I first spotted Lacy working late one night on a dispute over land rights. My client had built a $200 million high-rise luxury condo project exactly two feet over the legal setback. Dumbasses. Now they were going to pay me so much in legal fees, I might be able to upgrade my boat. But this story isn’t about lawsuits. It’s about Lacy. Her apartment was almost directly across from my office. Between our buildings was a park...

I’ll admit, I was horny. It had been much too long since I had felt sweet release in the arms of a woman. So when I saw the perky, auburn-haired goddess flipping casually through the intimates at Target, I was instantly hard. She wore little make-up, relying on her naturally roughish cheeks and long lashes for comeliness. Her hair was in a ponytail which bounced in a loose curl against the back of her slender neck. She wo...