Chapter Five
The next morning was Saturday, usually an at-home working day for me. It was time for me to catch up on my professional reading, leaf through briefs submitted for the next week’s docket, and perhaps work on some opinion that was hanging fire. As my paralegal, Hattie was well aware of this practice, since she had to prepare the materials for me to take home in order to do these tasks free of any extra trips back down the hill from my condo to the courthouse. When I had asked her out the previous night, she had been in the midst of collating those files for me, and they remained on my desk where we had abandoned them after my awkward approach and her gracious response.
The high energy erotic shenanigans of the previous evening had apparently taken its toll, since we both slept
