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My flight to Dallas landed right on time. A quick trip through baggage claim and I was out the door and standing in the bright, warm Texas sun. I was surprised to find no glitches waiting on me at the rental car terminal, and in less than an hour after landing, I was downtown and in my hotel room, unpacking my bags and hanging my clothes. A check of the itinerary told me drinks were to be served promptly at six o'clock, a bit over an hour from now. So far, I was glad I had come to the National Attorney's conference in Dallas. For the next three days, I planned to attend seminars and classes on litigation, as well as the dinners the conference planners had arranged for each evening. All in all, the most important decision I had to make for the next three days centered around what I wanted to have for dinner. It was good to be able to relax. A few moments after unpacking, I decided to take a shower to rid myself of the dust of travel, and to help me relax even further. After my shower, which lasted a full thirty minutes, I left the bathroom clad only in a towel, still damp from my shower, and wrapped around my waist. I decided to power up my computer and check for any last minute e-mails that may have come from Jane, my able sixty-five year old office manager, and who had become, recently, a lover. She may have been a grandmother, but I did not see the thirty-two year difference in our ages us as anything that should keep Jane and I from fucking whenever the feeling or desire came over us. There was one message from Jane: Something about an old friend of hers, someone named Maggie, needing legal advice about her estate. Other than that, nothing. A glance at my watch told me the time was getting late: ...

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