Last Dance - Sex Stories

Last Dance

... have been very thorough. And you'll find the portable recorder in your purse will have nothing on it when you press play later."

Kate glanced at her purse sitting on the table at her right elbow. Just then Jeffry came with their drinks and her salad.

"I suggest you enjoy your meal. As the disease progresses, you will lose your appetite and I understand eating becomes a chore." Bill took a sip of his wine and proceeded to enjoy his soup.

"Alright Bill, you've had your fun. What is this meeting really all about? Why this fantastic story? What do you hope to gain by putting me through this?" She needed to get control of this situation; Bill was starting to worry her.

"You have a keen mind Kate; I have always admired that about you. It really is too bad you have used all that intellect to do bad. You have fully embraced everything that Simpel wanted you to become."

"Les was a great man, cut down way too soon as you well know. I've done my best to follow in his footsteps."

"Yes you have, I can attest to that. As I said before, I know all of your secrets; the backroom deals, questionable convictions, railroading, and the graft. It's quite a list of sins; we have been quite thorough."

"I don't know what you're talking about. And stop saying you've been thorough, it's getting annoying."

"No worries, I didn't come here to get your confession. I came here to tell you about your being sick. And for justice."

"Justice, bah. How does your notion of justice ...

... compare to mine, I have been on the bench for 11 years. You have a lot of nerve! You're nothing but a glorified rent a cop." There, that should knock him back a bit.

"Simpel payed for his crimes, but you never have. I gave you a clean slate 11 years ago in your office. And you didn't take it. You didn't become a better version of yourself. Instead you became 'Simpel, the sequel'. I should have listened to AB back then and taken you out; instead you were emboldened."

"Taken me out! Taken me out! You were too weak to do anything, I had your number. Yes you gave me a clean slate, and I wrote my own story from then on."

"You may be right; maybe I was too weak to do what needed to be done. But that's all water under the bridge, you're going to die. And probably burn in hell for all the bad you've done."

"Bill, Bill, Bill. You somehow don't understand modern medicine. Even if I believed your story about Justin, there are protocols now that can mitigate the worst effects of HIV. And I can certainly afford the best doctors money can buy. Your horror story doesn't scare me."

Their entrees appeared and Kate tucked in. She felt she'd finally got this little dance back on firm footing.

"Actually, I do know quite a bit about modern medicine. At least enough about how it could be used in my professional setting. But enough about that, there's two other things you need to know about my justice. Your entire dossier of bad deeds is right now being delivered to the State Ethics ...