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LUCAS Fifteen years of residence in Kenya's capital city had illuminated my mind into knowing that the world that we dwell in requires a tranquil mind to calculate every next step of progress in lifetime. The fact pervaded my conscience as I sat on the balcony of my apartment in Nyayo estate, sipping tea which turned out to be tasteless due to the acute guilt of murder that was haunting my soul. I had contacted my new lawyer who had assured me that she was already on her way coming, and I eagerly waited for her as I tried in vain to compose myself into a cool posture of an innocent human being. I was to show up in Milimani law courts on Monday, the following week, and the tranquility that I had always termed as the best element in calculating life progress seemed to have evaded from my mind, especially when I recalled that I was only remaining with two days to prepare myself. The fatal death of my second wife Emilia, which had once appeared accidental, had finally been revealed by the intelligence agencies as homicide, with my direct involvement being traced back from the night she passed away under mysterious circumstances. Being at thirty three, still childless, had left me in obliterate darkness of quandary and loneliness, when my first wife Melanie passed away while delivering at Aga Khan hospital. The endless cycle of quandary and lack of a life partner is what had pushed me to put a wedding ring on Emilia's finger, knowing very well that I was putting her life in danger and risking her well being, by soothing her to step into the secrecy of the wedlock with me. Emilia Winfred Kobia had been a loving life partner to me, until the similar storm that had always been snatching my happiness away from my life loomed into our partnership again. I had known earlier that it would still happen, but the truth and pain of her death still striked my nerves, the bitter feeling afresh in my heart as I did what was necessary for my own survival. I had to follow orders, otherwise the orders would have followed me to the grave. Emilia's dead body had been found at the outskirts of city, wrapped in a polythene sack I had acquired from a certain retail in the city center, and I think that's is what the intelligence team had used to trace my involvement in the homicidal act. "Good morning Mr. Lucas," the soft voice of Rita Aroyo, my new lawyer, brought my senses back to the present day world. I had been taken aback by the reverie about the mysterious deaths of my two wives, and the tea I had been taking was already cold due to the long time I had spent struggling with the truth behind the two ladies' deaths. "Good morning Rita, welcome!" I said, with my voice very raspy as I rose from the balcony's chair to greet my new lawyer. I had decided to employ Rita after my long time lawyer, who had aided me into winning Melanie's case, underwent eyes surgery in Germany and made to stay in the hospital for at least two weeks. His name was Ronald Gowa. "It wasn't difficult to locate your apartment. You are a very eminent person in Nyayo estate," Rita said as I ushered her into the apartment's living room, where she sat on one of the leather couches and opened her briefcase to get down into the business of the day. I went to the kitchen carrying the cup with the cold tea and poured the content on the sink, then prepared another hot tea, eggs and hot toast for Rita. I served her and helped her to wash her hands, then engaged in a cool conversation as she took the delicious breakfast. Rita wanted to be very open to me, assuring me that the more open and friendly I would be to her, the greater the chances of winning the case would pave their way for me. "What philosophy tells me as a lawyer is that laws are only written to describe how life would be if humans were angels, and the truth is that we are not angels!" She said and that really amused me, despite the dilemma of bitter thoughts that were still afresh in my mind. "So, let's get down into the business. I need you to express the exact circumstances under which Emilia died, because she died by your own hands. Don't hide anything from me, I am here to acquire quality tactics that I will use to defend your false innocense in court," Rita said after finishing the breakfast and washing her hands. I returned the utensils to the kitchen, trying to gain adequate courage for confessing my crime to one and only person I could trust with my secrets at the moment. Being a very pretty lady with an exotic chocolate skin, capturing sexy body finger and a pleasant voice, Rita turned out to be more beautiful and well-suited in her profession from the way she presented herself to me. I can't deny the fact that I instantly liked her, and even allowed my feelings to reach the extent of admiring her, from the time she stepped into my apartment and brought my senses back from the reverie about my crime to the reality of facing her, getting to notice her beauty of an exotic African origin. By the time I joined her and sat beside her in the leather couch, I was fully prepared to narrate my whole story while capturing a glimpse of her prettiness at the same time. She took out a few papers from her briefcase and started noting down some details as I narrated my story. "I had planned to kill Emilia in our bedroom on this apartment and dump her body in a place I believed it wouldn't be easy for me to be traced easily. Due to the fear of raising alarm to the neighbors, I decided to perform the act at the wee hours of the night, and I did it at exactly 2:00 p.m. Nobody was awake even when I carried her body in a sack and drove to the outskirts of the city, where I dumped it and came back at the same hours of the night. I knew the police officers would come to question me about the incident, and I was prepared to face them since I had already reported the case of my wife missing during the day to cover up my involvement in the homicide. However, what I really needed is a good lawyer to aid me in going through the tough charges that have already been placed on me by her family. Ronald Gowa, my former lawyer, linked me to you. Those are the details I have about Emilia's death, but you are free to ask anything that you think is necessary for my defense in court," I said. "I only have one question Mr. Lucas. Why did you kill Emilia?" Rita enquired as our gazes locked, the beauty of her eyes settling on my face, igniting a light merosity of chills down my spine. I can wasn't prepared to answer the question, for I knew its answer was a dangerous secret that held the final say in my life. Nothing would stop me from going to the grave if I revealed it. Due to my unwillingness to answer the question, I decided to use the moment into seducing the sexy lawyer and relieve myself from the pain of deep thoughts I had been experiencing for a long time. "Why did you kill her? Just tell me," She enquired again, and by the time she was done with her statement, my hand was already in one section of her seductive thighs. She tried to jerk back, but I held the edge of her short skirt and uttered, " You are beautiful, Rita!" "Thank you, but that is not what brought me here, please. I came here to get into the bottom of the reality behind Emilia's death, so that I can initiate a well built tactic for your defense against the accusations that you are already facing in court," She said. I didn't sense annoyance in her voice, although she tried to display it on her face as she pushed my hand away her thighs. She didn't move from where she was seated, she kept staring at me, cautious of my malicious moves as she waited for the answer concerning the reason for Emilia's death. I moved closer to her and our bodies were close enough for me to smell the sweet scent of her expensive perfume. "I did it to prevent her from revealing the secrets of my property ownership," I lied. Rita noted it down and placed the papers back to the briefcase. "I will be here tomorrow for final checkings on the case and give you a chance to understand my defense plan. Please keep everything that we discuss here a secret until we go to court on Monday," she said and rose to leave, but I held her hand and made her to sit back, then slowly brought my mouth into hers, motioning for a kiss. She hesitated and stared at me in disbelief, not resisting even when I placed my hand at the back of her neck and shifted to her collarbone, caressing it gently and motioning her to open up for me. "Just one kiss, please!" I uttered and brought my mouth closer, making our lips to be only a few inches from each. "Please try to..." She tried to speak but left her statement hanging as I swallowed the rest of her words with a deep kiss that I initiated with a swift velocity into her mouth. She didn't resist. She opened up for me and took the pace of the gaudy kiss by allowing her tongue to penetrate and roll in the corners of my mouth. The only one kiss I had asked for turned out to be a long possessive action, lasting for uncountable minutes without any of us withdrawing. Excellent kisser the lady was, she aroused my nerves intensively and sent my right hand diving into her silk hair. I burried it there and held her closer, deepening the sweet kiss and feeding on the silk sweetness of her mouth with adamant pleasure. My left hand went to the trajectory curve of her thighs and tried to separate them. She hestated, and out of arousal I felt my hand grabbing the sleeve of her short skirt and trying to pull it open in order to expose the reachable terminus for diving into the centre of her thighs. I tried for two times in vain, and she opened up for me at the third trial, separating her thighs wide enough for me to take a glimpse on the sexy view of her multicolored undergarment. I withdrew from her mouth and embarked on a new action of seducing the hot lawyer and make her yearn for my hard c*ck. "I want you Rita, right now!" I said as my hands reached for the buttons of her blouse. ********************************* RITA Lucas was my third client since I had began working Independently as a criminal lawyer a year ago. Previously i was working in a certain prominent law firm before I settled for being a lone ranger. This was one of my greatest achievements in my life since only a handful of lawyers had managed to achieve quite as much while still in their twenties. I was hoping his murder case would turn up successful like the previous ones I had dealt with before I was linked to him by by a lawyer friend of mine who had taken a medical leave. Lucas'v case quite complicated but I believed and hoped that I would uncomplicate it. Being a Wednesday midmorning, I received a call from Lucas while still in my office situated at Nairobi CBD requesting me to go to Nyayo Estate, where he resided. Paying him a visit was in my schedule that day so I only finished up a few things that I had to before I leave and then I took my car keys and drove off. This was going to be a out first meet up and traffic not being so high, I roughly took thirty minutes to get to Nyayo. Lucas' place was not that hard to find since he was well known to people and the directions to his apartment were clear to me while on the phone. It was quite an open place and a lavish one which displayed high-end living standards and a posh lifestyle. There were three nice cars parked alongside the two storey building, a V8, a Mercedes C300 and a metallic grey range Rover sport. My eyes landed on one parking spot and I went for it straight forward. I parked my Mazda CX right beside the range Rover sport which at that time seemed like a an ant amongst beasts. I stepped out of the car and went straight towards the door and rang the doorbell. After ringing the doorbell for about five minutes, the door was opened. He was a middle aged tall slightly dark masculine man. He wore a black vest and grey sweatpants that exposed his biceps quite openly. His cleanly shaved built head and plenty of black moustache and beards turned him to be a real hunk. He humbly let me in but I could barely control myself. My eyes were stuck all over him. He was so handsome, I thought to myself. For a minute I forgot what had brought me to his place but then I immediately realized that I was letting my emotions get the best of me and I switched to give him a serious look that meant serious business. I also noticed that he was equally attracted to me but I had to be cautious about not ruining my work. I got into the house and sat on one of his posh cosy and very comfortable grey leather . 'He must be having an obsession for color grey' I thought to myself. The interior of the house looked lavish as well. As one who appreciates good choice of color and good quality furniture, I found the color combinations in his house really amazing. Everything was well placed and matched very well from the flower vases to the wall paintings. Everything revolved around colors white, red, grey, and black and only flowers at specific corners of the house were brightly colored to create a cheerful aura and this added to the very beauty of that house. The only thing that was a bit out of line was the fact that the house was disorganized and dusty as well. It had not been thoroughly cleaned for some time and this would be understandable because of the fact that 'he is a man'. He served me with a glass of tea, eggs and hot toast and I took a few sips before I took out my notes book and a file that I carried along with me. He joined me on the couch while also taking a cup of tea. When he was done with settling, I asked him the first question. I needed him to give a well detailed description of what happened that fateful night. I needed a word by word description of the whole scene and nothing short of the whole truth so that I could plan a proper defense against him. My mind was set and I was not planning to lose this case either way. He immediately turned pale as though I was reminding him of a past trauma experience. He remained silent for a while as if he was hesitant to tell me the details of the incident. "Mr. Lucas am sure you are well aware that this is the second time you are facing murder charges in a court of law and this time it's not going to be any easier. I am asking you to tell me everything that happened that fateful night so that I can have a clear Idea of what to say on your behalf in the presence of a judge. Failure to that you know the least that could happen to to you is a very long jail term. What do you have to say?" I asked my question a second time in an attempt to show the essence of his answer. He finally spoke. It was obvious he was not ready to answer my question. "I did it to prevent her from revealing to the secrets of my property ownership". This did not sound convincing to me but I could not push him any further. After a while I believed I was done and started packing up staff to leave when he suddenly held my hand. I felt some tingling sensation ran through my skin and I could not resist it." You are very beautiful". He finally said in a deep exaggerated voice. "Thank you but that's not what brought me here". I said trying to insist on the seriousness of the matter at hand but deep down I was really shy. He drew closer to me and his intentions were clear to me, and could not even dare to resist because I was feeling the same to be frank. My heart was beating so fast and I could not help it but feel a s****l excitement arousing inside me.