"Hey Zai, have you seen my trenchcoat? I need it for my costume on Friday!" Said Will.
"No, Love. But why? I thought you were going to be Harry Potter, and I was going to be Hermione?" Zaya replied.
"Oh... nah. This is Tim's party, and he wants to be the brothers from Boondock Saints."
"But, where does that leave me? I wanted to do a couples thing." Zaya said, disappointed.
"Well... I don't know babe. You're sexy as hell, just go as a sexy... whatever." Said Will, as he bolted out the door with his friends.
Zaya slumped, staring at her Hermione costume. She didn't just buy the outfit, she had altered it to make the skirt shorter. She had planned some other surprises for Will, as well.
Will and Zaya were... a mismatched couple. Will was a very nice young man. At 34 years old, he was 9 years than Zaya. He was very smart, and had a VERY high paying job as a junior parter at his father's firm. A father that guaranteed money for his school, his future... and for Zaya. While she wasn't very physically attracted to Will, she was attracted to his worshipping of her, and the fact that he could pay for her school. She wanted to be a Psychiatrist since she was in high school, and didn't have the money to go a top school. Will helped with that. She could see past the early on-set balding and slight pot belly, if he could help her achieve her goals. Will, of course, was living the rich dude's dream, in terms of Zaya. She stood a slim 5'6" with thick Raven locks. Her piercing blue eyes suggested her Icelandic heritage, but her outrageous body removed all doubt. Even at her height, she only pushed 120 lbs. soaking wet. Her supple B's looked great in anything from an evening gown to a flannel shirt. Her ass was slim, but most definitely shaped well.
And she had legs that looked like they were golden bridges to heaven, which they were. On their wedding night, Will learned that Zaya wasn't fond of shaving her pussy. When he asked her to do it, she was insulted. She was willing to give her cherry to someone, and they have the audacity to ask her to shave? While he still got to fuck her that night, it would be a lie to call it intimate. She forced him to stand there, while she turned her back, removed her bra and thong, and laid down. He brought his dick to her mouth, and received what can only be described as an unenthusiastic blow job. No bobbing, barely any sucking, just enough to wet it. He lumbered between her legs and found her hairy pussy. He pushed in, and started pumping... ignoring her signs of pain. After 2 boring minutes, he blew his load in the condom, rolled over, tossed the rubber and started snoring. Zaya could only fight back tears thinking "This is my sex life? I thought it was supposed to blow my mind."
Over the next 4 years, Zaya and Will had a lackluster sex life. Many aspects had come into the struggle. Will got bumped to full partner, and was dealing with more pressure from clients, AND resentment from other junior partners that felt that daddy's boy got the big office. On-top of that, what looks he had were almost gone. He went from balding to bald, and from pudgy to just fat. He had an average, if not unimpressive 5-inch dick to start with, and the weight added gave him a frump. Zaya still looked like she did when they got married. But, now that she has graduated and had dealt with her residency so fast, she was full time. The stress from work, and the birth control had made her moods swing, but no mood included horny. On top of it all, Zaya always insisted on condoms, as she wanted to be established in her field before getting pregnant. They had the schedule of sex... a death sentence for a good sex life. They would fuck once or twice a week. Usually in missionary, but when she was feeling adventurous, she would ride him. They tried doggy a few times, but his shrinking dick made is harder. Zaya tried spicing things up. She wore lingerie, bought toys, and even let Will play with her backdoor during cowgirl sex. But nothing broke them of their boring sex life.
"Well, at least I get to go to a party on Friday! I haven't been to a Halloween party since college. And this time, I get to slut it up... even if Will ditched our costume."
Zaya Bennett had been looking forward to Friday evening, since 8 a.m. on Monday. Lately, her job had been so stressful, that the thought of going to work made her sick to her stomach. She toughed through, though. Even though it had been a rough stretch, she still felt she was doing good. As the newest and most driven of the Psychiatry team, she felt that she could actually help some of the people at North Legion Mental Health Facility. But lately, that drive has been... tested. Three months ago, Zaya was assigned prisoner duty at a neighboring penitentiary. She had to help with inmates that were too far past what prison Psych's could help with. It was a right of passage at her clinic. Every patient was sicker than the last. From Rapists to killers to woman beaters, each one made her skin crawl. She always felt like she was just there for her hazing from the other doctors at her work. She detested every patient, and saw no redeemable inmates... Until she met one.
"His name is Harrison Taylor. He was convicted of murder. He was originally slated for twenty-five to life, but after 2 years in Davenport Fed, he has shown some disturbing mental trends." Said C.O. Psych Erin Burns. She continued "When he arrived, you could tell he was tough as nails. But usually, you need YEARS in prison to establish a rep. He was the top man within days. I'd talk to him, and he almost seemed proud of his standing. Then the fights started. Every time a new batch came in, Harrison was the target for some other guy to make his mark. In 2 years, he's been in 15 fights. Of those 15, he's sent every one of them to the infirmary, except for two. They went to the morgue. He's only been hurt once. And each time, our investigation showed that he didn't initiate. If he wasn't a convict, he'd be a victim."
"Erin, I noticed you called him by his first name. That's not just irregular by your standards, but breaks the prison protocol. Why?" Inquired Zaya.
"Truth be told. I don't think he did it. Harrison was represented by the worst lawyer in the state, and went up against an Assistant D.A. that is campaigning for a judgeship. They didn't prove Harrison did it, they proved he was in the same city, and the bumbling idiot representing him got him to plea to save the death sentence."
"So... what's his issue? He seems like he can take care of himself, and you obviously are in his corner. Why did you request outside help?"
"Zaya, I hate to say I can't do something... but he's past my help. He hates it here, he hates fighting, and what makes it worse is his cling to innocence. I'm honestly hoping you can work with him for a couple sessions, see some light in him, and request he be moved to your secure wing." Said Erin.
"Oh, Erin. That's a tall order. But I'll talk to him, and see what's what."
As Erin walked to the prison mental health office, she had to admit... she was interested in the case. She had yet to meet one inmate that seemed either remorseful, or actually innocent.
She walked in looking at the report, and clearly stated, "Hello Mr. Taylor, I am Dr. Bennett. I am here to talk to you about your recent struggles wi—" She stopped mid-sentence, as a truly Herculean man stood to greet her. She read the report of a 6'6" 260 lbs. But didn't figure any extra weight would go anywhere, but where her husband's weight lives. This report had to be old, Harrison Taylor looked like he hadn't eaten a piece of junk food in his life. His forearms were the size of her thigh's and his biceps didn't allow his t-shirt sleeves to cover them. He was wearing a shirt, but the build was obvious. He was built everywhere. Zaya took a second, reminded herself that she was not just a professional, but a happily married woman. She continued " -- your struggles with day to day prison life. Can you please tell me about yourself?"
"Yes, ma'am. My name is Harrison Taylor. I'm in here for the foreseeable future, and I've done nothing wrong. Every day, I wake up, and prepare for war. Even though I've told everyone that I'd prefer to just read in the courtyard, I have a target on my back. Everyone, in every clique wants to fight the big black guy. Now, I can take care of myself... for now. But with every fight, it gets harder. I know that one day... maybe not too far from now, I'll no longer be that guy. But at what cost? Will I die in this horrible place? A place that I haven't earned?"
Zaya was pretty stunned. Based on appearance, and sadly, stereotypes, Zaya thought she was going to get a thug talking with scandalous language that she wouldn't understand. Harrison was well-spoken, articulate, and most important... sincere. She knew she was interested. She refused to admit it was because of Harrison, but that night, and for the next three nights, Will made out like a bandit. Blow jobs, sex, teasing, the whole bit. What he didn't know is that while he was getting it once a day, Zaya was masterbating consistently.
After a month of meetings, Zaya cashed in her biggest I.O.U chip with the judge. She had agreed to work with his nephew, in order to get him out of serving time for a 4
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DUI. Harrison spent all of October in her care at North Legion. Over that time, she had built a relationship with Harrison that showed her that he wasn't crazy, and she believed the same as Erin... he didn't do it. After dozens of sessions with him, she felt he had some causes for appeal. But, knowing little of the law, she asked Will to take a look.
"You want me to take a pro-bono case on some con you are working with? Are you out of your mind? I'm still new to being the big dog. If I bring in cases that DON'T bring money, they'll laugh me out of the partner chair." Said Will.
"Honey, don't you want justice? Isn't that why you got into law? Harrison didn't do it. And if you help him, it would mean a lot to me."
"Zaya... no. Just, no. Harrison isn't the... image that the firm is looking to rep."
"Why? Because he's black? That's pretty fucked up, Will. Even for you." Yelled Zaya.
"Jesus, here we go again. Little Zaya calling me a racist. Zaya, I'm a realist. Maybe you don't see crime stats like I do. But these... coons kill, rape, and steal anything and everyone they encounter... at least more than whites!" Retorted Will.
"... William Bennett, mark my words, if you EVER use that language around our future children, you'll never see them again. And you keep those ugly thoughts away from me." Replied Zaya.
