Rosarum et Tulips Ch. 05

Over the next four years, Murphy found how much she was enjoying practicing criminal justice at New York Law School. She was surrounded by people that were as passionate for her subject of choice as she was, and it filled her to the brim with joy. It was now April, two months before she was due to graduate, yet there was a heaviness to her left hand, as well as to her belly.

Gloria had become an all-out member of the family in the years that had gone by. She was pleased that her domestic partners moms, Amber and Mandy, only wanted to see Murphy happy, and had welcomed her with open arms. She remembered the family dinner that had taken place, and how shocked fourteen-year-old Sebastian and the twelve-year-old twins, Devon and Lucy, were when she'd given them permission to call her "Gloria" when they were there at their house.

Murphy glanced at her watch then and realized she was at the risk of running late for her internship on the hottest new murder case in town. Amber and Mandy, her moms, had gotten her the gig, and she was very excited. Quickly finishing up the seventeenth paragraph of her final essay (which was due the first week in June, two weeks before graduation) she gathered up her books and ran outside to hail the cab.

Getting inside, she gave the address for the Tweed Courthouse: 52 Chambers Street, New York, NY. It was very abnormal for her to take a cab a distance only a mile away, but Amber and Mandy had informed her that it would look more professional if she arrived in one. Murphy ignored the cab driver's drab expression at his measly profit of only a dollar as he pulled up to the courthouse. Murphy reached into her wallet and handed over a twenty.

"Don't got anything smaller?!" the man demanded in a harsh Bronx accent.

Murphy smiled. "Mr. Davis," she said calmly as she hastily read his name, "I know times are tough. That's for you," she said with a smile. As Davis pondered the twenty dollar bill, she told him to have a nice day as she got out of the cab and went up the stairs.

Mandy was waiting for her at the entrance, and was trying her best not to bite her nails. "Mom's inside with Norwood," she informed her as they made the grand entrance together.

At once, paparazzi was upon them.

"Mandy! Mandy! Mandy!" they hollered at her. "Is this Murphy?! Murphy! How do you feel about the testimony so far, Murphy?! Do you really think your client is innocent until proven guilty?!" they demanded.

Mandy had Murphy firmly by the arm as she managed to pull her into a row of conference rooms near the main courtroom where Amber was. Amber was sitting upright, back to the door, and Murphy gazed at Richmond Norwood, the accused that they had to find innocent. Murphy kissed her mother on the cheek and sat on one side of her while Mandy took the chair she'd been sitting in before.

Norwood immediately turned his attention onto Murphy. He was always a sucker for a pretty face. Although in his mid-fifties, balding, and an expanding gut that made him resemble a woman expecting her nineteenth child, he still believed he had a way with women. He gave Murphy the same smile that he'd given the woman who'd snapped his mugshot in an attempt to seduce her as well. "Murphy," he said, caressing her name in a way which always made her feel uncomfortable.

"Mr. Norwood," she replied formally, digging into her Milano Brief in Tuscan red which Gloria had bestowed upon her last Christmas after the news of her landing the internship on the Norwood case. "I've spoken with the witness Mrs. Pomeroy who was Regina Matthews long time best friend. Now, she is going to say some things in your favor, and the prosecution won't like that. Now, what we need from you, Mr. Norwood, is a proper rebuttal."

Norwood had still not taken that simpering, sickening grin off of his face, and still gazed into Murphy's almond-shaped hazel eyes which seemed to transfix and captivate him completely, body and soul. "We could simply tell them that I was with you on the night of May seventh, Murphy."

Murphy sighed. This charade of him seducing her had to stop. She knew that Amber and Mandy wanted nothing more than to jump in and defend her from Norwood's frankly outlandish ideas and allegations, but Murphy had held firm. She had told them that the two of them would not be around to aid her against the inevitable forever and, criminal or not, though she felt uncomfortable by Norwood's words, she did not believe him a threat.

"Couldn't we?" he was asking, smiling so as his brown teeth showed.

"Oh," Murphy said then, reaching into a compartment of her case. She drew out a small box and pushed it across the cherry wood table towards him. "These are for you."

Eagerly, Norwood opened the box to reveal snap-on perfectly white teeth for court that day. He was clearly perplexed by all of this.

"I spoke with your dentist, Dr. Taylor, who had some moldings of your teeth in his records and I rushed those out for delivery for you," she said evenly. "I thought it would şişli escort look better for People, Huffington, the New York Times, Time Magazine, and whoever else chooses to interview you. I mean, I think you are supposed to smile in those photographs, aren't you?"

Murphy returned home that afternoon completely exhausted. She'd stood on her most uncomfortable heels when she'd assisted with the cross-examination of Mrs. Eugenia Pomeroy about her relationship with Regina Matthews, one of the six murders that Norwood was accused of. As she dragged herself from the foyer, she could distinctively smell Gloria's chicken wafting down the hall.

Gloria stood waiting in the kitchen, her green eyes aglow with pleasure, her blonde hair curled and close to her scalp. "Hello, my darling," she said, taking Murphy into her arms and kissing her deeply.

Murphy was suddenly so aroused by her lover's tongue co-mingling with hers that an idea struck her then. After noticing that all of their dinner was laid out upon the table, she suddenly lifted Gloria up onto the kitchen island. She hastily stripped her down, and herself as well, before clamoring up onto the counter on top of her, noting with glee how big Gloria's beautiful eyes had gotten then.

"What are you going to do?" Gloria whispered in a mixture of pure joy and delight.

Murphy smiled. She took her right hand and caressed it with her tongue before moving it downward and touching her lover's already dripping pussy. Delighted that Gloria was already so wet and wanting for her, she opened her own legs so that their pussies were touching each other.

The very moment that both of their wet, swollen lips made contact, both women let out groans of ecstasy and heat and pleasure. Murphy then began to grind her pussy against Gloria's, savoring the slippery feeling of smooth skin to smooth skin. While her pussy had a fashionable landing strip, Gloria's was completely shaven. She had even gotten a pair of angels wings tattooed there, with the words "M