Free Ride to Redemption by D. J. Wilson

The deal was, when he started his
residency program and was producing an income, I would go back to school and
finish my degree. At least that was the deal until he met this blond bimbo with
round heels, a Hoover mouth, and bigger tits than mine. Since then, I’ve made
it all the way through college and law school on my own. I had to work two
jobs, but this time it was for me.
    “Funny
thing is, now that I’ve graduated at the top of my class and I’m licensed to
practice law in Canada, as well as Mexico, I can’t find a decent paying job.
Lawyers are a dime a dozen here in Iowa. I don’t have the money right now to
start my own practice, so I’m doing contract paralegal work for three different
firms, hoping to get my foot in the door somewhere.”
    I
stared as she spoke again, “Got enough yet, D?”
    “Wow,
did I misjudge you, Vic. Who would’ve thought I’d mistake you for a high class
working girl, sporting a Gucci price tag?”
    Laughing,
Victoria continued. “It’s your turn, D. Tell me about you. I must warn you,
before you start blabbering B.S., I can tell you have a sullen past you’re
'Hell Bent' to keep hidden. Behind your mask, your wall or whatever it is
you’re hiding behind, I sense a sincere, caring person who is extremely lonely.
How am I doing so far?”
    “Pretty
good,” I confessed, not knowing what to say next or where this conversation was
heading. “Maybe you should just tell me about me.”
    “Fat
chance, Mr. Secretive. I’m listening.”
    “Fair
enough. I’m a home designer by day and a freelance financial advisor by night.
I live on a lake in Tennessee with Major, my labradoodle.”
    “What
about children? You can’t have come this far without a family.”
    “I
have three, successful, intelligent sons: one in law enforcement, one on the
verge of law school, and one in college with a business on the side.”
    “Do
you see them often?”
    “I
haven’t seen them in quite a while. The divorce, as well as this mask I now
wear, has kept me at a distance. I’m hoping and praying to reconnect some time
soon and speak to them as emotionally mature men, rather than resentful,
disappointed children of divorced parents.”
    “Time
heals all wounds, D. Trust me, I know. I’ve managed to forgive my ex-husband
and have even developed a cordial relationship with his bimbo.”
    “Yep,”
I chuckled,   “it sounds like all is
well in your world.”
    “It’s
not perfect, but it’s getting better. At least I don’t call her “big tits
bimbo” anymore.”
    “Progress,
Vic. That’s progress.”
    “Do
you want to get out of here?”
    “Sure
where do you want to go?”
    “Your
place?” Vic asked, lingering on the question.
    “We
can, I guess. I’m staying at the Crown Plaza.”
    With
that, Vic grasped my arm and led me up the catwalk with the same bravado I
experienced during our first meeting.
    In
hindsight, I have no idea why I agreed to bring her back to my room. Well,
that’s not entirely true. The Woo-hoo again, had moved to the forefront of my
mind. She seemed to convey the essence of Pam, only older and significantly
smarter. The fact that I had grossly impugned her character earlier, led me to
believe all would be fine, regardless of what would happen later.
    “Would
you like a glass of wine, my lady?
    “Yes,
please. If you’re trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me, don’t worry
about that. You are welcome to take advantage of me as much as you want, with
or without the wine.”
    “Nope.
I’m trying to get me drunk so I will unwillingly take advantage of you,” I
responded, not knowing just how Vic would take to the truth. I felt like as
forward as she had been, so some upfront truth probably wouldn’t bother her.
    “You
don’t like what you see?” purred Vic as she slipped out of her dress and draped
it across the chair. Her black silk teddy and matching panties contrasted
nicely with her milky white, freckled skin.
    “I
do, young lady, far more