore them off her and tried to mount her from behind as she fought, but she was a little too high for him. Her reddened face was stretched and her teeth were bared. She was practically snarling as spittle and swear words were flying everywhere. “I’ll kill you!” She screamed and cried out with extreme terror!

  Jimmy yelled, “Shut up bitch,” and slammed her on the side of her head. “You think you will hustle me? Well, hustle this.” At that moment Sherine managed to swivel her left hip up and resting higher up on the table. This change in leverage allowed her elbow to come up and she smashed ‘six-foot’ in his nose. The pain was like a stab of lightening and he quickly let go. She continued rolling to her right, her legs buckling but she grabbed her cue in both hands. Jimmy tried to reach for her but she stepped back and brought it down hard on his outstretched arms. Jimmy howled but only for a second because her second swing landed upside his temple and he went down like he’d never had legs.

  Sherine immediately turned and brandished the cue at ‘Six-foot’, giving it her best Pete Rose swinging for extra bases. The pool cue landed a sickening slap across ‘Six-foot’s’ left eye and the bridge of his already broken nose.

  Head wounds bleed and his was no different. So leaving one guy holding his nose and another cradling his head she sprinted for the door, pool cue in hand. Once outside she started running toward home as she bitterly fought angry tears. She had been taken totally by surprise, but she vowed never again. And, she vowed to stay away from every man forever. Her shaking legs, her heart pounding and her head swimming with doubt, questions and answers she found herself running and crying, almost tripping at times.

  She ran half way to her apartment and then began to walk. Her sad side began to show and she found herself smiling devilishly as she slowed to a very slow walk; looking behind her to be sure no one was following. She discovered that she loved the adrenalin rush she had just experienced and was thinking how much fun she could have when she really killed the next man that got close to her. “I will kill them all. I am better than them; I am free and I can take care of myself. Anyone that tries to mess with me will die.” She bit her left arm as she stopped for a rest. Sitting on the curb with her mind in the heavens the thoughts gushed from her and not once did she think how lucky she had been.

  She limped back to her apartment as she had lost a shoe and now the shaking began. Now the reality set in that she could have been raped and maybe even gotten killed in that bar. She grabbed her bottle of vodka sitting on the counter.

  Very early in the morning she woke on her couch with an empty glass in her hand. She stumbled into the bedroom and passed out on the bed. When she woke a little later, her only thoughts were about what lay ahead. She didn’t give what happened last night another thought.

  As she brushed her teeth and began putting on some makeup, her only thought was about her new job and her meeting with the handsome Mr. Gerrard. And today was Monday, as good a day to start a new life as any.

  20

  “I know his office is on the seventh floor; I know, believe me, you told me about ten times,” she smiled to the store manager. He had been telling her to smile and expect to go to lunch with the client.

  “I will, I will,” Sherine told her boss as she left the store. She caught the swinging door with a hip as she struggled with the two garment bags. “I think he thinks I am an idiot, like I don’t know why they want me to deliver the suit. Just come out and say it! OK? Keep the client happy, whatever you have to do. Trust me boss; I know what to do!”

  A half hour later Sherine arrived at the building and parked her car. She shut off the motor and sat there in the hot Florida sun a moment as the old Mustang continued to run even after she had pulled out the key. “What a piece of garbage that car is,” she mumbled to herself. “I´ll have a Mercedes soon!” She chanted to herself as she walked up to the high rise entrance. “I’ve got the power, I’ve got the power, just relax, take deep breaths and smile.” It was becoming her mantra. She stopped a minute to make some adjustments and looked herself in the mirrored glass of the building’s exterior. She turned around and looked back over her shoulder to check her ass. “Huh, no panty lines, wonder why,” she giggled to herself.

  She entered the cool sleek lobby and there were three elevator doors open. She stepped into the middle one and said “Seventh floor, please.” The old lady in the elevator pushed the button and asked, “Are you going to see Attorney Joe Gerrard?”

  “Well, yes I am, I have a package for him.”

  “Please tell him Marie said ‘hi’. He´ll know me,” she winked. “He is so hot. Don’t you agree? Why honey, if I was your age I would jump his bones.” The old lady chuckled and continued, “Did I embarrass you honey?”

  Sherine grinned and winked back, “Nope! I was thinking the same thing.”

  The old lady checked her reflection in the stainless steel doors and smiled. She wiped a bit of lip stick off her front tooth and added. “And you know, he’s actually such a nice person … and he’s a great attorney too. You know, he represents only the most famous and influential of Central Florida.” She sounded like a proud aunt.

  Sherine looked back at her evenly, “Well that is interesting to know. Thanks!”

  “You’ll like him
. He makes everyone feel so comfortable. I hear that juries just melt when he talks. Here´s the seventh floor sweetie; good luck! No panty lines, smart”

  “Thanks!” The elevator opened directly into a sumptuous Law Office. “Wow,” she stopped and gazed around, “Jackpot! Shazam, baby! This will work!”

  As the door closed behind her Sherine heard the receptionist ask if she could help. “Why yes please.” She held up the two garment bags. “I have a delivery for Attorney Gerrard.”

  “Oh, yes, he’s been expecting you; one moment. Please be seated. I´ll notify him that his package is here.”

  “Thank you,” Sherine said as she was thinking that his package is without panties. Looking around, she noticed many photos on the walls, “Tell me; are those lovely children in the photos Attorney Gerrard’s?”

  “Oh no they are Attorney Schwartz´s, Attorney Gerrard has no children or wife.”

  “Oh, thank you … again I guess,” she said with a little embarrassed grin. “Very good” she thought, “Perfect so far and getting better by the moment!” She sat down in a comfortable arm chair and draped the suits one over the other and hummed again, “I’ve got the power.”

  After a couple minutes, Attorney Gerrard appeared in the hall somewhat breathless. He invited Sherine into his office.

  “Just as I expected,” Sherine thought, “photos of important people ranging from city council, state representatives and big corporate CEO´s. Not just a few, the walls are covered! And as if that’s not enough, one wall is nothing but copies of settlement checks, many in six figures! Very nice!” Sherine was almost trembling. “Very-very nice!”

  “Hello again Sherine. If you remember we met briefly the other day in your shop,” said Joe as his big warm hands held hers.

  “Of course I remember.” She looked up into his eyes and felt her pulse rate raise a couple ticks.

  “I’ve been expecting you, please, let me have those, and please make yourself comfortable. May I offer you anything?”

  She handed him his suit bags and said, “Oh no thank you Attorney Gerrard, I’m fine.” She sat down in the high-back leather chair and slowly crossed her legs.

  “Oh please, it’s Joe! Please call me Joe.” He lowered himself to sit on the edge of his massive desk.

  “Ok then, Joe. Thank you Joe.” she said. She gave him her favorite smile.

  “So, these are my suits, huh?” He paused for a moment as Sherine stood and walked over to look at more plaques, letters and awards on the walls. She noticed him giving her a full body scan so she casually turned three hundred sixty degrees so he could get the full picture. She stood on her tiptoes and stared at one above eye level and his eyes stayed on her flexed calf muscles.

  She turned back around to face him, letting him know she had caught him staring. “Yes sir, er ‘Joe’.” They stood there a moment looking at each other. Finally she asked, “Would you like me to open it?”

  It took him a second before he realized she was talking about the suit bags. “Oh, yes, but before you do, why don’t you take off your jacket and put it over there on the chair. You might be more comfortable, and please allow me to help you with this package …”

  “But of course,” she responded. She removed her jacket revealing her sleeveless arms. She gently and carefully opened the zipper and pulled out one of the suits and removed the coat from the hanger. She held it so he could slip his arms in. He slipped it on and shrugged it into place. He buttoned one button and turned for her approval. She gently smoothed the front lapels and said, “Oh my, there now, it´s a perfect fit. Not too tight in the chest, just right.” As she pulled lightly on the coat, she unbuttoned the top button to see how it would hang on his lanky frame. “Now then, that’s better. Now for the pants, … if you would like to be sure they fit perfectly.”

  “Yes, of course,” Joe replied. “I´ll just step into the bathroom for a moment and …” he turned and left for a few minutes.

  When he returned in the new pants, he did a mocking male-model turn, and leaned a pose on the door frame. They both laughed and he asked, “How do I look?”

  Sherine turned him by his belt loops and lifted the tail of his coat. She ran her fingers inside the waste-line as she admired his behind. She slowly massaged the fabric down the side of each leg, letting her hands linger just a second or two longer than is necessary.

  “Nice,” she almost whispered, “very-very nice!” Joe got a little jittery and accidently knocked a pen onto the floor. He was stunned for a second and felt awkward. He has always been the one that controlled the moment. This was the first time that he didn’t feel in control. When she touched his hand to check the sleeves, the shock caused him to take a step back. The intrigue actually scared him.

  He had an impulse to have sex with this girl no matter what the cost. “This is crazy,” he told himself as she continued smoothing out the material. He could smell her soft perfume and he literally wanted to throw her over his desk and take her at that moment. “Christ! I need to take control of myself now! I can’t do this here!”

  As she saw him floundering, she smiled again, She bent over and picked up the pen that he’d knocked off the table. Slowly and as sexily as possible, it’s all show. The “V” her long shapely legs made when they met the lower part of her ass made him harder and he moaned softly. Sherine was thinking of last night in the pool hall with the biker pigs. Same killer move; but definitely a different stage. And this time the stakes were a lot higher.

  The move seemed like a year to Joe. As he watched her bend and the skirt rise as she leaned over, he had a million thoughts in one split second. “I want her-I need her-I would die to get her-I’ll-I’ll do whatever it takes!”

  “Thank you Sherine,” he managed to say with a mind of full-blown mystification. “I believe I heard I might have the pleasure of going to lunch with you.”

  Sherine said, “The pleasure would be mine, Joe. That is if you have the time. I’d like that very much!”

  “I have the time,” he blurted and then in an embarrassed tone. “I mean, I scheduled a long lunch hour and I would love to have a nice lunch with you. Is the Cocoa Beach Pier on the water OK? It´s close; only fifteen minutes and we can walk on the pier after for a few minutes.”

  “That sounds perfectly lovely Joe. I hope I dressed appropriately.” she said.

  Joe looked at her legs, butt, breasts and eyes in a split second for the fiftieth time. He could feel his hard penis stretching his new pants. “You look great Sherine, perfect. I mean you’re perfect for me. I mean you are dressed just fine.” ... “Whew,” he was thinking, “I feel as if I’ve never talked before; he shook his head, “and to think that I make my living lecturing at people.”

  At lunch they had the usual small talk. He asked about her family. Sherine told him she had a great childhood; one sister and a great mother and that her father found God and decided to spend all of his time with the church.

  She never mentioned the devil. She told him that she had just moved to the Cocoa Beach area so she could enjoy the beach and maybe do some designing.

  “I just love it here,” she told him. “Most of my friends live around here and it is perfect for me to continue my studies as a designer.”

  Joe ate up every word. “You are such a talented woman,” he told her. “You ran your family business, designed clothes and have ambitions.”

  “What would you like to order?” Joe asked when the waitress appeared.

  Blushing somewhat, she smiled and told him that she thought that he had beautiful eyes. She looked up at the waitress and asked her. “What do you think? Beautiful eyes, huh?”

  The waitress laughed and nodded her head emphatically “And more!” she said. They both laughed again, kindred spirits. Joe squirmed, his ego boosted more than a little.

  “I think I will have the sashimi tuna salad with a side of your ginger-lime vinaigrette. Please make sure you put the dressing on the side for me.”

  “That sounds perfect,�
� Joe said, “I'll have the same thing but you can toss mine with the dressing. And to drink, Sherine?” Her name was still tasty on his lips.

  “Water for me Joe,” Sherine smiled demurely, “I never drink in the afternoons and very little in the evenings.”

  “I´ll have a beer to celebrate my new friend. Please bring me a pint of the Anchor Steam,” Joe grinned.

  “Well, OK then,” Sherine said laughing. I guess it is a good thing to celebrate! I’ll have a beer too since you are.” Joe gave a gratified look at the waitress and a minute later she sat two frosty-cold beers in front of them. Sherine straightened his coaster under his beer for him and then lifted her glass to toast, “Here’s to the future.” She smiled and bated her killer eyes again.

  “Here’s to our future,” said Joe, and they clinked glasses and stared into each other’s eyes.

  Their lunch ran over by a good half hour. After the bill was finally paid, and the waitress sent off with an outrageous tip, Sherine looked down at the floor and mumbled something to herself. Joe heard her and asked what she was talking about.

  “Oh nothing, I was just thinking what a lovely afternoon I had and I thought I should tell you, but, I don't want to sound, well, I didn't want to give you the wrong impression.”