Chapter Four
Gillian was on her way to court, moving hurriedly through the crowd toward the stone steps of the massive gray building. She almost stumbled in her three inch heels. She was dressed to impress a horny-eyed judge, sure half his decision depended on exactly how much cleavage she could reveal to the lecherous bastard. Gillian liked looking provocative in court, had even gone so far as to wear an almost miniskirt to file a motion before this judge’s even more lecherous predecessor, flashing the man a glimpse of her naked cunt when she bent over. The poor guy had a heart attack two weeks later while hearing a lurid prostitution case, of which Gillian had no part. But it was all deliciously juicy gossip that spiced up what was often a dreary business—especially when her work revolv
