“We think 50% of the estate is a reasonable demand.” 

I pause as my client arches her back, her breasts almost falling out of her designer dress as we sit in the lawyer’s office.

“Well unfortunately for you, Lord Chatterley doesn’t agree with your reasonable demands.”

A manilla folder slides across the table, photographs falling out of it.

It’s definitely her. Picture after picture of her naked, writhing with a young man in a variety of positions amongst the red poppies”

“Who’s that?” I whisper.

“The fucking gardener” she hisses back.

“That must be the most expensive fuck in history”