It had been an unusually long day in Court, and for just that reason, the deputy had opened most of the windows. That allowed some breeze to pass through the stuffy room, with its tall oak-lined walls and majestic carved ceiling. But the sticky summer air still hung in the room, so much so that the judge had actually ordered counsel to remove their jackets and loosen their ties.
But she respectfully refused. She never wanted special treatment of any kind. And notwithstanding the heat and humidity, her hair was still perfect–done up in a tight bun on the back of her head. He found himself getting lost in her eyes as she addressed the jury. He would occasionally be stirred from his trance by a colleague jabbing him in the ribs to rise to make an objection when she crossed the line...
Which was rare, mind you. She was good but she seldom overreached. She was strong but fair. You could almost read that in her deep brown eyes. Even when he closed his eyes, he could see her. He always pictured her the way he saw her in the courtroom–knee length skirt hinting at the beauty of her long shapely legs–modestly hugging the swell of her ass. A silk blouse with one-too-many buttons done at the top–this drove him mad–when she turned just so it made him flush...especially when she caught him stealing a gaze at her milky white bosom.
His dreamy state broke when the judge advised that the jury would now depart to begin its deliberations...He rose as the judge excused the jury. As her glance moved toward him his eyes grabbed the floor. He sat down as most of the spectators shuffled out of the room. She followed shortly thereafter. After a few minutes, he decided he could use a sip of water.
