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Mike gets animated as though we’re in court.

This is why he charges what he does.

“Chad attacked you first. Knocked you out. Tied you up!”

“That wasn’t on camera,” I say. “It’ll be my word against his.”

“There’s video of him hitting the table with a hammer.” Mike starts to think.

Chad positioned just one camera in such a way that there was no footage of me until I attacked him. So anyone watching the video could be sold or assume that I broke into the house and attacked Chad. I beat the shit out of him. Then I broke his hand in ten places with a hammer. That I was going to kill him.

My Katie girl admitting the affair helps lessen some of the intent on what happened.

Now as far as me saying Chad attacked me and tied me to a chair, I have no proof.

“We’re going to make this work,” Mike says. “I hate saying this to clients, but in my line, on this side, it’s tough. You know you’re going to face more prison time. Right?”

I nod.

That’s my fate.

Back behind bars.

Probably where I belong.

Mike continues to talk, but I don’t bother to listen anymore.

There’s nothing else to say and nothing else to do.

I stare out the window and lick my lips, wanting to taste my Katie girl’s body.

I shut my eyes.

I picture her.

I see her naked. The smile on her face. The lust in her bright eyes. Her hair always messy but in such a casual, sexy way. Her neck, so creamy and clean, poised and ready for me to leave my marks. Her perfect tits. Pebbled nipples. Different shades of pink from her nipples to her areola…

Her soft stomach. Her curved hips.

The subtle line in her skin that leads down to her mound and her sweet, perfect cunt.

I open my eyes and blink a few times.

I can smell her. I can taste her.

She’s my heaven, my hope, my desire.

The woman I love. The woman I will forever love.

We are the living proof of true love and what forever really looks and feels like.

Whatever time they give me, it won’t fucking matter at all.

I’ll collect the seconds, count the minutes, pass the hours.

I’ll step over the weeks, ignore the months, and face the years.

At the end of it all, I’ll have the only thing I’ve ever wanted in my life.