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had any problems, Billie thought that Stanley Lewis was too soft on criminals. She always thought if she had his position she would start cracking the whip and demanding more from the ADAs.
    â€œGo home, Powell. You deserve the rest of the day off.”
    â€œYou’re right. I think I will take some personal time.” Billie pushed her chair back from her desk.
    â€œGood.” DA Lewis winked and walked away.
    Billie couldn’t figure her boss out. He was definitely happy that she kept winning her cases, but she felt that maybe he really was getting nervous she would take his job. Billie figured that his job was important to him because he spent so much time rubbing shoulders with politicians to get in their good graces. She always saw him kissing up to someone in the city government. Billie wouldn’t put it past him to be paranoid that someone would be gunning for his job. Although she never had to be careful before, she made a mental note to keep her guard up with her boss. Billie’s motto: never trust people with two first names.
    She stuffed the single sheet of paper into her briefcase, shut down her computer, and was out the door.
    While driving home, she began planning out her evening. The more she thought about it, the more she became filled with excitement and anticipation: the same feelings she would get the night before she knew she was going to win a case.
    She was planning on a late night and probably wouldn’t be eating later, so when she got home, she cooked herself a quick bite to eat. As she sat at her kitchen table eating her meal, she studied the paper she had printed from her computer. Billie had a wicked grin on her face as she read the file.
    â€œTime to party.” She wiped her mouth, rose from the table, and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
    Billie showered and got fresh for her night out. She applied more makeup than she usually wore. Some heavy purple eye shadow with extra eyeliner complemented the dark cherry lipstick on her succulent lips. The blush she applied accented her high cheekbones to perfection.
    She opened her closet and flipped through the hanging clothes. She found a nice, slightly sheer black top so that in the right light you could see she wore no bra. She matched the top with some skin-tight Gucci jeans. The Louboutin heels she wore elongated her muscular legs.
    She stood in front of her full-length mirror and admired herself. Along with her long, muscular legs, she was stacked in all the right places—booty that wouldn’t quit, small waist, and nice, firm breasts.
    It excited Billie to get dressed in her “going out” clothes. When she changed into these clothes, she was a different person. It meant that she was going out to blow off some steam and satisfy her needs.
    Happy with her outfit choice, Billie jumped in her car and drove from her West Oak Lane neighborhood to the Fairhill section of Philadelphia. She parked her car on North Front Street and pulled out the paper she had printed earlier. Billie double-checked the address, picture, and name of the man she was about to meet.
    â€œIt’s on.” She was ready for action.
    Billie got out of her car and walked down the block. North Front Street was dark and deserted. The lone streetlight on the block had been shot out, and the little sliver of moon was not illuminating anything. She passed a beauty salon, two Spanish restaurants, a Laundromat, and an auto supply store. All of their smells blended together: the chemicals of the beauty salon, the spicy Spanish food, laundry detergent, and car oil. All had their iron gates pulled down to keep the thieves out for the night. She was disgusted that honest business owners had to fear their own neighborhood. As anxious as she was about being here, she almost dared the city to put her face to face with a scumbag who might feel like breaking into one of these establishments.
    Billie stopped in front of the dilapidated two-story building