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Fucking In Manhattan 5
The gate closed with a creak and a squeak as Tristam relocked it. “Scram, Beech.” The dog bounded off into the darkness, apparently quite untroubled by the darkness or the spluttering rain. The trees and bushs were still banging angrily against each other, their movement traced around the perimeter of the park by the flickering [...]
Fucking In Manhattan 4
OK, Anita, he’s all yours. Toni. PPS. I’m backtracking a hundred bucks off my accumulated bill for every act of gross indecency you commit with my dog person. I’ve told Tristan to carve the notches on your bedhead so there’ll be no accounting arguments. Chou! After carefully reading and digesting the file Anita came to [...]
Fucking In Manhattan 3
“Surely.” She took the bowl from his hand. “You’re British, Tristan?” “Ah, well. British by passport, Scottish by nationality and forever and always an Orcadian.” “Orcady – is that a place in Scotland?”
Tristan smiled and patted Beech’s head as the dog began gobbling up the biscuits: “An Orcadian is someone who lives on the Orkney [...]
Fucking In Manhattan 2
“OK.” Privately, Anita was wondering how she’d managed to become a lawyer at all if she could be sweet talked into such a stupid deal. Conned by a client! It was a disgrace.
Even the passage of several hours and the solace of a martini did little to sooth Anita’s irritation with herself. A fine thing [...]
Fucking In Manhattan 1
Toni Lindroth, once Toni La Rocca and now Toni Lindroth again, passed the last of the newly signed documents back across the desk. “Is that it?” Anita Ruger, her counsellor in law, nodded. “All signed, sealed and delivered. Your divorce is final and you’re a free woman again. Welcome to all the joys of being [...]