I took as deep of a breath as I could before I felt the pain in my side.
“My attorney emailed and texted while I was working on a delivery schedule with my dad. He said Elise changed her plea from the single plea of not guilty by reason of insanity to the dual plea of not guilty and not guilty by reason of insanity. I asked why he thought she’d changed, and he said something new could have come to light.”
“Something new?”
“Yeah, including her perspective of the situation. Michael said she could be misconstruing events or saying that the stabbing was in self-defense.” Sweat formed on my forehead as my pulse raced. “James, I’ve never done anything to her. I never, ever hurt her. And all I keep thinking about is how a jury is going to view the control play, all of the kink play, and—”
“Andrew, calm down.”
“I can’t. I’m worried about what all of this is going to do. I’m wondering what will happen if she walks free. Will she cause problems for me at Oxygen or Three Brothers?”
“Let’s try not to speculate too much. One thing is for certain, though—she can’t do anything regarding Oxygen. She’s been banned, and that is that.”
My imagination started running away with crap I’d seen on TV.
“What if she waits for me some night in the parking lot and has a gun or something?”
“Andrew, settle down.”
“It’s all possible with her, though. She’s so unpredictable.”
“I know it’s difficult, but you have to stop all of these what-if scenarios. Let’s get through the initial trial first—”
“I don’t even know when that is yet.”
“Okay then, we’ll wait for Michael to call with the schedule, and we’ll take it one step at a time.”
“You keep saying ‘we,’ James.”
“I’m right beside you the whole way.”
5
Tabitha
Isipped on the straw of my Coke as I gazed around the main room. I’d had several options for this evening. Two men and one woman lingered, each of them throwing glances my way. All of them were perfectly nice bottoms. I’d had sessions with each of them before, and I knew how to scratch each of their itches. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to play with them, but I had an itch that I wanted to be scratched too. Andrew was the only one I was wholeheartedly interested in, though.
He could scratch my itch and then some.
Condensation from the glass dripped onto my black latex pants. I set my glass on the bar top, grabbed a cocktail napkin, and dabbed my pants. Since the material was latex, the liquid wasn’t absorbed by the fabric. Instead, it beaded on the material. I parted my legs to collect the liquid with the napkin. As I shifted in my seat, I felt how warm it was between my legs.
“Hi, mind if I sit?”
I looked up and saw Andrew standing beside me with his hands on the back of the bar stool.And, of course, he’d walk up when my legs were parted and I was dabbing the inside of my thigh with a napkin.
“Hello, Andrew. Please, have a seat,” I welcomed him and gestured to the chair.
“Are you sure? I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
I raised my eyebrow at him.
“Why would you think that?” I questioned him teasingly. He gazed at my pants and then at the napkin I’d just set on the bar top.
“I didn’t know if you were having a moment or something.”
“Like I was cleaning cum off my pants?” I said flatly. I lifted the glass of Coke so he could see the condensation dripping off. “The condensation isn’t nearly as exciting as the prospect of cum on my pants,” I said sarcastically.
“Well, you’re in the right place if you’d like cum on your pants.”
