The Meeting

I had been thinking of the poem writer all the time. I wished to meet him in person. I wondered how he'd look like.

The attorney general told my mom that my case is a case of murder and proceedings should follow up. My mom had to find a defence attorney for my case.

Raymond Mcman the defence attorney, recommended by my mom. I was going to see him today, gosh I almost forgot.

I knocked once and stepped inside the office to find a young defence attorney leaning against the desk with his back to me, going through a file. I cleared my throat. "Mr Raymond Mcman."

"Vanessa." He turned his full attention to me, smiling. "Have a seat."

Raymond Mcman is tall and handsome. He had the kind of face that would have the people passing on the street stop and look back twice. He looked like he was fresh out of fashion tv, I bet both women and gays wished he'd fucked them.

I like my man big and I sighted a huge bulge on his trouser, he is endowed.

The way he