She smiled. Then what is wrong? I wanted to ask him, What am I supposed to do, wrestle Richard to the floor and ravage him? But all that came out was, Can't, I can't. Richard turned some of that anger loose and yelled, I can taste their fear on my tongue, down my throat, as if I've already swallowed them. Legally, I was right, and lawyers hate for a non-lawyer to be right.
They were more comfortable than the straight-backs he'd had before. Something close to real fear went through his eyes. But again, maybe I wasn't being fair. I managed to keep smiling even when one of the blondes threw her arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.
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