Angie....Angie Belton....Soloman Foster couldn't stop thinking about her!!!! He lie in bed in his jail cell at Stanga Correctional Facility For Men in upstate Pennsylvania..dreaming about her...
They finished their dinner and went to Josies for drinks and then to the Aqua Bar afterwords......Finally they ended up at Angie's house...
"Well, thank you for a very nice evening Soloman." she said.
"Oh yeah? Well then you should thank me properly...heh, heh heh!" he said.
He got out of his car and let her out....He then moved in for a kiss...Angie moved backwards...He grabbed her and eased her up against the car....
"Now come on baby...We've had a nice evening, eating ,drinking...laughing ,talking...You sure I can't come in?" he asked..
"It's uh just our first date Soloman." she said.
"Now come on baby...We've had a nice evening, eating ,drinking...laughing ,talking...You sure I can't come in?" he asked..
Angie eased out of his embrace...
" Not tonight,Soloman....I have to work tomorrow..." she said..
''So do I...I'd like to do some work tonight...Gooood work.." he said slyly and began kissing her neck and behind her ears..."Damn girl, you smell good." he said.
He eased up on her and kissed her neck and ran his hands up her dress...
"Damnnnnnnnnnnn gurllll,." he said."cOME ON NOW...don't leave me like this...come on..let me come in...just for some coffee?" he said ,still kissing her neck and behind her ears...
"Come on Soloman...We've had a nice night...a nice night...now don't spoil it..." she said as she forecfully removed his hands from under her skirt and broke his embrace.
"How bout a kiss? Come on.....I spent close to $200.00 tonight.." he said.
She kissed him....He pulled her to him and kissed her passionately....She stopped short of letting him put his tongue in her mouth....
"Wow...Come on now...let me come inside for some coffee or something. You've got me kind of steamed up." he said.
"That's why we should stop this...besides...I have neighbors." she said.
"I do too.So let's take it inside baby?" he said trying again to kiss and dry hump her up against his car.
"Okay" she said.
"Huh? What?" he said.
"I said Okay...Come on before I change my mind." she said.
''Wordddd." he said and eagerly followed her inside...
He followed her to her bedroom ,where he helped her out of her tight skirt that hugged every one of her sensuous curves...How long he'd dreamed of that sexy body of hers...
He unhooked her bra and slipped her panties down...She unhooked his trousers and marved at his bulging manhood..
"Ohhh My Goodness...Soloman...." she exclaimed...
"I told you...I told you I had a monster in my pants for you." he said...
Angie ran a tub of warm water...She added great smelling bath salts to the water...
He watched as she got in the tub and washed her body off, every curve..every inch...His penis seemed to grow even larger and it wasn't lost on her...
"Myyy goodness Soloman.." she exclaimed...
He walks her over to the bed whispering how much he wants her, She seems lost in thought. She kisses Soloman, deeply,passionately wrapping him in her arms tightly. He move his hands up and down her sexy body as if he is remembering something , reconnecting.... She is already wet. Soloman is as hard as a rock...
"I want you inside me now...Soloman please...don't make me beg." she nearly screams..
He laughs slyly....He knows that and he enters her and begins to thrust deeply. He catches his breath, she wraps her big legs round him as if he was falling off a cliff.
They quickly get a nice deliberate rhythm. He just wants to go hard and fast, but she slows the two of them down. He can barely stand it. He slows it way down with deep, long strokes that make him feel like he's losing his mind...
They make smooth love, well into the morning...going at it and each other like two hungry lions...
Soloman could hold back no longer...he exploded....violently-
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...." he screamed!
II-
He awoke alone in his bed, in his cell....His sheets were drenched in his semen...He couldn't believe it...He hadn't done something like this since he was 12 years old...He was embarrassed and humiliated all at once...Part of his dream had been real...but part of it was what he had wished had happened..He remembered that night...Angie had sent him home with a bad case of "blue balls.."
It was at this moment that he felt at his lowest...He had once been an Assistant District Attorney in the city of Philadelphia...He had once sent people to places like this...and now here he was ..In prison himself...stripped of his license to practice law, despised by all but maybe two of his old associates...and alone...
Maybe the one woman he might have ever really loved was out of his reach..Some guy,three years younger was sharing her bed, her sweet kisses, her soft good smelling skin..
On The bright side, if you could call it that...Soloman had a good chance of making parole soon.....He had been a model prisoner...Not one disciplinary infraction...He worked in the kitchen by day...spent his afternoon hours playing chess with some of the other inmates... or sitting in his cell staring at the night time sky...Dreaming of the life he used to have...in Philadelphia...When he was an Asssitant District Attorney.Few of the other inmates here actually knew who he had been...They knew he had been a lawyer.
They thought that he had just committed some white collar crime...There was no one here who he had sent to prison...ADA Keith Wallace had made sure of that ,for his safety....
Keith Wallace had remained a loyal friend to him, even though he,Soloman had betrayed him...Keith Wallace still did his best to make sure that Soloman was safe.. Stanga Correctional Center for Men was a prison for mostly non-violent offenders, first time offenders and honor inmates...None of the hardcore murderers, rapists, serial killers or Drug Kingpins were here.
About half of the inmates were homosexual....They were least likely to cause any trouble...They didn't want to be seperated from their lovers and they didn't want to be in a hard core prison where they'd be raped and victimized...
The married prisoners were allowed to have conjugal visits once a month...There was a cottage area where they could stay with their wives...He was not married, but was on such good terms with the Warden and the administration...that he was told he could have a conjugal visit if he wanted one.. He had written to Angie and had told her this and had begged her to come up and spend a weekend with him...She flat out refused..
She said that she wasn't his wife and not even his girlfriend... Yet she had visited him once and brought him some pastries from Sam Mothers Diner in Fishtown...and she had taken his phone calls for awhile and had even written back to him two or three times...Then it all stopped...She sent a letter to him saying that she didn't want to lead him on ,make him think that they had a future of a relationship....That letter damn near killed him..
He was resigned to do his time ,the entire three to six years...and then his buddy, Robert Foxworth began writing him and visiting him and talking about how he could possibly be paroled soon and even might be able to practice law again...He thought Robert had finally lost his mind...But Robert kept on talking about the possibilities and giving him hope...He kept thinking about who he used to be......
He had been a lawyer, had a nice condo...Had money in the bank...
He still had money...He had made good money and had invested well...His lawyer and friend, Robert Foxworth kept money on his books.. He was able to have a Television with basic cable in his cell and keep his magazine subscriptions...It wasn't much, but it made life bearable...He even had an Ipad mini and a smartphone....But he had nobody to call except Robert....
His only other friend...ADA Keith Wallace ,the man who had sent him here..Called him and wrote to him some times...Soloman didn't begrudge Keith Wallace, he was just doing his job...Keith had always been the smartest and smoothest of the three of them...Him, Robert Foxworth and Keith Wallace... Keith had married a woman he,Soloman had coveted himself for years , but who had never given him the time of day...A pretty Puerto Rican Detective named Carlotta Rodriguez...
Soloman had known Carlotta since she had been a teenager...He had always acted like a jerk around her...He knew full well why she never took him seriously...She had known that all he had wanted to do was get her in bed..Smooth assed Keith Wallace met her and just like that he was her boyfriend and eventually ,her husband...He had succeeded where so many others had failed..He now knew why...Keith Wallace had been real with her...Which was all Carlotta had wanted He,Soloman had never been real with a woman or anyone else for that matter in his whole life....He didn't even know what his "real" was anymore..
He had probably been his realest with Detective Angie Belton and it was too late...She didn't want him.
Most of the Detectives he had worked with at one time, now dispised him...and they had a right to..He had betrayed them all by giving sensitive information to a gangster, Minolo Sennttero...A gangster who at the last minute was going to kill him, despite the fact he had kept him out of jail for at least two years...
He hadn't always been a dirty guy...There had been a time when he was a good Assistant District Attorney...When he had been honest and upright and had put a lot of bad guys behind bars...But a bad gambling debt put him in the clutches of a very bad guy, who stole his soul...
He wondered what he would do when or if he got paroled?? Where would he live?? Where would he work?? He had been a Lawyer...He had never done anything else.. Maybe he could teach somewhere he thought...Maybe another city...He had burned all of his bridges in Philly...Maybe he could go somewhere where he didn't know the players and the beer ran cold....He laughed at that thought. Philadelphia was all he knew...Perhaps Washington, D.C. he mused...It was close enough.
A guard walked by his cell...
"Foster!! You got visiters.." he said and opened his cell door...He took a look at his soiled sheets and shook his head..
''She must have been somethin huh?" he said and laughed...
Soloman hung his head in shame.....He didn't answer.
Soloman walked to the communal shower and showered...He shaved , brushed his teeth ,was strip searched and then walked back to his cell and dressed...When he was ready..Two guards handcuffed him and walked him towards the visitor area.
III-
His Lawyer, Robert Foxworth was there to see him....But it wasn't him that caught Soloman's attention...It was the woman with him!!!!..She was cute and had the most beautiful eyes...
He couldn't believe it...It was as if time just stopped...
"Soloman...Soloman..This is Attorney, Olivia Bennett...She helped me argue your pettition to the board for the re-instatement of your law licensce." he said.
Robert had told Soloman that he might be able to practice law again, despite his conviction...Soloman had never held much hope in that....but he had said that he had a good chance to be re-instated..So Soloman told him to go ahead and see what he could do.
"Hello Mr. Foster...ADA Keith Wallace got in contact with me ,because he knew that I had successfully gotten several other disbarred lawyers re-instated.... I went before the board and argued your case... ADA Wallace told them that you had helped him close 28 murder cases since you had been incarcerated and your help in that recent case in Philadelphia as I was arguing your case helped a lot!! We both told the board that except for your one mis-step, you had an otherwise clean record..and that you've been an exemplary inmate here at Stanga.." she said.
"We heard a lot of good things about you Soloman...That you've taught some inmates how to read, that you've helped some inmates with their legal appeals and that you've been going to the therapy sessions regularly...Keep it up man...it all looks very good."said Robert...
Olivia looked at Soloman and smiled.. She sure was pretty...It was those soulful eyes that were getting to him.It was if she could see into his soul.
"So...What does all this mean?" he asked.
"They voted unanimously to re-instate you to the Pennsylvania Bar....Congratulations Mr. Foster...you are a practicing Attorney again...At least when you get out of here," said Ms. Bennett.
Soloman sat there stunned...
''Well smile or something ." said Robert Foxworth...
"Oh My God...Thank you so much...Thank You Robert, Thank you..is that Mrs. or Ms. Bennett?" he asked.
''It's Ms...I'm not married...At least not anymore." she said.
"Well you should be, as fine as you are."said Soloman...
Robert gave him the serious side eye....Up to his old tricks again...he thought and smiled...Yet he couldn't blame him...Olivia Bennett was fine and back in the old days he of put the moves on her himself.
Olivia blushed...
"Ms. Bennett,I don't know how to repay you." said Soloman...
"Just keep your nose clean up here like you've been doing and when your parole hearing comes up...You're as free as a bird and when you come home...Look me up...I work in the private sector...I may be able to find some employment for you." she said.
"God..If I knew you better I'd kiss you....I-I-I'm sorry...It's that kind of talk that got me here today." said a surprisingly contrite Soloman.
"Flirting didn't get you here Mr. Foster...Giving sensitive information to Minolo Sentterro is what got you here..." she said.
"You know my whole story huh?" He said...
"Yes...I had to know it in order to argue your case...People make mistakes...Nobody is as bad as the worse thing they did..." she said.
Soloman had tears in his eyes...
He tried to fight them back...
"It's okay...Don't cry..." she said and offered him a hankerchief...
"Ms. Bennett, would it be too forward of me if I asked you to write to me...It uh gets very lonely up here. No strings attached...It's just nice to have a letter to look forward to or some outside conversation." he asked...
For once he was serious...He wasn't trying to put the moves on her, though he wouldn't mind..She was pretty and sexy...
"I'll write to you...Here is my phone number...Call me when you get a chance." she said.
Soloman looked at Robert...
"Thanks man, you're a good friend...." he said.
"Keith is a good friend too...He went to bat for you big time..." said Robert...
"He did...I know that Sissy and Duke and Carlotta and the rest still hate my guts...and well, they have a right to....Maybe one day they'll forgive me." he said.
"Important thing Mr. Foster is you have to forgive yourself.."she said.
"Yeah." he said...
"Oh one last thing." said Robert.
"Huh?" asked Soloman.
"You know you can never work in the D.A.'s office again right?" he said.
"Oh yeah...I'd be too ashamed to ever do that." he said.
''Well buddy, be easy...Next time I see you will be at your parole hearing."said Robert Foxworth..
Soloman shook his hand and then hugged him...
Olivia smiled at him...
"I'll write you Soloman...Be Easy." she said and smiled..
Soloman smiled...
The guard handcuffed him and walked him back to his cell...
"Your lawyer is a real looker..Is that who you stained them sheets dreamin about?" he asked,laughing...
"No...I was dreamin about somebody else." muttered Soloman...
''Well you shoulda been dreamin about her." he said.
Soloman looked at him and laughed...
"Yeah...You're right!" he said.
(For Christine Ewan...One of my favorite attorneys! Thanks for the legal research)
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Standing and Applauding and hurling mad panties at you!
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