Free 9781618859617TheSecretLifeofanInvisibleGirlDeVere by Amie DeVere Page B

Vibrators don’t have
arms, I can’t run my fingers through their hair, and they don’t appreciate
blowjobs. I needed a man.
    It got to the point I was sizing up prospects at the train
station and staring noticeably. I realized I had crossed a line when guys would
move to the other side of the platform when I smiled at them. Wound tight did
not begin to describe my condition. I was peevish and distracted. You know the saying,
‘She needs to get laid,’? Yeah, there’s a reason it’s an expression, but no one
was coming up to the plate.
    In the state I was in, I missed a service deadline on a
Motion to Suppress. I told the boss I’d take it over to the DA’s office, and it
shouldn’t be a problem. At the end of the day, I walked the short distance over
to the courthouse with a copy of the Motion and Memorandum. I asked the
secretary for the DA assigned to the case.
    “Oh, that case has been reassigned,” she said. “John
Hawkins is now handling it. He’s in if you’d like to see him.”
    I hadn’t heard the name before. “I don’t need to see him.
Can you just make sure he gets this? It was due yesterday.”
    “Oh, if it’s late, I think he’ll want to see you.”
    “Fine.”
    By rule a copy of the filing was due to the DA ten days
before the hearing. Some lawyers brought it in the day of the hearing, really
not a big deal. She directed me to his office. I hadn’t allowed myself enough
time and was anxious that I might miss the train. I knocked on his open door,
and he looked up from behind his desk and said, “Come in.”
    I just wanted to get rid of the damn thing and go. “ Here. ” I held the copies out to him. “It’s a day late. The
hearing’s next week.”
    Instead of taking them from across the desk like any normal
human would have done, he got up and walked around. I tried to size him up, but
all my mind registered was tall, young, dark hair, and lovely eyes. He took the
papers from me with his left hand, smiled, and introduced himself, holding out
his right. I mumbled my name and shook his hand. He gave just enough pressure
to make me blush. I cursed myself for having my guard down. This was the enemy
camp. I had not even considered that there would be anyone worth my attention
in the DA’s office. I did not sleep with the enemy, and there were conflict of
interest laws that prevented such couplings anyway.
    “Why’s it late?” he asked, flipping through the papers.
    “It was my fault. I was…distracted.” He looked at me and
raised an eyebrow. I continued. “The motion has merit. It was a warrantless
entry and sweep of the premises. Setting up a sting in the apartment was a bit
beyond the scope of a search incident to arrest, don’t you think? There’s no
question of consent…to the search.”
    I know what you’re thinking. ‘This is why she doesn’t get
any. She won’t shut up.’ You may have a point, but for me, that statement was
just a notch down from foreplay.
    “I’ll have to look at it then.” He turned to put the papers
on the desk. “As long as you’ll have a drink with me.”
    “You’re going to look at it only if I have a drink with
you?” I asked with some of my uptightness coming through.
    He smiled then, which did not help matters. “No, I just
wondered if you’d like to have a drink.”
    I looked at the clock on the wall. I had missed the train
and it was two hours until the next one. “Sure.”
     
    * * * *
     
    We walked over to the V-Bar where opposing counsel often
waited for verdicts and returned to celebrate their victory or swallow their
pride with a chaser. It was neutral territory, a demilitarized zone where overt
posturing stopped and covert operations began in an atmosphere of friendly
rivalry. Although technically opponents, John Hawkins and I blended into the
late afternoon crowd. The bar was three deep and raucous when we got there,
indicating the end to some significant case. John took my hand and led me to
the far side of the bar.