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Subject: {ASSM} <Dulcinea> CASE STUDY by Jimmy Hat
Date: Tue,  5 Jun 2001 03:10:04 -0400
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CASE STUDY 
Copyright 2001 by Jimmy Hat
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"That was an interesting case," she said. "Don't you 
think?" 

"Interesting?" he said. "I would think you would have 
something less favorable to say about it." 

"Why's that?" she asked. 

He studied her for a moment before answering. "It seems 
like you went through a lot for us to have actually 
nailed them on account of their bookkeeping." 

"It wasn't that bad," she said. "Besides, I got all 
that money in tips." 

He laughed. "Thanks again, for dinner, by the way." 

"My pleasure," she answered. "I just hope they don't 
mind when I pay for it with all these one dollar 
bills." 

He drank his coffee. It was her turn to study him. "You 
never told me exactly how you got that bookkeeper to 
cooperate." 

"No, I suppose I left that out," he said. He stared 
into the coffee mug, and saw Krista's dark black eyes 
look back at him. Who would have guessed that the best 
looking woman in that flesh pot would have been a CPA 
working in the back office? Much less that she would be 
drawn to him. 

"Tough job, sometimes, isn't it?" she said. 

He sighed and nodded. Tougher still to see Krista in 
handcuffs after she had done so much to help them, 
after what the two of them had done together. He would 
never forget that hungry look on her face the way she 
gripped the edge of the desk as he licked her. Her arms 
just locked up in place, and the muscles flexed. With 
her shoulders pushed forward, those slender arms pushed 
her bare breasts together to form more beautiful 
cleavage than any dress or bra could manage. He never 
wanted to stop kissing her like that, never wanted to 
leave that view. 

"Don't beat yourself up over it," she said. "She 
flipped. She'll take a plea, and probably walk with no 
jail time." 

"I know," he said. 

"You did what you had to. If we had known about it 
sooner, I wouldn't have gone on that stage." 

"Like I said, you went through a lot. Sorry about 
that." 

"Sorry for what? You know me better than that. I had 
fun. I think I might be catching cold, though. Those 
pasties don't provide a lot of insulation." 

Instead of making a remark, he simply finished his 
coffee. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

"Sure," he replied. 

"Why didn't you watch me on stage? I mean, I'm glad you 
met that bookkeeper, and it was by chance when you left 
the show, but why?" 

He thought on it for a moment. "I guess I wasn't 
exactly comfortable with you up there like that." 

"Not comfortable?" 

"Right." 

"Do you think I looked silly?" 

"No." 

"Not good looking enough?" 

"Ha! I would not expect a lack of self confidence from 
you." 

"And I wouldn't expect you to shy away from half-naked 
women." 

"This is different," he said with a dismissive wave of 
the hand. 

"Why? Because you work with me?" 

"Yes," he said. 

"So what about the bookkeeper, then? Would you have 
watched her dancing on that stage in a string and 
smile?" 

His thoughts went back to Krista. She could melt that 
brass pole with her legs. He knew the answer to the 
question. "Maybe it's not just working together," he 
said. "Maybe I'm a little protective." 

"Protective or jealous?" 

"Where is this coming from?" he asked. 

"I don't know, maybe the wine. So are you jealous of 
me?" She bit her lip and bore her blue eyes into his. 

"We made the case. We just had a nice meal. Let's stop 
this." 

"You're just afraid to answer." 

"Oh, really? Well, let me ask you: why do you care that 
I left, or how I flipped the witness?" 

"I'm curious!" 

"Curious or jealous?" 

She bit her lip again, but it was more pensive than 
coquettish. "You're right, we should ditch this 
conversation. Why ruin a good thing, right?"

"My thoughts exactly," he said.

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THE END

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