In her first case before the notoriously unforgiving Judge Victor Randolph, she stands, quaking inside with fear, behind the Defense Counsel table as she prepares to present her opening arguments. Little does she know that before this trial is over, she will have learned many, many things about the inner workings of the local legal system.

She’s a great attorney, but is still intimidated by the judge. He reminds her of an old owl, perched high up on the bench, glaring down at her, making her feel like vulnerable prey. Her voice betrays her, for when she opens her mouth to speak, only a small, constricted sound emits from her lips. Impatient with her nervousness, Judge Randolph, bellows, “Speak up, Counselor!” She jumps and fumbles the papers laying before her, clears her throat and begins once more – this time her voice is audible throughout the courtroom. When she finishes her statement she takes her seat. As she is adjusting her skirt and crossing her shapely legs, she feels eyes steadily watching her. She looks toward the bench only to see his head quickly turn away. Throughout the afternoon’s testimony, she feels the heat of his eyes on her, raising her curiosity. She steals a glimpse of him now and then, intrigued when she catches him looking her way, his eyebrow raised over the brim of his glasses and a lustful look in his eye. The judge calls a recess at the end of the day and she gathers up her papers and strolls from the courtroom, left with her own thoughts for the evening.

Later at home, sitting on her couch, papers surrounding her, pencil in hand, she attempts to work on the case but finds her mind drifting off to the events of the afternoon. Absently she begins to nibble on the end of the pencil, her tongue lazily rimming it while she is lost in remembering his eyes, his stern yet sexy voice and envisioning what delectables may be hiding under his black robe.