The Legal Conference

"You know," Rocco said, smiling maliciously to Dana at lunch, "something always happens here that is fascinating."

"What's that?" Dana asked, looking guarded. She hated how Rocco expected her to dress at this functions -- evening dresses that accentuated her big fake tits and her big fake ass. It was the annual state bar convention, and Dana recognized so many people, former friends, former colleagues. And she was petrified someone would recognize her.

"Someone always asks whatever happened to Douglas Lancaster," Rocco said, smirking. "Then people talk about him, as if he's truly gone. And I suppose he is, isn't he pet?" He took a sip of his martini, chuckling as Dana turned beet red.