Lover in Law Read Free Page B

her sensual spirituality stimulated, she impulsively decided that come to think of it, she would. Off they went to his quarters, where he blindfolded her, spent ages brushing her softly with feathers, furs and rose petals, awakening her sensuality and sexual energy before embarking on a three hour love-making marathon, in a variety of weird and wonderful Kama Sutra positions. Oh, and they both had multiple orgasms.
     
    “I hope you used protection.” 
     
    “No need. He didn’t come.”
     
    “What do you mean he didn’t come? You said you both had multiple orgasms.”
     
    She tilts her head first to one side, then the other. “You’re confusing ejaculation with orgasm Ali and, contrary to popular belief, they don’t necessarily have to happen together.”
     
    “Yes they do.” Well, they do in my book.
     
    “No they don’t. If a man works hard enough at it he can learn how to orgasm without coming. That’s what tantric sex is all about, which means a man can last much longer and so pleasure his woman better. Oooooooohhhhhhhh,” she whines, horny at the thought.
     
    “So will you see him again?”
     
    “Only if I go back to the same ashram and he happens to be there. He’s never left India, doesn’t even have a passport.”
     
    “You really should have used protection you know. You don’t know this Vijay from Adam –”
     
    We both giggle because she DOES know Vijay from Adam and we’ve had a laugh at this gag from the moment I started going out with him.
     
    “Anyway,” I continue, “you’ve no idea how many impressionable Western women  he’s been with, or who the hell they’ve been either. It’s not worth it.”
     
    “You’re right,” she holds up her hands, “it just never felt appropriate. But I won’t do it again, promise. Anyway, let’s change the subject. How are you, you know, with everything?”
     
    She’s referring to me not getting pregnant.
     
    “You know what, I’m fine. So fine that there’s not much to say. I think I’d just been pushing everything out of perspective. You know, I’ve got Adam, I’ve got work and I’m sure it will happen eventually, so what’s the rush?”
     
    “Of course there’s no rush. I mean, you’ve got to realise that your lives will never be the same again? It’s the last thing I’d want right –”
     
    The phone rings. It’s Adam. Kayla mouths that she’s got to leave, hugs and kisses me whilst my ear’s glued to the receiver, and let’s herself out. 
     
    ***
     
     
     
    A hand touches my shoulder as I’m leaving court later that day.
     
    “Ali?”
     
    I turn around, startled. I recognise the person straight away, but it takes me a couple of seconds to remember his name.
     
    “Anthony, right? Anthony de Klerk.”
     
    “Got it in one,” he smiles, with perfect large white teeth.
     
    It’s our new member of chambers - the Will Smith meets the Lion King man. Looking rather dapper and warm in a long, camel cashmere coat. I haven’t seen him since we first met a couple of days ago. He looks at his watch.
     
    “Fancy a drink?” he asks. 
     
    I’ve got time. I’ve got nowhere to be and Adam won’t be home for at least an hour. But even though I won my case, I don’t feel like celebrating. It was Adam who called as Kayla was leaving, with news of his sperm test. Apparently he was an ‘A’ grade pupil, with millions of very good quality little buggers. Fast swimmers too. Which has made me feel about as fertile as a dead dodo.  I screw up my face, about to make excuses. I’m not sure I can be bothered to have a drink with a near stranger, however handsome. 
     
    “Come on. You look like you could do with one,” he says, nudging me away from the courthouse.
     
    Perhaps it’s best not to be alone.
     
    “Do you have any idea where you’re going?” I ask.
     
    “Not really, this isn’t my patch. I was going to head for the nearest pub.”
     
    I think out loud. “Mmmmmmmmm, no, I know.