To See An Old Friend

"Does Janice still live around here?" I ask Megan. "No, but I could try to schedule a mach plane for her. I'm sure she'd accept for you."

"What is a mach plane? Nevermind, yeah do that. I need her expertise." I say.

"Oh John, it's been ages!" Janice greeted me with a hug after I instructed her to strip nude before entering.

"It definitely has." I say, hugging her back. She looks like she's barely aged, aside from some crow's feet and her boobs were a bit bigger and saggier, but she was still sporting a trimmed bush and glasses.

"Listen, I recently got served a court order by a dead man, long story, but it's bullshit right? That pamphlet Mrs. Johnson gave me back in high school on that first day said EDPs can't be held legally accountable for their actions, direct or indirect, right?" I asked.

"John, I'm not a lawyer." Janice said, looking down. "But you're the leading expert of EDP, you should know this stuff?" I ask. "That's just it, John. About seventeen years ago, a mister Charles Reeves VII and a team of lawyers started to propose laws to hold EDPs accountable." She said, fidgeting in place.

"Charles Reeves, you dead sonovabitch!" I cursed the dead man.

"But..." Janice piped up, after my tantrum of tossing around Amy's things. "We might have a case against this seeing as your actions were done before these laws were put in place." She explained while looking through the legal papers. "I'd have to call up some lawyer friends of my own, but I think we can handle this."

A grin formed on my face as I fucked Janice hard to relive stress, to celebrate her possibly getting the case won in my favor and just for old times sake.

"Was it like you remember?" I asked confidently. "Better I think. I really missed you, John." She said with a sweet smile that brought back memories.