A Last Chance
By Delorita & Debbie
With the cold rain pounding the window of cell 218, Tony Ramirez sat on the edge of his bed, writing his first letter to the Law Office of Maxwell, Dryer and Associates. They were small firm in Seattle, who in the past year had proven they were quite capable of handling a case such as his with success. The day was quickly coming to a close, and he desperately needed to get the letter completed. He had spent all day in the prison's law library doing further research on the appeals process. This was his last chance at gaining freedom. Three long years of hearings, followed by disappointments, and deep anguish, had put a strain on Tony's confidence, and dreams of ever being found innocent. Now it was time to take a different path. At the advice of the prison's Chaplain, Tony again, began the process of gaining freedom. This letter, and the people to whom it was addressed, was his last hope.
***
As the Warden poured the last cup of coffee from the burnt pot, the phone rang.
"Mr. DeOliveira, this is Monica Charpenter. I'm an attorney here in Seattle, at the Law Office of Maxwell, Dryer, and Associates. Seven months ago, I received a letter from one of your inmates, Tony Ramirez, and I would like to schedule a time to meet with him." Before the Warden could say a word, Monica told him, "I will be there this afternoon at 2:00 p.m., and I expect him to be ready for me. And one more thing, Mr. DeOliveira, I don't want him to know who his visitor is until I arrive and tell him myself. Is that clear?"
"Let me tell you something, Ms. Charpenter, I'm sick and tired of arrogant, god-almighty attorneys telling me how to run my prison. Attorneys are all the same," the fat little, bald-headed Warden screeched. "I will not stand for you telling me how to conduct business."
Monica sighed deeply. "As I said, I will be there at 2:00 p.m. sharp, so have him ready." She threw the phone down, and walked to the sofa to rummage through the old newspapers. There, on the front page of a three-year-old newspaper, was the article of Mr. Taylor's murder three years ago.
Monica graduated from Harvard in 1988. She had followed her father's footsteps despite her mother's disapproval. Her mother would have preferred a more traditional lifestyle for her daughter, one with children, and a loving husband, as she had experienced with Monica's father for 33 years. She disliked Monica having a career, and being out in the world on her own.
However, Monica was not always alone, she had many men friends. Lovers would come and go at either their choosing or hers. Her last boyfriend, Sean, whom she had been dating for about a year, showed no signs of ever committing to a long-term relationship, which Monica so much wanted. She was ready to settle into marriage, and continue on with her career. After deep soul searching, Monica chose to end the relationship.
She regretted not accepting the offer of Public Defender for the Tony Ramirez case. She had lost confidence after losing the McMurphy case; Joann McMurphy had been sentenced to life imprisonment for killing the man who had molested her son. Monica fought hard to prove Joann was temporally insane at the time of the shooting. But she lost the case. Joann was locked away. Since then, Monica did not feel capable of tackling such difficult cases as the one Tony Ramirez represented. She was afraid of failure; she did not want to be the one who lost for him. Thus she had turned down the chance to represent him
Now Monica was a private attorney, who was willing to take the case for no compensation. She felt the need to fight her own private demons, and if she could crack this case it would be a way of restoring her lost confidence. Maybe, just maybe, she could prove who really killed Henry Taylor, Dr. Sarah Taylor's father.
***
Tony sat in his cell awaiting the arrival of a guard to take him down to the exercise yard for his daily workout. Despite his feeling of hopelessness, Tony continued to work out at the suggestion of the prison psychologist, who believed daily exercise would help reduce Tony's depression. He stood at the sound of his cell door being electronically released. The Warden's assistant, a beady-eyed man named Ralph Wallace, opened his door. The little man must have spent too long in the Warden's service; he was beginning to take on some of the same sleazy characteristics.
"Why, Mr. Wallace, what have I done to deserve such a surprise visit from you?" Tony asked sarcastically.
"Mr. Ramirez, I've come to inform you that you have a visitor scheduled for this afternoon at 2:00. Someone will come for you at 1:45 to escort you to conference room. You will not have your usual outside activities today. Instead you will only be allowed this one outing." The assistant could not look Tony in the face.
"Why is that, Mr. Wallace?" Who is this visitor?"
"The identity of the visitor is to remain private until their arrival. "Don't ask any more questions, Mr. Ramirez, or you will lose your outside yard rights for the entire month".
Tony turned from the assistant and sat down again to await the arrival of his mysterious visitor. He could not fathom who it could be. His cousin, Maria, had quit coming to visit him well over a year ago, for she couldn't bear to see him incarcerated for something he had not done. She was heartbroken over the trial that had convicted her beloved cousin. The visitor couldn't possible be either of his parents, because they lived in Puerto Rico, and were very poor, unable to afford airfare to see their son. Friends had quit coming too; they were too embarrassed by all the news, and the idea of having a convicted killer for a friend was disturbing to them. For the last three years, Tony Ramirez was a man left all alone in the world to fight his own battles. Tony could only believe that the visitor was another annoying member of the press looking for another story to make money on.
It was almost 1:45 p.m., and Tony had half an hour to prepare for his visitor. Back in his cell, he went through his belongings, and found his red shirt, and his usual prison blue denim pants. The inmates were allowed one personal item to wear on special occasions, if they so choose. The item he hated the most was the prison sandals that all the inmates were required to wear. He would wear them with dark blue socks, hoping the dark color would look like normal shoes of some sort. He could never figure out why they were issued such ugly sandals, except that they were hideous in appearance, and it somehow stripped the person of their personal dignity.
He heard footsteps approaching, and then the electronic buzzer releasing his door. He followed the guard down the ramp to the conference room. Standing, looking out the window was a woman of average height. She was thin, and seemed delicate. Her back was to the door as he entered. When she turned towards him, he saw a woman of simple beauty. She wore a dark blue suit with an emerald green blouse, which brought out the green in her hazel eyes. There was a small silver brooch of a cat on her lapel. Her hair was dark brown, cut into an exquisite bob. Her skin was porcelain, and it was lightly brushed with a soft berry hue, with the same color lightly placed on her lips.
"Mr. Ramirez. I don't know if you remember me. My name is Monica Charpenter, and I'm one of the associate attorneys at Maxwell, Dryer and Associates; you wrote us to several months ago. If you remember at the time of your trial, I was employed as a defense attorney." She reached for his hand to shake as he reached for hers. She felt his embrace, and the warm gentleness of his skin against hers.
"Yes, yes, I know who you are, I remember you well." Tony was completely surprised by his visitor. He couldn't believe it was really she. His eyes never left her; he followed the curve of her face until their eyes met. She smiled softly. "Mr. Ramirez, please have a seat". Her voice was soft, but commanding. She seemed to have a gentle quality to her, yet she carried herself with confidence. She took the seat across from him at the table. He couldn't help but notice her nail polish was a cool mauve on well-manicured nails, and there was the soft fragrance of jasmine. They faced each other very seriously and their work began.
On the first day he only told her the facts of the case. It was not hard for him to remember because the nightmares came to him almost every night. He left out his feelings. He didn't want to know someone else about it. Especially NOT a woman. But he was very surprised how much attention she gave to his words, how very well she listened to him, wrote notes down, asked special questions which helped to get more into the subject.
On the second day, after some hesitation, he started to speak about his relationship with Sarah Taylor. Tony explained how much he fell in love with her and wanted to help her and that he thought she'd know nothing about her own madness. He thought he could cure her. Tony actually had promised himself on that fateful day; NEVER trust a woman again! But Monica Charpenter seemed very honest to him, very caring about his case.
At the third meeting, she told him, how much it meant to her to win this case and that she had already found some very important evidence. When she left him in that afternoon, their eyes met for the first time for some minutes. They seemed to search for the truth in each other's souls.
Tony, I know you are innocent, she thought, and suppressed the strong urge to reach out and to put the strand of hair back behind his ear.
Monica...Monica…Tony paced restlessly through his prison cell. He could not get this bombshell of a figure out of his mind. Those hazel eyes, those slim fingers, which moved through the documents she brought to their meetings. He knew he should think of his case and the process and that she had come to help him. But, all he could think of was her body, her warm, determined voice and the way she looked at him while talking. He sighed. Since the last meeting his jeans seem too tight and now they became worse. He had not thought of a woman since his terrible experience with Sarah Taylor. That bitch, who ruined his life completely. Who made him fall in love with her and then sent him to jail with all her lies. But, this Ms. Charpenter was another person. She meant hope. She was possibly the door to freedom AND she was so beautiful. Those long sexy legs covered in black stockings. "DAMN IT" he muttered through his teeth and pressed his hands against his growing bulge, which ached in his jeans. He decided to take a cold shower to clear his mind. (He was one of the lucky prisoners who had his own little bathroom in their new cellblock.)
But, the icy water did not help. His poor penis was still big and hard. For too long he had not been with a woman and now destiny sent such a wonderful example his way. He sighed deeply again and took his arousal in both of his hands, imagining that it was in her hands, curling around it. Massaging, caressing. At first very slowly and then an urgent moan escaped his mouth. Then harder, and faster. He threw his head back, his eyes closed. In his mind he saw her beside him in the shower, without clothes. Her knowing hands doing their very experienced work, rubbing, stroking his lonely member.
Yeah querida, this feels wonderful! And with a last fast movement and a sudden cry he released himself. "Shit!!" His fist pounded against the edge of the shower, where he sat exhausted. "How can I work with her seriously when I'm only able to think of THAT and always have the feeling I'd stare hungrily at her." Sad and without knowing what to do he let his head fall down on his hands.
***
Monica sat at her desk, staring at the photo of Tony Ramirez in the three year old newspaper. How could this whore do such horrible things to this most sexy and lovely man? She asked herself, thoughtfully touching the photo in front of her. Even in the black and white she could see the intensity of his eyes. We MUST win this case, handsome man!!! And without hesitating she bent down and kissed the well-shaped lips on the picture. But, how are we going to do this, without me jumping into your lap when I have to visit you again next Monday?
A knock at her office door and the voice of her secretary made her jump up and glance at the clock, forgetting her daydreams. There was still a lot of work to do. She hurried to gather the evidence that would prove that the District Attorney, Robert Fairfax, was responsible for Tony's conviction.
In 1995, while on vacation in Puerto Rico, Mr. Fairfax was under suspicion of distributing cocaine to children. Charges were never filed, due to lack of evidence; however, the Puerto Rican police chief would not let his suspicions rest. Out of frustration and anger for lack of evidence, he spoke out publicly regarding the incident. This enraged the American District Attorney. Mr. Fairfax set out to make the police chief and his force appear unlawful. When the Taylor murder came about it created the opportunity to take down one of the best detectives on the Puerto Rican police force. To dishonor the police chief and his gallant men meant revenge for Mr. Fairfax.
Tony Ramirez was the best detective on the force; it was he who paid the awful price.
***
Blond hair. Blond hair all over his pillow. All over his face. All over his entire body. At first it caressed him, but it felt more uncomfortable with every second. It scratched his skin. Slowly it slid around his throat like a snake. He almost could not breathe. He gasped for air while the strands come around his body like ropes to tie him together, making it impossible for him to move. Tony felt himself losing consciousness as he heard terrible, arrogant female laughter: "Ha ha, Tony, trust me, ha ha, what a mistake!!!"
Suddenly a horrible pain met his stomach, followed by an unbelievable loud noise. He put his hands in the direction of the pain but couldn't make it disappear. AGAIN!! Another hit; this time in his chest, only inches away from his heart. His hands cannot save him. His whole body is all on flames when another sound slowly enters his mind...
"Mister Ramirez, Mister Ramirez!!" Tony finally opened his eyes. It was THE dream. THE terrible nightmare. He still clutched his stomach. His head was spinning.
"Your visitor has arrived " The watcher entered Tony's room. Slowly the poor prisoner came to his senses. It took almost an eternity till he noticed that he was in the prison cell, Sarah far away from him.
"Hurry up!! Your visitor is busy!! " Tony was awake now. He was going to get a guest again. Silently he prayed it would be Monica. He quickly took his white shirt and pulled it over his head, closed the buttons of his jeans. When he searched for the cord to tie his long hair back, the unfriendly man at the door snarled, "There is no time, come on!" So Tony hastily combed his wild curls with his fingers as they made their way through the prison.
***
Down the long cement corridor she walked, thinking of Tony. She entered the conference room with her stomach full of butterflies. In her mind she could see his angelic face and his firm body. She could almost smell his sent. She couldn't think of such things now, for there was work to be done. She sighed. It's almost over with, my love.
When he entered the room, Monica stood up, almost gasping when she saw him. That wild hair made him look like he was from another century. He almost looked like an Arabian prince. When she reached out to greet him, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his eyes. She started to shake and it seemed an eternity till she was able to stammer, " Hello Mr. Ramirez." In her mind she added, I'd like to fuck you.
He answered in a husky, still sleepy, voice, "Hello M...iss Charpenter." And it seemed her that he was about to say Monica instead her last name.
"Please leave us alone," she begged the watcher.
"Are you sure, Miss Charpenter? This guy is a killer!" he replied.
"Yes, I'm sure. And I'm not sure if this man is a killer," she said.
After the door closed behind him they sat at the table again, like a week ago. Facing each other, Monica almost completely forgot why she came. The dark man fascinated her. Fascinated her so much that she dreamed about him almost every night. And they were not harmless dreams. She always woke up with her hands between her thighs and a pleasurable feeling in her groin, between sweaty sheets, not sweaty because of fear. She sighed and tried to concentrate again. But the chest curls, which she could see at his open shirt distracted her again, like the tattoos did when she visited him previously.
She seemed nervous to him. She wore a blue dress with a slit up the side, with blue high heels with a strap around the ankle, as if to say, 'fuck me.' Yeah, Tony thought, those fuck-me-shoes. He loved those shoes with the thin strap that fit high on the ankle. They were so sexy, just like the beautiful woman whom he adored. He looked at her and wanted to kiss her berry colored lips, but he knew this was not the time. There was business to conduct.
"Tony, I have the most wonderful news." Monica didn't notice that she used his first name as she always did when she spoke to him in her mind.
He realized it immediately and a half smile came up on his face but disappeared immediately as she told him of the corruption at the DA's office.
"At the time of the trial, Mr. Fairfax was out to disgrace the Puerto Rican police force. With you visiting this country from Puerto Rico, this left the door open for Mr. Fairfax to use you to get at the police chief for accusing him of distributing drugs to children." She explained what she found out in her research, her voice full of excitement and her eyes dancing over him as she talked. "I have worked on this case for seven months, and I finally have this crazy man, and Dr. Sarah Taylor. She lied and planted the gun in your hand when you lay unconscious on the floor. He knows she is a liar, and did all he could to hang this crime on you. He is a revengeful man".
"Oh my God, Monica! Thank you!" Tony glanced joyfully at her also using her first name and without hesitating he took her hands in his and kissed them gently.
"Do you think we can convince them of that? Do you have enough important evidence?" When Monica looked up into his big questioning eyes she was ready to kiss his seductive mouth and bent forward; at that moment the door opened. They parted immediately.
"Do you need my help?" the warden asked. "Did he hurt you? I saw him near you..."
"Did he WHAT?" Totally puzzled, Monica looked at the stupid man who interrupted the dreamlike moment.
"Please leave us alone, Mr. Ramirez is absolutely innocent." She stood up and opened the door for the warden again, he hesitantly left, and she closed the door behind him. Now Tony and Monica tried to concentrate on the case, talking about how to behave at the hearing.
***
The last day of the month had finally arrived; the day the truth would set them free. Tony sat in the court, handcuffs around his wrists and he could only think of the next few moments; would they bring him freedom to live with the woman he deeply loved, or death?
Monica also was there; she was very nervous, reading her papers again and again. She was not able to look at her client. She knew if she lost this case she'd never see him again, or at least only in jail. She could not bear this thought. Suddenly the audience became silent. Robert Fairfax and Dr. Sarah Taylor, along with their attorneys, had arrived.
When Monica looked up and saw the group, her heart almost stopped. I'll never win, was her timid thought, filling her head like in a nightmare. Her clear mind seemed to be gone. The two attorneys were very impressive; huge men whom she had heard a lot about. They had never lost a case. And Sarah Taylor looked more arrogant then in the photos.
Monica swallowed hard and finally glanced helplessly at Tony. He only had eyes for her, seemed to feel her fears. Smiling, he winked at her and she read his lips, "We'll get them!" Thinking, I love him so much, I MUST get him free, she straightened her back, focused her thoughts on the evidence and began her fight. She remembered all the things she had learned in university, all the experiences she had when she helped her father or when she worked in the Law Office of Maxwell, Dryer and Associates.
***
And after a whole day of testimony, from the early morning till the late evening, with cross-examinations, and endless interrogation of the witnesses, FINALLY Tony Ramirez' handcuffs snapped open and a triumphant smile lit his face. His first urge was to run to Monica and to lift her up and kiss her but that would ruin the whole success. So he only could proudly shake her slim hand, whispering, "You kicked their butts for me, thank you!!!" He felt huge admiration for her and he knew what would follow next when they would together; he could read it in her hazel eyes.
And when he left the hall at the side of his successful attorney and met Sarah Taylor's glance, it couldn't have been icier. He knew he didn't love her anymore and he felt an incredible joy when he saw that two policemen surrounded her and put HER the handcuffs on.
JUSTICE WON!!!
"I'm FREE !!! YOU GOT ME FREE !!!!!!!!" Tony grabbed Monica around her waist and in a wild dance he swirled her around. She felt lots and lots of butterflies in her stomach and laughed and laughed. They were on the beach now after their big success. Finally they were able to behave as they wanted to. No curious crowd around looking at them.
Monica had driven to this hidden place. She wanted to relax now after those terrible weeks of uncertainty and stress. She wanted to be FINALLY absolutely alone with her Tony. All of a sudden he stopped his dance and carefully sat her down on her feet.
"You are the best attorney in the whole world, Miss Monica Charpenter," he whispered breathlessly. "Thank you."
He kissed her nose. "Thank you."
He kissed her left eyelid. "Thank you."
He kissed her right eyelid. And as he was going to kiss her mouth she sighed, "Oh Tony. " She pulled his sweet face closer to her, and stood on tiptoe to put her own lips on his. In the same moment he bent down to her and their lips and tongues met in a deep intimate kiss. Without hesitation. Without shyness. They had gotten to know each other very well in the past few months, and the meaning of their kiss was "I want you. I want you right now." The passionate kiss lasted several minutes. The stroking and caressing one tongue against the other, playing gentle then harder. Her lips sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, licking from his wetness. They both groaned. Their arms pulled each others' bodies as close as they could, wanting to feel their warmth, wanting to feel how fast they got aroused. Monica already felt his hard cock against her thigh when he suddenly stopped the kiss and took her hand.
"Come, come!" he smiled at her and started to run. "I want to feel the water, I want to feel the sand ..." and when they were in the waves he took her in his arms again and added, his lips against her ear, "I want to feel you..." He started to remove her jacket. She looked up at him and removed his jacket too as they could not stop looked deeply into each other's eyes. They threw the jackets far away in the sand. When the next wave made them wet, he kissed her again, and pulled her into the water. It felt wonderful. She could feel his muscles beneath the wet material of his shirt as his lips started to move down her throat. She arched her body towards his mouth, wanting to feel his lips on her erect nipples beneath the wet blouse. And while he licked her, she sighed and moaned, pulled his shirt out of his jeans.
"Let's get those clothes off," he whispered. "I want to see your beauty in the moonlight."
"I want to see yours too," she whispered back. And when he lay on the sand like a Greek god she started to kiss him again. Her fingers moved all over him, as he lay there in silence enjoying her touch. "Oh Monica, oh Monica," he sighed every time her kiss awakened a new part of his skin; when she moved through his chest hair with her lips and tongue as her fingers caressed his most erect part.
Oh my god, is he beautiful she thought. When she started to lick his nipples and her hand grabbed his hard balls, he arched his body against her, whispered "More." And she gave him more.
She took his big member in her mouth and gentle sucked at the smooth tip. And when she started to circle around it her body she wanted to feel him to and she offered herself to him. She was swollen and wet like she had never been before. There, she felt the tip of his tongue exactly on the throbbing center of her lust. A gentle touch. Then a gentle sucking.
Oh, heaven!! She thought and answered him with her tongue playing around his cock. His tongue moved back and forth now on her nether lips, tenderly caressing them, and then pushing inside and outside again. Licked and sucked. She couldn't bear it anymore. Her body was on fire. She felt the highest wave of her pleasure was coming. She pressed her body against him. Held his head tightly between her thighs. The world was gone. There was only his tongue and his luscious cock thrusting into her mouth. She tasted the first drop of his release. He shifted and sighed beneath her. Sucked one more time at her swollen lips, at her clit and she did too at his smooth tip and they both came together to a wonderful sweet pleasure, their bodies shaking with their climax.
"Hmm that was great," she sighed in his arms after a few seconds, lying beside him in the sand, playing with his long curls.
"Yes," he whispered back, a happy smile on his face, "but look at me!"
She glanced down on him and giggled, "oh my poor beloved man." She reached out to take his penis, which was already hard again, in her hand. "Come inside me," she begged, spreading her legs.
"I love you Monica, you don't know how much." And again he started to kiss her while he drove slowly into her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, sucked in her breath very hard and gave herself to Tony Ramirez.
Index
With the cold rain pounding the window of cell 218, Tony Ramirez sat on the edge of his bed, writing his first letter to the Law Office of Maxwell, Dryer and Associates. They were small firm in Seattle, who in the past year had proven they were quite capable of handling a case such as his with success. The day was quickly coming to a close, and he desperately needed to get the letter completed. He had spent all day in the prison's law library doing further research on the appeals process. This was his last chance at gaining freedom. Three long years of hearings, followed by disappointments, and deep anguish, had put a strain on Tony's confidence, and dreams of ever being found innocent. Now it was time to take a different path. At the advice of the prison's Chaplain, Tony again, began the process of gaining freedom. This letter, and the people to whom it was addressed, was his last hope.
***
As the Warden poured the last cup of coffee from the burnt pot, the phone rang.
"Mr. DeOliveira, this is Monica Charpenter. I'm an attorney here in Seattle, at the Law Office of Maxwell, Dryer, and Associates. Seven months ago, I received a letter from one of your inmates, Tony Ramirez, and I would like to schedule a time to meet with him." Before the Warden could say a word, Monica told him, "I will be there this afternoon at 2:00 p.m., and I expect him to be ready for me. And one more thing, Mr. DeOliveira, I don't want him to know who his visitor is until I arrive and tell him myself. Is that clear?"
"Let me tell you something, Ms. Charpenter, I'm sick and tired of arrogant, god-almighty attorneys telling me how to run my prison. Attorneys are all the same," the fat little, bald-headed Warden screeched. "I will not stand for you telling me how to conduct business."
Monica sighed deeply. "As I said, I will be there at 2:00 p.m. sharp, so have him ready." She threw the phone down, and walked to the sofa to rummage through the old newspapers. There, on the front page of a three-year-old newspaper, was the article of Mr. Taylor's murder three years ago.
Monica graduated from Harvard in 1988. She had followed her father's footsteps despite her mother's disapproval. Her mother would have preferred a more traditional lifestyle for her daughter, one with children, and a loving husband, as she had experienced with Monica's father for 33 years. She disliked Monica having a career, and being out in the world on her own.
However, Monica was not always alone, she had many men friends. Lovers would come and go at either their choosing or hers. Her last boyfriend, Sean, whom she had been dating for about a year, showed no signs of ever committing to a long-term relationship, which Monica so much wanted. She was ready to settle into marriage, and continue on with her career. After deep soul searching, Monica chose to end the relationship.
She regretted not accepting the offer of Public Defender for the Tony Ramirez case. She had lost confidence after losing the McMurphy case; Joann McMurphy had been sentenced to life imprisonment for killing the man who had molested her son. Monica fought hard to prove Joann was temporally insane at the time of the shooting. But she lost the case. Joann was locked away. Since then, Monica did not feel capable of tackling such difficult cases as the one Tony Ramirez represented. She was afraid of failure; she did not want to be the one who lost for him. Thus she had turned down the chance to represent him
Now Monica was a private attorney, who was willing to take the case for no compensation. She felt the need to fight her own private demons, and if she could crack this case it would be a way of restoring her lost confidence. Maybe, just maybe, she could prove who really killed Henry Taylor, Dr. Sarah Taylor's father.
***
Tony sat in his cell awaiting the arrival of a guard to take him down to the exercise yard for his daily workout. Despite his feeling of hopelessness, Tony continued to work out at the suggestion of the prison psychologist, who believed daily exercise would help reduce Tony's depression. He stood at the sound of his cell door being electronically released. The Warden's assistant, a beady-eyed man named Ralph Wallace, opened his door. The little man must have spent too long in the Warden's service; he was beginning to take on some of the same sleazy characteristics.
"Why, Mr. Wallace, what have I done to deserve such a surprise visit from you?" Tony asked sarcastically.
"Mr. Ramirez, I've come to inform you that you have a visitor scheduled for this afternoon at 2:00. Someone will come for you at 1:45 to escort you to conference room. You will not have your usual outside activities today. Instead you will only be allowed this one outing." The assistant could not look Tony in the face.
"Why is that, Mr. Wallace?" Who is this visitor?"
"The identity of the visitor is to remain private until their arrival. "Don't ask any more questions, Mr. Ramirez, or you will lose your outside yard rights for the entire month".
Tony turned from the assistant and sat down again to await the arrival of his mysterious visitor. He could not fathom who it could be. His cousin, Maria, had quit coming to visit him well over a year ago, for she couldn't bear to see him incarcerated for something he had not done. She was heartbroken over the trial that had convicted her beloved cousin. The visitor couldn't possible be either of his parents, because they lived in Puerto Rico, and were very poor, unable to afford airfare to see their son. Friends had quit coming too; they were too embarrassed by all the news, and the idea of having a convicted killer for a friend was disturbing to them. For the last three years, Tony Ramirez was a man left all alone in the world to fight his own battles. Tony could only believe that the visitor was another annoying member of the press looking for another story to make money on.
It was almost 1:45 p.m., and Tony had half an hour to prepare for his visitor. Back in his cell, he went through his belongings, and found his red shirt, and his usual prison blue denim pants. The inmates were allowed one personal item to wear on special occasions, if they so choose. The item he hated the most was the prison sandals that all the inmates were required to wear. He would wear them with dark blue socks, hoping the dark color would look like normal shoes of some sort. He could never figure out why they were issued such ugly sandals, except that they were hideous in appearance, and it somehow stripped the person of their personal dignity.
He heard footsteps approaching, and then the electronic buzzer releasing his door. He followed the guard down the ramp to the conference room. Standing, looking out the window was a woman of average height. She was thin, and seemed delicate. Her back was to the door as he entered. When she turned towards him, he saw a woman of simple beauty. She wore a dark blue suit with an emerald green blouse, which brought out the green in her hazel eyes. There was a small silver brooch of a cat on her lapel. Her hair was dark brown, cut into an exquisite bob. Her skin was porcelain, and it was lightly brushed with a soft berry hue, with the same color lightly placed on her lips.
"Mr. Ramirez. I don't know if you remember me. My name is Monica Charpenter, and I'm one of the associate attorneys at Maxwell, Dryer and Associates; you wrote us to several months ago. If you remember at the time of your trial, I was employed as a defense attorney." She reached for his hand to shake as he reached for hers. She felt his embrace, and the warm gentleness of his skin against hers.
"Yes, yes, I know who you are, I remember you well." Tony was completely surprised by his visitor. He couldn't believe it was really she. His eyes never left her; he followed the curve of her face until their eyes met. She smiled softly. "Mr. Ramirez, please have a seat". Her voice was soft, but commanding. She seemed to have a gentle quality to her, yet she carried herself with confidence. She took the seat across from him at the table. He couldn't help but notice her nail polish was a cool mauve on well-manicured nails, and there was the soft fragrance of jasmine. They faced each other very seriously and their work began.
On the first day he only told her the facts of the case. It was not hard for him to remember because the nightmares came to him almost every night. He left out his feelings. He didn't want to know someone else about it. Especially NOT a woman. But he was very surprised how much attention she gave to his words, how very well she listened to him, wrote notes down, asked special questions which helped to get more into the subject.
On the second day, after some hesitation, he started to speak about his relationship with Sarah Taylor. Tony explained how much he fell in love with her and wanted to help her and that he thought she'd know nothing about her own madness. He thought he could cure her. Tony actually had promised himself on that fateful day; NEVER trust a woman again! But Monica Charpenter seemed very honest to him, very caring about his case.
At the third meeting, she told him, how much it meant to her to win this case and that she had already found some very important evidence. When she left him in that afternoon, their eyes met for the first time for some minutes. They seemed to search for the truth in each other's souls.
Tony, I know you are innocent, she thought, and suppressed the strong urge to reach out and to put the strand of hair back behind his ear.
Monica...Monica…Tony paced restlessly through his prison cell. He could not get this bombshell of a figure out of his mind. Those hazel eyes, those slim fingers, which moved through the documents she brought to their meetings. He knew he should think of his case and the process and that she had come to help him. But, all he could think of was her body, her warm, determined voice and the way she looked at him while talking. He sighed. Since the last meeting his jeans seem too tight and now they became worse. He had not thought of a woman since his terrible experience with Sarah Taylor. That bitch, who ruined his life completely. Who made him fall in love with her and then sent him to jail with all her lies. But, this Ms. Charpenter was another person. She meant hope. She was possibly the door to freedom AND she was so beautiful. Those long sexy legs covered in black stockings. "DAMN IT" he muttered through his teeth and pressed his hands against his growing bulge, which ached in his jeans. He decided to take a cold shower to clear his mind. (He was one of the lucky prisoners who had his own little bathroom in their new cellblock.)
But, the icy water did not help. His poor penis was still big and hard. For too long he had not been with a woman and now destiny sent such a wonderful example his way. He sighed deeply again and took his arousal in both of his hands, imagining that it was in her hands, curling around it. Massaging, caressing. At first very slowly and then an urgent moan escaped his mouth. Then harder, and faster. He threw his head back, his eyes closed. In his mind he saw her beside him in the shower, without clothes. Her knowing hands doing their very experienced work, rubbing, stroking his lonely member.
Yeah querida, this feels wonderful! And with a last fast movement and a sudden cry he released himself. "Shit!!" His fist pounded against the edge of the shower, where he sat exhausted. "How can I work with her seriously when I'm only able to think of THAT and always have the feeling I'd stare hungrily at her." Sad and without knowing what to do he let his head fall down on his hands.
***
Monica sat at her desk, staring at the photo of Tony Ramirez in the three year old newspaper. How could this whore do such horrible things to this most sexy and lovely man? She asked herself, thoughtfully touching the photo in front of her. Even in the black and white she could see the intensity of his eyes. We MUST win this case, handsome man!!! And without hesitating she bent down and kissed the well-shaped lips on the picture. But, how are we going to do this, without me jumping into your lap when I have to visit you again next Monday?
A knock at her office door and the voice of her secretary made her jump up and glance at the clock, forgetting her daydreams. There was still a lot of work to do. She hurried to gather the evidence that would prove that the District Attorney, Robert Fairfax, was responsible for Tony's conviction.
In 1995, while on vacation in Puerto Rico, Mr. Fairfax was under suspicion of distributing cocaine to children. Charges were never filed, due to lack of evidence; however, the Puerto Rican police chief would not let his suspicions rest. Out of frustration and anger for lack of evidence, he spoke out publicly regarding the incident. This enraged the American District Attorney. Mr. Fairfax set out to make the police chief and his force appear unlawful. When the Taylor murder came about it created the opportunity to take down one of the best detectives on the Puerto Rican police force. To dishonor the police chief and his gallant men meant revenge for Mr. Fairfax.
Tony Ramirez was the best detective on the force; it was he who paid the awful price.
***
Blond hair. Blond hair all over his pillow. All over his face. All over his entire body. At first it caressed him, but it felt more uncomfortable with every second. It scratched his skin. Slowly it slid around his throat like a snake. He almost could not breathe. He gasped for air while the strands come around his body like ropes to tie him together, making it impossible for him to move. Tony felt himself losing consciousness as he heard terrible, arrogant female laughter: "Ha ha, Tony, trust me, ha ha, what a mistake!!!"
Suddenly a horrible pain met his stomach, followed by an unbelievable loud noise. He put his hands in the direction of the pain but couldn't make it disappear. AGAIN!! Another hit; this time in his chest, only inches away from his heart. His hands cannot save him. His whole body is all on flames when another sound slowly enters his mind...
"Mister Ramirez, Mister Ramirez!!" Tony finally opened his eyes. It was THE dream. THE terrible nightmare. He still clutched his stomach. His head was spinning.
"Your visitor has arrived " The watcher entered Tony's room. Slowly the poor prisoner came to his senses. It took almost an eternity till he noticed that he was in the prison cell, Sarah far away from him.
"Hurry up!! Your visitor is busy!! " Tony was awake now. He was going to get a guest again. Silently he prayed it would be Monica. He quickly took his white shirt and pulled it over his head, closed the buttons of his jeans. When he searched for the cord to tie his long hair back, the unfriendly man at the door snarled, "There is no time, come on!" So Tony hastily combed his wild curls with his fingers as they made their way through the prison.
***
Down the long cement corridor she walked, thinking of Tony. She entered the conference room with her stomach full of butterflies. In her mind she could see his angelic face and his firm body. She could almost smell his sent. She couldn't think of such things now, for there was work to be done. She sighed. It's almost over with, my love.
When he entered the room, Monica stood up, almost gasping when she saw him. That wild hair made him look like he was from another century. He almost looked like an Arabian prince. When she reached out to greet him, she couldn't tear her gaze away from his eyes. She started to shake and it seemed an eternity till she was able to stammer, " Hello Mr. Ramirez." In her mind she added, I'd like to fuck you.
He answered in a husky, still sleepy, voice, "Hello M...iss Charpenter." And it seemed her that he was about to say Monica instead her last name.
"Please leave us alone," she begged the watcher.
"Are you sure, Miss Charpenter? This guy is a killer!" he replied.
"Yes, I'm sure. And I'm not sure if this man is a killer," she said.
After the door closed behind him they sat at the table again, like a week ago. Facing each other, Monica almost completely forgot why she came. The dark man fascinated her. Fascinated her so much that she dreamed about him almost every night. And they were not harmless dreams. She always woke up with her hands between her thighs and a pleasurable feeling in her groin, between sweaty sheets, not sweaty because of fear. She sighed and tried to concentrate again. But the chest curls, which she could see at his open shirt distracted her again, like the tattoos did when she visited him previously.
She seemed nervous to him. She wore a blue dress with a slit up the side, with blue high heels with a strap around the ankle, as if to say, 'fuck me.' Yeah, Tony thought, those fuck-me-shoes. He loved those shoes with the thin strap that fit high on the ankle. They were so sexy, just like the beautiful woman whom he adored. He looked at her and wanted to kiss her berry colored lips, but he knew this was not the time. There was business to conduct.
"Tony, I have the most wonderful news." Monica didn't notice that she used his first name as she always did when she spoke to him in her mind.
He realized it immediately and a half smile came up on his face but disappeared immediately as she told him of the corruption at the DA's office.
"At the time of the trial, Mr. Fairfax was out to disgrace the Puerto Rican police force. With you visiting this country from Puerto Rico, this left the door open for Mr. Fairfax to use you to get at the police chief for accusing him of distributing drugs to children." She explained what she found out in her research, her voice full of excitement and her eyes dancing over him as she talked. "I have worked on this case for seven months, and I finally have this crazy man, and Dr. Sarah Taylor. She lied and planted the gun in your hand when you lay unconscious on the floor. He knows she is a liar, and did all he could to hang this crime on you. He is a revengeful man".
"Oh my God, Monica! Thank you!" Tony glanced joyfully at her also using her first name and without hesitating he took her hands in his and kissed them gently.
"Do you think we can convince them of that? Do you have enough important evidence?" When Monica looked up into his big questioning eyes she was ready to kiss his seductive mouth and bent forward; at that moment the door opened. They parted immediately.
"Do you need my help?" the warden asked. "Did he hurt you? I saw him near you..."
"Did he WHAT?" Totally puzzled, Monica looked at the stupid man who interrupted the dreamlike moment.
"Please leave us alone, Mr. Ramirez is absolutely innocent." She stood up and opened the door for the warden again, he hesitantly left, and she closed the door behind him. Now Tony and Monica tried to concentrate on the case, talking about how to behave at the hearing.
***
The last day of the month had finally arrived; the day the truth would set them free. Tony sat in the court, handcuffs around his wrists and he could only think of the next few moments; would they bring him freedom to live with the woman he deeply loved, or death?
Monica also was there; she was very nervous, reading her papers again and again. She was not able to look at her client. She knew if she lost this case she'd never see him again, or at least only in jail. She could not bear this thought. Suddenly the audience became silent. Robert Fairfax and Dr. Sarah Taylor, along with their attorneys, had arrived.
When Monica looked up and saw the group, her heart almost stopped. I'll never win, was her timid thought, filling her head like in a nightmare. Her clear mind seemed to be gone. The two attorneys were very impressive; huge men whom she had heard a lot about. They had never lost a case. And Sarah Taylor looked more arrogant then in the photos.
Monica swallowed hard and finally glanced helplessly at Tony. He only had eyes for her, seemed to feel her fears. Smiling, he winked at her and she read his lips, "We'll get them!" Thinking, I love him so much, I MUST get him free, she straightened her back, focused her thoughts on the evidence and began her fight. She remembered all the things she had learned in university, all the experiences she had when she helped her father or when she worked in the Law Office of Maxwell, Dryer and Associates.
***
And after a whole day of testimony, from the early morning till the late evening, with cross-examinations, and endless interrogation of the witnesses, FINALLY Tony Ramirez' handcuffs snapped open and a triumphant smile lit his face. His first urge was to run to Monica and to lift her up and kiss her but that would ruin the whole success. So he only could proudly shake her slim hand, whispering, "You kicked their butts for me, thank you!!!" He felt huge admiration for her and he knew what would follow next when they would together; he could read it in her hazel eyes.
And when he left the hall at the side of his successful attorney and met Sarah Taylor's glance, it couldn't have been icier. He knew he didn't love her anymore and he felt an incredible joy when he saw that two policemen surrounded her and put HER the handcuffs on.
JUSTICE WON!!!
"I'm FREE !!! YOU GOT ME FREE !!!!!!!!" Tony grabbed Monica around her waist and in a wild dance he swirled her around. She felt lots and lots of butterflies in her stomach and laughed and laughed. They were on the beach now after their big success. Finally they were able to behave as they wanted to. No curious crowd around looking at them.
Monica had driven to this hidden place. She wanted to relax now after those terrible weeks of uncertainty and stress. She wanted to be FINALLY absolutely alone with her Tony. All of a sudden he stopped his dance and carefully sat her down on her feet.
"You are the best attorney in the whole world, Miss Monica Charpenter," he whispered breathlessly. "Thank you."
He kissed her nose. "Thank you."
He kissed her left eyelid. "Thank you."
He kissed her right eyelid. And as he was going to kiss her mouth she sighed, "Oh Tony. " She pulled his sweet face closer to her, and stood on tiptoe to put her own lips on his. In the same moment he bent down to her and their lips and tongues met in a deep intimate kiss. Without hesitation. Without shyness. They had gotten to know each other very well in the past few months, and the meaning of their kiss was "I want you. I want you right now." The passionate kiss lasted several minutes. The stroking and caressing one tongue against the other, playing gentle then harder. Her lips sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, licking from his wetness. They both groaned. Their arms pulled each others' bodies as close as they could, wanting to feel their warmth, wanting to feel how fast they got aroused. Monica already felt his hard cock against her thigh when he suddenly stopped the kiss and took her hand.
"Come, come!" he smiled at her and started to run. "I want to feel the water, I want to feel the sand ..." and when they were in the waves he took her in his arms again and added, his lips against her ear, "I want to feel you..." He started to remove her jacket. She looked up at him and removed his jacket too as they could not stop looked deeply into each other's eyes. They threw the jackets far away in the sand. When the next wave made them wet, he kissed her again, and pulled her into the water. It felt wonderful. She could feel his muscles beneath the wet material of his shirt as his lips started to move down her throat. She arched her body towards his mouth, wanting to feel his lips on her erect nipples beneath the wet blouse. And while he licked her, she sighed and moaned, pulled his shirt out of his jeans.
"Let's get those clothes off," he whispered. "I want to see your beauty in the moonlight."
"I want to see yours too," she whispered back. And when he lay on the sand like a Greek god she started to kiss him again. Her fingers moved all over him, as he lay there in silence enjoying her touch. "Oh Monica, oh Monica," he sighed every time her kiss awakened a new part of his skin; when she moved through his chest hair with her lips and tongue as her fingers caressed his most erect part.
Oh my god, is he beautiful she thought. When she started to lick his nipples and her hand grabbed his hard balls, he arched his body against her, whispered "More." And she gave him more.
She took his big member in her mouth and gentle sucked at the smooth tip. And when she started to circle around it her body she wanted to feel him to and she offered herself to him. She was swollen and wet like she had never been before. There, she felt the tip of his tongue exactly on the throbbing center of her lust. A gentle touch. Then a gentle sucking.
Oh, heaven!! She thought and answered him with her tongue playing around his cock. His tongue moved back and forth now on her nether lips, tenderly caressing them, and then pushing inside and outside again. Licked and sucked. She couldn't bear it anymore. Her body was on fire. She felt the highest wave of her pleasure was coming. She pressed her body against him. Held his head tightly between her thighs. The world was gone. There was only his tongue and his luscious cock thrusting into her mouth. She tasted the first drop of his release. He shifted and sighed beneath her. Sucked one more time at her swollen lips, at her clit and she did too at his smooth tip and they both came together to a wonderful sweet pleasure, their bodies shaking with their climax.
"Hmm that was great," she sighed in his arms after a few seconds, lying beside him in the sand, playing with his long curls.
"Yes," he whispered back, a happy smile on his face, "but look at me!"
She glanced down on him and giggled, "oh my poor beloved man." She reached out to take his penis, which was already hard again, in her hand. "Come inside me," she begged, spreading her legs.
"I love you Monica, you don't know how much." And again he started to kiss her while he drove slowly into her. She dug her fingers into his shoulders, sucked in her breath very hard and gave herself to Tony Ramirez.
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