getting an earful from the City of Richmond's new commonwealth's attorney, Christian Hall. Not only was I the new commonwealth's attorney, but I was also the youngest person ever to be voted into this position. At thirty-five, I was still in my prime, eager to take on the thugs and criminals who had taken over the streets of Richmond. Paula, my executive assistant, felt that this phenomenal day shouldn't end without a bang, which was just about what I was going to do inher mouth until she pulled away. I came all over the front of her blue dress. She rose from beneath my new oversize mahogany desk and sat on top of it with her legs spread open, revealing her blond pubic hair. She probably wanted me to reciprocate, but I never planned on going down on her. Not that I would have ever told her that.
“So?” she said, questioning me as if today might be her lucky day.
“Paula, you know I'm not quite ready to go there yet,” I said coyly.
“Come on, Chris. When are we gonna … well, you know?”
“When it happens, it won't be on top of this desk, that's for sure. Be patient, sweetheart. When we take this to the next level, it's definitely going to be worth the wait.”
I kissed her on the cheek as I zipped my pants. Paula sucked her teeth, grabbed her hot pink thong from my in-box, and hopped down off the desk.
“Chris, I think I've been more than patient. This is ridiculous. I want you so bad. I need to feel you inside me. Is that too much to ask?”
“No, it's not too much to ask. And yes, you have been patient. But just give me some time. It'll happen. Trust me,” I replied with a sincere look in my eyes.
She flashed a smile that told me she believed me.
“Okay. I'll see you later then,” she said.
“Bye, sweetheart,” I said as she left my office. I made a note to go to a jewelry store to pick her up a token of my appreciation. Nothing big, just something to keep her off my back with that sex talk. See, sleeping with Paula wasn't part of my agenda. Paula was a nice girl and everything, but she was nobody I'd ever consider getting serious with. Getting blow jobs in the office is every man'sfantasy, but that was about all she could offer me. Don't get me wrong—Paula gave good head, but number one, she was definitely not my type, and number two, she was dumb as dirt. Even if number one and two weren't an issue, there was still number three: my grandmother. She always said, “If she can't use your comb, you can't bring her home.”
Even though I dated a white girl or two in high school, my grandmother never knew about them. Since my grandmother is my pride and joy, I always do what I know will make her proud of me. My mother was a strung-out crack addict who left when I was ten, and I haven't seen her since. My father, a two-bit hustler who introduced my mother to crack, disappeared after he found out he was wanted by the police for the rape of two thirteen-year-old girls who lived in our neighborhood. So, at the age of ten, I was forced to pack my things and move in with Grandma Lucy. My grandfather had recently died of liver cancer, so Grandma Lucy was all alone and happy to have me move in with her. She reared me the best she could, instilling in me the idea that nothing was impossible.
After watching how my mother and father lost their souls to the streets, I vowed to become a lawyer and help clean the streets of drugs and drug dealers so that other kids wouldn't have to grow up without a mother's and father's love. I made Grandma Lucy proud when I graduated from Hermitage High School in 1987 as the valedictorian with a GPA of 4.0. I went to the University of Richmond on a full scholarship, graduated, and went straight to law school at the University of Virginia. After graduating from the UVA, I took the state bar and passed it on the first try. I worked at a couple of law firms until I was given the opportunity to work as an assistant commonwealth's attorney, with a concentration on criminal felony
“So?” she said, questioning me as if today might be her lucky day.
“Paula, you know I'm not quite ready to go there yet,” I said coyly.
“Come on, Chris. When are we gonna … well, you know?”
“When it happens, it won't be on top of this desk, that's for sure. Be patient, sweetheart. When we take this to the next level, it's definitely going to be worth the wait.”
I kissed her on the cheek as I zipped my pants. Paula sucked her teeth, grabbed her hot pink thong from my in-box, and hopped down off the desk.
“Chris, I think I've been more than patient. This is ridiculous. I want you so bad. I need to feel you inside me. Is that too much to ask?”
“No, it's not too much to ask. And yes, you have been patient. But just give me some time. It'll happen. Trust me,” I replied with a sincere look in my eyes.
She flashed a smile that told me she believed me.
“Okay. I'll see you later then,” she said.
“Bye, sweetheart,” I said as she left my office. I made a note to go to a jewelry store to pick her up a token of my appreciation. Nothing big, just something to keep her off my back with that sex talk. See, sleeping with Paula wasn't part of my agenda. Paula was a nice girl and everything, but she was nobody I'd ever consider getting serious with. Getting blow jobs in the office is every man'sfantasy, but that was about all she could offer me. Don't get me wrong—Paula gave good head, but number one, she was definitely not my type, and number two, she was dumb as dirt. Even if number one and two weren't an issue, there was still number three: my grandmother. She always said, “If she can't use your comb, you can't bring her home.”
Even though I dated a white girl or two in high school, my grandmother never knew about them. Since my grandmother is my pride and joy, I always do what I know will make her proud of me. My mother was a strung-out crack addict who left when I was ten, and I haven't seen her since. My father, a two-bit hustler who introduced my mother to crack, disappeared after he found out he was wanted by the police for the rape of two thirteen-year-old girls who lived in our neighborhood. So, at the age of ten, I was forced to pack my things and move in with Grandma Lucy. My grandfather had recently died of liver cancer, so Grandma Lucy was all alone and happy to have me move in with her. She reared me the best she could, instilling in me the idea that nothing was impossible.
After watching how my mother and father lost their souls to the streets, I vowed to become a lawyer and help clean the streets of drugs and drug dealers so that other kids wouldn't have to grow up without a mother's and father's love. I made Grandma Lucy proud when I graduated from Hermitage High School in 1987 as the valedictorian with a GPA of 4.0. I went to the University of Richmond on a full scholarship, graduated, and went straight to law school at the University of Virginia. After graduating from the UVA, I took the state bar and passed it on the first try. I worked at a couple of law firms until I was given the opportunity to work as an assistant commonwealth's attorney, with a concentration on criminal felony
Similar Books
