"Ethics," Liberty emphasized with a firm tone, although she felt weak, weak and horny as she spoke to Keats on the phone."We can't."
"Screw ethics," he told her."Ethics don't mean squat.I can't hold ethics, I can't kiss ethics, I can't make love to ethics."
"Neither can I, but that's the way it is."She hated to do this, especially when their relationship had taken off from tentative to a firm possibility.But for the sake of their careers and professional self-preservation, they had to cool it for awhile.
"The trial hasn't started yet," Keats reminded her."And this is Easter Sunday, a holy day for rest and reflection, and I say we rest and reflect together with no business, no politics, no legalese to get in the way.In fact, why don't I lay my head on your lap and you can recite poetry t
