Chapter 131: EpilogueIt was a crisp fall day as the new black Range Rover made its way carefully through the narrow lanes, coming to a stop at the base of a hill. The deep cerulean sky was accented by the vibrant scarlets, pumpkins, and golds of autumn leaves. Bobby shifted into 'Park' and looked over at Maggie.She chewed her lip anxiously. "I won't be long.""Take your time, cher." He smiled at her reassuringly. "We're not in any hurry."Maggie sighed deeply and unfastened her seat belt. She stepped out of the car and opened the door to the backseat, leaning in to retrieve a small bundle before closing the door again. "I won't be long," she repeated.Bobby watched as she carefully picked her way up the hill. "Daddy, can I go, too?" Savannah chirped from the back seat."No, June bug, let Mommy have a minute. Then we'll go to the country. Are you ready to pick some apples?""Yes! Apples!" she responded, and she began to sing a song about picking apples.At nearly the crest
Chapter 1: Meet Michael RanniganFucking her had been inevitable, he reasoned. After all, Maggie was not unattractive with her thick red hair, bright green eyes shaded by long red lashes she darkened with mascara, the smattering of freckles across her nose. Beneath those inexpensive business suits she favored, her body wasn't bad. Don't think he hadn't noticed.It was an odd line of thought for a man on vacation. He stretched out his legs on the chaise and gazed past his tanned bare feet to the turquoise water of the Indian Ocean. His travel agent had assured him that he'd love the Maldives. He raised his glass of bourbon in a toast to Nancy at East Coast Travel, but his thoughts returned to Maggie.He'd actually been surprised at the firm, full, round tits he'd unearthed beneath that conservative grey blouse. They were much larger than he'd realized, in a natural, homegrown sort of way.Obviously, she wasn't his usual taste. He preferred bottle blondes with tiny waists and stor
Chapter 2: Back to the Beginning(Five years earlier)Maggie Flynn checked her image in the mirror. Her thick red hair was styled in what she hoped projected 'professional'. Her charcoal grey suit was paired with a deep green silk blouse she'd borrowed from her best friend Casey and it accentuated her green eyes which sparkled with excitement. She wore basic black mid-heeled pumps, slightly elevating her five-foot five stature.It would have to do. And she didn't think it was too bad, either. This was her opportunity, what her years in undergrad and in law school had all led up to. Law firms from around the country had sent representatives to interview newly minted lawyers at the annual job fair.Unlike some, Maggie wasn't worried about landing a position. She had a stellar GPA and glowing recommendations from her law professors and from the internships she'd done. She had an all-but-firm offer from the New York County District Attorney's office, her most recent internship. Th
Chapter 3: Michael Meets MaggieMichael Rannigan dry gulped three ibuprofen tablets as the car from the service weaved its way through mid-day Manhattan traffic. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had a hangover. The previous night had been exceptional. At an art gallery opening, he'd met twin flight attendants who matched him drink for drink before going home with him for an extended threesome adventure. I'm getting too old for this shit. Should have called in sick today. As a partner at Murphy, Rannigan, there was no one to question his absence. But it was his turn to represent the firm at the job fair at NYU. Brian Murphy was out of the country on vacation. And James Metheny was recovering from surgery. Tonsils or some shit, Michael mused. Didn't everyone have their tonsils out when they were five?Sure, the firm needed new talent. But why did he need to be there? He knew exactly why. Without his presence, John Hemphill would be the senior man there, and that co
Chapter 4: Maggie's BirthdayShe felt her face burning as she walked away from the Murphy, Rannigan table. That couldn't possibly have gone any worse, she thought. Well, if I'd thrown up on them. That would have been worse. Casey and Ben were still standing where she'd left them, and they were anxiously awaiting a report. "Well?!" Casey begged as soon as Maggie was close enough. "How did it go?" Maggie rolled her eyes. "It was bad. Did you see me drop my papers? And they actually laughed at me when I talked about trying Rannigan's case for my project." She shook her head sheepishly. "Oh, well, I'm glad I have an in with Rance and the DA's office."Ben clapped his large hand on her shoulder. "I'd stay here and help you feel sorry for yourself but I have an interview, bitches," he grinned. "Hey, buck up, Flynn. At least we're still going out for your birthday."Maggie had almost forgotten. Her birthday wasn't until tomorrow but Ben, Casey, and their whole group of friends
Chapter 5: Michael's EveningMichael had met Gwen Channing a couple of years earlier on a flight from New York to Las Vegas. She was attending to the first-class cabin, then about an hour into the flight, she was attending to him personally, giving him a blow job in the galley of the 777. Gwen always gave him a call when she was in town.Michael returned to his table in the corner and to his irritated date. "Who are they?" she snipped."Some students from the U. I recognized one of them from the interviews today," he answered. "Did you order?"As the evening progressed, he realized that Gwen was rambling on about an asshole passenger on a recent flight, but his mind was on Mary Margaret Flynn. The truth was, she intrigued him. She wasn't unattractive. Obviously not dating material, but still, she was smart, and she had spirit, too. She'd proved that when she'd stood up to all of them that afternoon.He was glad when a band took the stage and he could stop pretending that he wa
Chapter 6: "Welcome to Murphy, Rannigan, and Metheny."In spite of having been wide awake until the wee hours of the morning, Maggie's eyes popped open immediately as her alarm sounded at 6:15 am. Classes were over but there were still finals, one of which she had this afternoon. Besides, she liked the routine of getting up at the same time every day. She couldn't call Murphy, Rannigan until nine, so she threw on workout clothes and left the apartment for a quick run.More than two hours later, freshly showered following her workout, she sat watching her clock until it blinked from 8:59 to 9:00 before she dialed the number on the business card. The woman who answered was friendly and efficient. Yes, Mr. Rannigan had said to expect her call. Yes, the firm was scheduling follow-up interviews for candidate finalists. Maggie should report to the Murphy, Rannigan offices at nine o'clock sharp on Tuesday morning. She hung up the phone feeling bewildered. Follow-up interviews? I th
Chapter 7: Maggie's First Day"Oh, God!" Maggie gasped, pulling against the restraints that kept her arms over her head. She looked down to see him working her left nipple with his tongue, taking the whole thing in his mouth, suckling sensuously. At her words, he looked up at her, tousled salt and pepper hair perfectly framing his chiseled face, heat radiating from his brown eyes, a smirk on his lips. "You like?" She nodded vigorously. "Because I was thinking about moving further down," he said, lazily tracing a finger down the center of her body until he came to the mound between her thighs. There he paused to stroke her moist pink folds, gently at first, then more intensely. Maggie writhed in pleasure but with her feet bound to the corners of the bed, there was little she could do. "Oh, God, Michael," she squeaked, on the edge of molten pleasure. He looked back up at her, his eyebrow crooked. "I've always wondered. Does a ginger taste like ginger?" With that, he lowered