Chapter 3
Cindy's journey ends, new life begins
I arrived at work at 8 AM, an hour before Patty and her law partners. Monday morning is especially busy. Saturday's mail and any packages left in the drop bin needed sorting for delivery as the lawyer's secretaries arrived at 8:45.
Attorneys at law, Clark, Jones, Hurst and Johnson is large, well known and profitable, occupying five floors of large office building in Long Beach a well known area of Los Angeles,, California. Richard Clark and Robert Jones' fathers founded the firm 50 years ago. Their portraits hang in the lobby. The firm is highly regarded and lists among its clients influential politicians and business leaders. It is staunchly progressive politically and environmentally supporting such organizations as the Sierra Cub.
Patty is the only female partner. Her impressive record in law school, her brilliant mind and calm demeanor under court room pressure moved her quickly from associate to partner. She earns a $250.000, of which $50.000 goes to securing a 25% share of the firm.
It is an all purpose firm, handling civil, corporate and criminal cases. In criminal and civil matters, the firm works closely with a well-respected team of investigators, all former cops and FBI agents.
Patty's niche is family law, from divorcés to spousal abuse. She represents mostly women victims in abuse cases. It can be risky business in a world of violence. She carries and knows how to use a 38-caliber revolver. So far, she has had no need to defend herself, shooting only at a range once a month. She is an expert marksman.
The serious nature of Patty's work perfectly suits her warm, caring personality. She has a fast mind with an incredible memory. In court she cites case law from memory, often baffling and bewildering her adversaries.
Her clients, mostly frightened, abused women find her easy to open up their lives of abuse, both physical and psychological. She hides a burning anger when children are involved. She is currently involved in seven cases winding their way thru the courts.
I delivered Patty's mail abut 9:15. As usual, she was on the phone. She started to wave, looked at me closely and ended her call, 'I have it go. Call you later."
"Cindy! You are positively glowing! You found a new lover, right?" She asked,
I could not come right out and tell her about my marathon sex with my mother and her lover. Nevertheless, I had to be honest with my best friend, smiled and nodded yes.
"Tell me all about it. Oh, gosh I do not have time now. Let's do lunch. Better yet, I will get a sitter and take you out tonight. It will give us more time. I can't wait to hear all about it. I am so happy you have come out of your shell."
She kissed my cheek, "Pick you up at you mom's at 7. You still live there, right?"
Blushing, I answered: "Yes, still there, for now."
"For now? That does sound exciting."
I was a little relieved to be on my way. I have always found Patty attractive. Today I thought of her in a new light and found her interest in my love life sexually exciting, a fact not lost in my dampening pussy.
It is not enough praise to call Patty beautiful. She is beyond beautiful. She is a goddess. She is comparable to a young Sophia Loren or Elizabeth Taylor. Her shoulder length jet-black hair is impeccably groomed. Her piercing blue eyes can be harsh, turning uncooperative witnesses or defendants to jelly. Her kind, caring eyes ease the mood when dealing with abused women and children.
Patty is 5-9 and weighs 120 lbs. In court, she turns Amazonian wearing 4" high heels. The courtroom is her domain and she rules it only slightly less than the judge.
She wears form-fitting pants suits to work and short dresses in court. In any case, her perfect 37-inch breasts, 23-inch waist and 36-inch hips draw admiring and leering looks.
She lives and works for her children and dates men only on firm involved social occasions in the unstressed company of a closeted gay investigator. They have an understanding and get along well.
THE COURTSHIP BEGINS
I felt nervous as a school girl preparing for my date with Patty. Clair and mom helped me choose what to wear.
"You want to look sexy not like a slut" Mom advised. I ended up in a form fitting white blouse that revealed just a hint of my cleavage. I added a black skirt that fell just above my knees and clear pantyhose, modest high heels, and a pearl necklace Mark gave me on our first anniversary. I put the essentials in a white clutch purse and waited for Patty to arrive.
She arrived right on time looking like a model from a fashion magazine. She wore a sexy black evening dress with a deep plunging neck line. It fell from her shoulders, barely covering her boobs, and crossed behind her back. A diamond studded golden open heart necklace hung from her neck. She gave me a greeting hug and warmly greeted my mother and Clair with pecks on the cheeks.
Mom told us we made a lovely pair "I hope you two have a wonderful time."
We piled in to Parry's Mercedes convertible and drove away.
"Your dress compliments your beauty," she remarked.
"I love your dress, too" I told her. Your necklace is stunning.
"I like the advertising claiming love finds its way in an open heart." she reminded me.
"You have definitely attracted my heart." I softly told her.
She smiled kindly. "Just promise not to break my heart and run off with another bad man."
"Not likely. One is more than enough for me.." I promised. "You must attract all the studs and horny women as well. You are absolutely mouthwatering."
I was surprised when she replied, "From the look on you face I do not think your mouth is the only part of your body watering."
It was a joke, but right on. I was positively dripping, glad I had a spare panty in my purse.
"We have a little way to go. Do you want to tell me about your new lover now or at dinner? I have arranged a private booth so we can wait if you desire." she said kindly.
"All I can tell you now is that there are more then one. The rest I want to tell you face to face." I replied.
