“Thank you, Molly.”
An envelope addressed in Claudia’s handwriting lay on the small square box. Setting it aside for the moment, I surveyed what Seth had sent, the surprise fading slightly when I remembered who I was dealing with. He hated CDs even more than I did, and vinyls simply weren’t an option.
I plugged the earbuds in and hit the player’s center button. Mad Alchemy went first, the results as good as I’d hoped. DSM were a revelation. They were always something different, but things had taken a turn for the epic.
As the songs played in my ears, I took the dive and opened the letter. Before, she would visit as much as she could, but it had dropped off in recent months. It was replaced by hand-written letters ending with a kiss.
Maybe she just couldn’t stand to see me in a cage. I couldn’t really blame her really. With any luck, or justice, the morning would see my freedom.
It was almost funny, the performances award worthy. Three of the bugaboos were still in the hospital, one in a coma, but the three present were really giving it their all.
I almost believed the fantastical story they spun, which sounded like an old-time radio drama. I just had to close my eyes and detach. My lawyer did her best, but it wasn’t the main event. That came when she called her next witness.
Under roll and squeak of wheel, he approached the witness stand: the firebug who was about to burn Ana, before I put his head through the wall. He’d only been released a couple days before and was more than happy to talk. His conscience was giving him a world of pain, or so he implied.
On the witness stand, the cross examination began. Nothing but the truth coming forth. Statements were verified by the two views of security footage, both main room and back, that showed what went on. If only there had been sound.
The judge, a stern old goat with the Ten Commandments over his bench and a bottle of scotch underneath it, perked up for the first time during the proceedings. With a keen eye, he took it all in, realization slowly dawning.
Holding it in long enough for the closing statements, his honor let loose with an unholy tirade, painting the three plaintiffs as Caligula, Judas, and the Devil rolled into one times three. It was the triumvirate of terror, conceived in the depths of Hell to punish humanity.
Clearing me entirely, he had the three men detained, issuing bench warrants for the other two, as soon as they were feeling better. The hammer fell with a glorious sound, justice truly being served, against all odds.
It was a vision I dared not hope. Claudia emerged from the crowd to greet me as I exited to freedom.
“Outside,” my lawyer intoned.
Down the stairs and past the vultures, we had flashes in our eyes as we walked arm in arm to Eduardo’s waiting hearse.
“So, you’re pregnant?” I asked, looking down at her belly.
I felt like the biggest dork in the world, but it was the only thing that came to mind.
“Yeah, it’s yours, of course. I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Which is why you stopped visiting. You were starting to show.”
“Pretty much, yeah.”
“Where to, kids?” Eduardo asked.
I wasn’t sure where he got off calling me a kid, considering he was only six years older than me. Still, I let it go, giving him my address.
No words were needed, the look said it all. It had been months and we were going to fuck, as enthusiastically as her condition would allow.
“How many months along are you?” I asked her.
“About four.”
“Good.”
She was far enough along to have the benefits of the hormone shift but not too many of the physical limitations. Standing behind her, I took off her clothes. Shirt first, bra following as it fell on the back of the shirt.
Light as possible I circled her darkened nipples, testing them for sensitivity. A small gasp let me know a light touch was needed.
Her skirt was next, falling easily in a heap, followed by her panties. Trailing down the length of her upper body, along her baby bump to her sweet pussy, I cupped her in my hand, pulling back gently on her hair.
Soft puffs of ecstasy escaped her full lips as I caressed her tenderness, pulling a little harder and nibbling on her exposed neck as I did so.
Moving her onto the bed on all fours, giving her legs a break, I continued to finger the depths of her pussy, pulling her hair hard, my sweet pet moaning her joy. Her pussy got even tighter around my fingers she started to cum, a low vibration running through her.
I caressed her back, fingers still inside her as she came down, her lips still squeezing me on occasion. Easing out of her, I stroked down along her body, from her legs to her ass to her feet, massaging the latter as I got to my knees. From her feet to her ass, I traveled back up, pulling her pussy back toward me.