Divorce Lawyer Pt 13

"You sure are in a good mood," Penny said as they took off the next morning for New Orleans.

"And why shouldn't I be?" Grant asked.

"Let me guess," Penny laughed. "Mom finally got you to fuck her and Sarah together."

"She can be very devious," Grant said with a sigh, then a shake of his head. "Sarah hasn't been the same since you took her to Nassau."

"I felt a huge weight lift off of her when we were there," Penny said. "By the time we left, she was a completely different person. She's...resilient, I'd say. She'll be okay, come what may."

"What she is, is insatiably horny," Grant said.

"So, a lot like Mom and me," Penny said with a laugh. "You're such a martyr, always sacrificing your body for the cause. And tonight, I'm the cause. Life is good."

"Amen," Grant said, putting his head back and closing his eyes, a smile on his face.

They arrived at the Law Offices of Claude Thibeault and were shown into a comfortable conference room where Dwayne was already seated and got their first good look at Gladys Hill, a small woman only 5'2" with grey hair, green eyes, and large breasts. She was wearing a yellow blouse with a dark, pleated plaid skirt. Introductions complete, they took their seats.

"I hope that your client is going to be reasonable about this," Mr. Thibeault said.

"I find my client to be an eminently reasonable man," Grant said, smiling. "The only time I've felt that he was being unreasonable was when he insisted on only asking for $500 million as a settlement. I feel it should be orders of magnitude greater. Your client has cast aspersions on my client's character that she herself was responsible for creating, for lack of a better word. What damage has she suffered to warrant claiming an irretrievably broken marriage?"

"Your client coerced his wife into a deviant sexual way of life," Mr. Thibeault replied, "in which he has expressed a preference for sexual interactions with other men. What more do you need to have an irretrievably broken marriage?" he asked.

"Shame on you, Gladys," Dwayne said, shaking his head sadly, color suffusing her cheeks.

"That's what your client states?" Grant asked, not hiding the incredulity in his voice. "You can corroborate her story, I trust, in open court? You see, my client has an entirely different take on events. It is his assertion that his wife was the initiator of and driving force behind their...how did you put it...deviant sexual way of life, which is known as swinging, for your edification, that he reluctantly went along with what she wanted out of an abundance of love and concern for her happiness. He further asserts that when, after many months, that he finally accepted, then embraced the new lifestyle that his wife wanted to recapture the excitement of their youth, that she changed her mind, became threatened with his new-found independence, and has tried to cast him off by filing for a divorce."

"My client is perfectly willing to have this case tried in open court," Grant continued. "He is certain that a jury of his peers will see things from his perspective. Are you willing to undergo that experience, Mrs. Hill?" he asked. "Your husband would have the right to have me call you as a defense witness and question you under oath in open court. Mr. Thibeault, have you advised your client what that kind of an experience is like?"

"I have nothing to hide," Gladys said in a quavering voice.

"Then you're the first person I've ever met that could say that," Grant said. "With your attorney's permission, could I ask you a few questions, Mrs. Hill?"

"You don't have to," Mr. Thibeault said.

"Let him ask his questions," Gladys said. "I have nothing to hide."

"Mrs. Hill, are you familiar with the 60+ Club?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"What is your relationship to the 60+ Club?" Grant asked.

"We enjoy their social activities," Gladys replied.

"By we, you mean you and your husband, is that right?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"And the social activities that you enjoy, would it be accurate to describe them as orgies wherein people have sex openly with multiple partners of either or both sexes?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"Well, that certainly sounds enjoyable to me," Grant said, smiling. "And is that your only connection to the 60+ Club, enjoying the social activities?" he asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"Now, you maintain that joining and participating in the activities at the 60+ Club was your husband's idea, that he encouraged you to join him in seeing what it was like?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"So, you were reluctant?" Grant asked.

"Yes, of course," Gladys replied.

"Mrs. Hill, are you familiar with Bayou Systems?" Grant asked.

"Wha...what?" Gladys asked, her eyes suddenly wary.

"Bayou Systems, are you familiar with it?" Grant asked. "If it will help, it's a holding company that buys stock in other companies and various other investments."

"What is this about, Counselor?" Mr. Thibeault asked.

"Bayou Systems bought the building where the 60+ Club is located just over 4 years ago," Grant explained. "It took some digging, but I have learned that the actual owner of Bayou Systems is one Gladys Petunia Hill. Your client, I believe. I know that this must seem terribly confusing, but I can't help but wonder why your client would purchase the building where the 60+ Club is located if she was only a reluctant participant in their social activities at the behest of her husband. I'm sure that a jury will wonder, too."

"But let me move on," Grant said. "Mrs. Hill, what exactly is it that you object to about your husband with respect to the deviant sexual way of life that your attorney alluded to? Please understand, that these are just a few of the questions that you could expect me to ask you in open court when this matter goes to trial."

"He seemed to develop a preference for sex with men," Gladys said.

"What makes you think that?" Grant asked.

"It's obvious watching him when he's with men," Gladys replied. "You can tell how much he enjoys it."

"And that bothers you?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied. "It...it's not natural."

"And if he displayed a clear preference for women, yet still indulged with men from time to time, would that be okay?" Grant asked.

"I-I suppose so," Gladys replied.

"So it's a matter of degree," Grant said.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"Do you have a clear preference, Mrs. Hill?" Grant asked.

"What do you mean?" Gladys asked.

"Do you prefer to have sex with men or women?" Grant asked. "You do have sex with women, do you not, as well as with other men?"

"I prefer men," Gladys responded, come color in her cheeks.

"And is that preference obvious to anyone watching you?" Grant asked.

"I would think so," Gladys replied.

"You enjoy yourself when you're with men," Grant said.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"Do you enjoy yourself when you're with women?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied after a pause.

"How is it obvious to someone observing you with both men and women that you prefer the men?" Grant asked.

"It...it just is, would be," Gladys stammered.

"So it's entirely subjective," Grant said.

"Perhaps, to some degree," Gladys agreed.

"So, everything moves back to whose interpretation of what they're seeing is correct," Grant said.

"Why don't you ask Dwayne what his preference is?" Gladys asked.

"If you'd like," Grant agreed. "Dwayne?"

"It's a toss-up, but I think women," Dwayne replied. "There's just nothing quite as good as eating pussy for me, though I grant you that sucking cock and eating cum is pretty close."

"Can you tell what your wife's preference is, men or women?" Grant asked.

"For me, it's easy, I know her," Dwayne replied. "She loves eating cum too much for it to be anything but men, though I could see how other people might think otherwise. She loves being with women, too."

"Mrs. Hill, when was the last time you participated in the social activities at the 60+ Club?" Grant asked.

"Last night," Gladys replied, color suffusing her cheeks.

"Was your husband also there?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"And did you both interact sexually with multiple members of both sexes?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied.

"Did you interact together, sexually, that is?" Grant asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied faintly.

"You were interacting sexually with your husband just last night, yet you claim that you have an irretrievably broken marriage?" Grant asked.

"It...it was just sex," Gladys said. "We always...after those evenings, we always...together. It's just sex."

"We're at an impasse here," Mr. Thibeault said, running a finger beneath his collar.

"We're perfectly happy to have a jury make the determination," Grant said, "but I have something that you should see first. Penny, please."

Penny put her laptop on the table and turned it so that Mrs. Hill and Mr. Thibeault could see the monitor, then pressed the space bar to start the video of Clair Rimes' interview.

"I have three more just like it, two from men, one from another woman, all members of the 60+ Club," Grant said when the video finished playing, both Mrs. Hill and Mr. Thibeault ashen-faced. "Do you still want to go to trial?" he asked.

"That's it, go to trial? That's your only offer?" Mr. Thibeault asked.

"Actually, I can offer you two alternatives other than going to trial," Grant said. "The first is that your client pays my client $500 million and gets her divorce. The second is that your client puts $500 million in a trust in her husband's name that will only come under his control in the event of her death by natural causes and that your client withdraw her petition for divorce."

"That makes no sense," Mr. Thibeault said.

"It makes the best sense of all," Grant said. "They clearly love one another. This is nothing more than a mistaken misinterpretation of reality that they can easily overcome by talking to one another. I believe my client when he says that his preference is women, but he still enjoys men, and I believe your client when she says that she prefers men, but also enjoys women. My client has no issues no matter what his wife's preferences. He simply loves her and is enjoying their life together more than he ever has and wants it to continue. Is that not true for you also, Mrs. Hill?" he asked.

"Yes," Gladys replied softly.

"Then why the $500 million trust?" Mr. Thibeault asked.

"A lesson, counselor, a lesson," Grant said, smiling wanly at Mrs. Hill.

"Just do it, Claude, just like he said," Gladys said. "Dwayne and I will go to dinner and talk. We don't want to be late to the Club."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Houdini had nothing on you," Penny said as they flew home. "I can't believe that you pulled that rabbit out of your hat. And you got out of having to spend the night with me."

"The first I intended, the second I regret," Grant said, smiling. "What's the lesson that you learned?" he asked.

"Is it the one that you were teaching Mrs. Hill?" Penny asked.

"In a way, yes," Grant replied.

"To be careful what you wish for, you just might get it," Penny replied after a time.

"You have no idea how proud of you I am and how much you please me," Grant said, feeling himself choking up.

"I've got the best teacher in the world," Penny said, taking his arm and leaning her head over onto his shoulder, completely unaware of how emotional he was.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Hey, I remember you," Amy said when Penny finally crawled into her bed.

"It seems like it's been forever," Penny said as they held each other.

"You're growing up," Amy said.

"What do you mean?" Penny asked.

"When we first met, you were fresh out of law school, like a newly hatched chick," Amy said, smiling, reaching down to cup her pussy, her middle finger sinking into the hot wetness she found there. "New job, trying to hide who you were. About as green as green could get. And a sexual nuclear bomb just waiting to go off. Now, your feet are on the ground. You've learned to fly and have your own jet. You're learning your job and impressing everyone that you meet. You're growing up."

"What does that mean for us?" Penny asked.

"We're roommates and best friends and fuck buddies," Amy replied, laughing. "When we're together, it's great, but we each have our own lives. We'd been spending more time together because it was all new and exciting. It still is, but now we can relax about it, not feel the need to press so hard. We'll always be there for each other when it counts."

"You have no idea how good it makes me feel to hear you say that," Penny said, kissing her. "I've been feeling guilty, like I'd been neglecting you or something."

"Don't stop living your own life for me or anyone else," Amy admonished. "When being together is what happens, great, but no regrets."

"Okay," Penny agreed. "Can we eat each other now?" she asked, laughing.

"I was hoping that you were going to get to that," Amy said as they rearranged themselves into a 69 on their sides.

Penny smiled when she got to work in the morning and saw Grant with his jacket off and his sleeves rolled up, a stack of envelopes on his desk.

"This is what happens when I don't stay on top of things," Grant complained, sitting back. "Shall we?" he asked, smiling.

They went down to the boiler room and entered to applause when everyone saw Grant waving the envelopes.

"It's just a bunch of small cases, for us, but it adds up," Grant said as he moved through the room handing out the envelopes. "Just over $1 million each. Not bad for a little over a month's work. Thank you for everything you do and please keep doing it."

"I feel guilty when I see how much you pay me," Penny said when they returned to their office and she saw the checks in the envelope he gave her. "$13.1 million. And they only got $1 million each?"

"None of them are capable of doing your job, in spite of their incandescent brilliance in their own specific fields," Grant said. "They've all got the smarts, but it's either the temperament or the personality in terms of being able to interact with people, or both, that they're lacking. You've got all three in spades and you've got an incredible empathy quotient. You truly relate to people other than superficially. You're worth every dime I'm paying you. Just put it in the bank and smile. Go buy a new see-thru blouse or something," he said.

"I knew it, you really are a dirty old man," Penny said, laughing.

"All too true," Grant agreed. "All too true."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Well, this is a welcome surprise," Bill said when Penny entered his office and came around his desk to lean against it. "I was just about to leave. To what do I owe the pleasure?" he asked.

"Two things," Penny replied, lifting the front of her short skirt to show him her naked pussy, her huge clit protruding out above her long inner lips which were petaled apart invitingly.

"And the other?" Bill asked, smiling broadly as he forced his eyes up from her pussy to meet hers.

"I want to get rated on a Gulfstream," Penny replied.

"A Gulfstream!" Bill gasped. "Are you thinking of getting one?"

"Hardly," Penny laughed, letting her skirt drop back down. "A friend of mine owns one, an G800. I want to surprise him. He has no idea that I'm a pilot."

"A good friend, I take it?" Bill asked.

"I have no other kind," Penny replied, smiling. "Can you teach me?" she asked.

"Of course," Bill replied. "You need an MCC, a Multi-Crew Cooperation certification which can be done with 20 hours on a simulator in addition to the requisite classroom work which can also be done on a computer, and 40 hours on a simulator for the Gulfstream rating. You'd also need to do a checkout flight on an actual Gulfstream in addition to a simulator checkout flight. Some of the hours can overlap, but that's basically it. It should present no real challenge to you."

"That sounds perfect," Penny said. "Now, can you take me to your house and help me with my other problem?"

Penny had a big smile on her face as she watched Bill eating her pussy, pushed up onto her elbows for a better view as he sucked on her long inner lips, stretching them before releasing them, causing her to gasp as an orgasm rippled through her body as he plunged his tongue into her.

"I'm sorry that I've been so busy lately that I've ignored you," Penny said when he crawled up her body, sucking and chewing on her hard ruby nipples before finding her mouth and kissing her, his cock sinking into her pussy as she raised her legs up around his waist as he began to fuck her.

"You never need to apologize to me," Bill said, smiling down at her as he pumped his cock in and out of her.

"I'm glad that Amy has been spending time with you," Penny said as he continued to fuck her.

"She's a delight," Bill said. "As are you. I enjoy every minute that I spend with either of you."

Several minutes later Bill was groaning into her sopping pussy as he ate her, his cock exploding in her mouth as she sucked him off and gulped down his cum, finally taking him all the way into her mouth and throat to milk any last vestiges of cum from him before they fell apart panting for breath.

Arriving at work the next morning, Penny found Grant actually raising his voice as he talked on the phone.

"Counselor, I don't care what you think or what you want," Grant practically shouted. "Unless we are involved in a legal process that requires me to speak with you, I have nothing to say to you about anything. If you want to communicate with me, make it via certified letter. Of course I don't trust you," he shouted, ending the call. "Fucking idiot," he said as he looked up at Penny, disgust on his face.

"I've never seen you so worked up about anything but sex," Penny said, smiling. "What was that all about?"

"That was Colin Murphy of O'Hara, Murphy, and Doyle trying to tell me how the process is going to work," Grant replied, visibly trying to calm himself down. "The fucking gall. He was trying to rattle my cage, show who's going to be in charge of things."

"I'd say that he succeeded, at least in rattling your cage," Penny said.

"That's what I wanted him to think, too," Grant said, grinning.

"I know that you have a plan," Penny said. "Can you share it with me before everyone else finds out this time?"

"Fear," Grant said, his eyes glittering. "Just like Union General William Tecumseh Sherman during the civil war, I'm going to threaten to go scorched earth on them. No quarter. If there's one thing that the Catholic church fears more than anything else, it's bad press. Just look at how they've been reacting to the entire pedophilia scandal. No, the timing is incredibly perfect. Another scandal on top of the pedophilia scandal could crush the Catholic church. Governments around the world would start scrutinizing them even more, as they've already started doing because of the pedophilia scandals."

"What are you going to try to make them do?" Penny asked.

"That will remain a surprise," Grant said, smiling. "Ah, what's this?" he said as his phone beeped at him. "Well, imagine that," he said when he looked at the message. "It's an official request for a face-to-face meeting, at my earliest convenience, no less. The paper trail can be lethal, that's why they're loathe to do it this way. They'd rather have conversations so that they can deny that they happened."

"What are you going to say to them?" Penny asked.

"I'll wait a couple of hours before I respond," Grant explained, smiling. "Then I'll invite them to come here for a meeting. I'll explain to them that any meeting will be video recorded. We'll see if they're still interested."

"Don't they have to be?" Penny asked.

"Yes, and that's the beauty of the whole thing," Grant replied, laughing. "It will ensure that they are very careful about what questions they ask and what answers they give. It will give both of us a chance to try to determine how the other is going to approach everything."