Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
OH SHIT! When will I EVER learn?
OH SHIT! When will I EVER learn?
Ain't that the truth!Where has all my virtue gone, long long time ago.
From your point of view it needs to be immediately, for the rest of us, hopefully,never !!OH SHIT! When will I EVER learn?
Lapan(8) American Embassy, Singapore, 7:15 AM
Jeffrey Hodges got to his desk early on Tuesday morning after Barbara’s day in court. He had not slept well Monday night. His mind kept racing back to the disastrous trial. All his arguments had been shot down. All the rulings had gone against him. That slimy narcotics cop, called as a surprise witness, had devastated his defense. Barb was found guilty on all counts and sentenced to caning and enhanced death. It had been a nightmare! The only ray of encouragement had been the fine job done by his intern, Amanda Jones. As he had tossed and turned, thinking of the time in court, her sweet, cheerful face kept appearing and giving him some kind of hope.
Jeffrey had come in extra early to get a start on the appeal process. It would be heard by the Court of Appeal in only a few days, and he simply had to be ready. He had asked Amanda to be in early as well to assist. He was looking forward to working closely with her on this case due to the excellent legal aptitude she’d shown at the trial.
To Hodges’s delight, Amanda arrived right on schedule at 7:30. Taking one look at her, his jaw dropped open. The girl had outdone even her reputation for outrageous outfits. Strap-on, four-inch, CFM heels were just the start of the display. The extremely short mini-skirt was made of a pale blue, glittery, woven stretch fabric that form-fitted every curve of her hips and butt. Incredibly, it was also a semi-sheer. Depending on the position and the light, you could make out her tiny thong panties and dark asscrack!
At least her blouse was opaque, Jeffrey thought as he looked at the silk pink button top. Not quite a “crop”, it stopped just short of her skirt to give tantalizing glimpses of her navel. It was also apparent that she was braless. Not that she really needed one; her youthful breasts rode naturally high on her chest. But it seemed that the friction of the silk fabric was teasing her nipples to stand out erect against the fabric.
Like any healthy, heterosexual male would, Jeffrey felt an immediate and rock-hard swelling in his shorts.
Singapore Ministry of Home Affairs, Office of the First Minister 7:45 AM
The intercom snapped to life, “First Minister, your call to the Deputy Attorney General is ready on line 2.”
Josephine Shanmugam, picked up the phone and purred into the receiver, “Good Morning, Lee. Congratulations again on your fine victory yesterday! -- Oh, don’t be too modest. -- Yes, it is the Republic that really won. – Yes – yes. – Oh, I agree. -- Is there anything else? Well yes, I wanted to ask if you could meet for drinks after work today? -- at the Raffles Long Bar? -- 6:30? -- Wonderful. -- Any issue I want to discuss? -- No. not really. I just thought it would be nice to get to know each other better and talk about more fun things than that slutty Barbara Moore. -- Oh yes – very much looking forward to it! Bye.”
Josephine hung up with a broad smile on her face. And she felt the need to shift slightly in her chair.
You are quite right, of all the dramatis personnae PrPr listed at the start of this section, you are the only one who is not getting what they want.(Or is that an assumption too far) While Jeffrey is lusting after his intern and Josephine is plotting away, poor Barb is in her cell awaiting another painful and humiliating punishment, but that`s life. Another fine and teasing chapter PrPr.Geeze!!!!! How come I’m the only one who is miserable in this shithole country???
I beg to differ. I'm positive that Jeffrey and Amanda are suffering terrible mental torment, thinking of Barbara's horrible fate. It is just fortunate that they have each other for support in a difficult time!You are quite right, of all the dramatis personnae PrPr listed at the start of this section, you are the only one who is not getting what they want.(Or is that an assumption too far) While Jeffrey is lusting after his intern and Josephine is plotting away, poor Barb is in her cell awaiting another painful and humiliating punishment, but that`s life. Another fine and teasing chapter PrPr.
Barb had wondered what those could be for – maybe for a TV Stand – she’d regretted she hadn’t asked for that from Client Service
A bit naive of Barb thinking he was going to cane her butt,they are saving that for the big event,it would not do if it was all cut and bruised before they started, especially with all those VIPs present !Ah, the asides that pop up in the mind in times of extreme stress!
PrPr is ever inventive ... no surprise there! Yikes!
“We’ll be back after lunch to discuss your work schedule.”
It will be whatever the sadistic bastards decide it will be,and just remember there are plenty more tender places they can punish without spoiling your tight little for the main event !!Work? Shit! It had better be something that I can do while sitting!!!! Like writing on that laptop that has YET to be delivered, as promised. Service in this shithole stinks! Did you hear me ... STINKS!!!
Love the Changi Pedicure, very droll. This is the embodiment of Barb`s alter ego many of us envisage,lithe toned,beautiful,but above all naked,vulnerable and suffering. Great work!Customer service and pedicure
Lithe, toned, beautiful, naked, vulnerable, and suffering?This is the embodiment of Barb`s alter ego many of us envisage,lithe toned,beautiful,but above all naked,vulnerable and suffering
I know some of my readers think I'm a half-way decent writer (clearly an indication of the sorry state of public education in the world). I have thought and thought for something appropriate to say about Settantuno's work posted here.Customer service and pedicure