Trial of the Century Part I
The imposing man flashed his bleached smile. He offered his photo ID to the uniformed woman seated behind the glass. She was an attractive sort he thought. Minimal makeup. Wet lip gloss. Sleek, pixie haircut. Decent tits. Not quite 40 years old. Probably never married with two k**s. Her face was gentle, but stern.“I’m here to see D’Clinton Lewis. I’m his lawyer,” the suited up guy declared.“Oh you are, Mr. Goode,” she quizzed looking up at him briefly from the computer screen.“Yes ma’am!”“Don’t...