And He Plunged His Shaft......  

rm_bundleboy45 58M
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4/9/2006 12:40 pm

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And He Plunged His Shaft......


Chapter 1.

Her witness answered the question with a long-winded explanation that was not necessary. She winched. “God I hate these types” she thought to herself. “They always say far more than they really know”. She objected to the next question and waited for her client to answer. “Thank god he just said, no, and sat there. The court videographer spoke up and said, “That’s seven hours” . “Thank god this is over”, she thought. There were five attorneys in the room, they all got up, shook hands and were very cordial. The opposition’s attorneys left the room. After they were gone, she looked at her witness and said politely, “Well, how do you feel? Was it as bad as you thought is would be”. He was obviously rattled, it really had not gone all that well, and it was clear that the gentleman, who was her witness, was well aware of it. He was a high level executive for a modest sized technology company. The law suit consisted of a dispute over a patent owned by the opposition. Infringement was a serious matter when hundreds of millions of dollars were at stake. She had been in the business for over 15 years and knew most of the ins and outs. This case was progressing well. Infringement wasn’t apparent so she was relatively at ease.

She saw her client to the elevator and said good-bye, then returned to her office to collect herself. “God, am I tried!” she muttered as she flopped down her large leather chair. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was way past 8:00 pm. “Alright, that’s enough, let’s get the fuck out of here.” She thought to herself. After piling a stack of papers into her always overstuffed briefcase, she headed for the elevator to ride the 26 floors to the ground. She waved goodbye to her assistant attorney, and thought only briefly of the days of working till the wee hours of the morning for a senior partner. She was very glad that those days were behind her. She pressed the button for the elevator and the door opened, she entered, pressed the button for the lobby and descended to freedom.

She stepped out into a drizzling rain and thought, “damn, left my umbrella upstairs, Ah fuck it,” she muttered in defiance. “I’m not made of sugar, I won’t melt.” She walked over to the streetlight at the corner, crossed Lexington Avenue and headed uptown. She hurried along, passing people along the way. As she passed the Marriott she thought “what the hell, I could sure use a drink right about now, and maybe a good fuck.” Not really serious about the fuck. She stepped through the doors, smiled at the doorman and headed for the lounge. As she negotiated the dark hallway that lead to the bar she could have sworn she saw someone pass directly in front of her as she passed the men’s room. Strange thing was, the door was slowly closing as she passed.

To be continued......

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