Author's Note: I bet some of you were wondering when the hell I was going to update this story. Honestly, I wasn't sure myself. But now I know where I want this story to proceed, here's finally an update. Enjoy!

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The purple light shined on the club's center stage. Nelly's "Na-Na-Na" blasted through the speakers. Anxious patrons had their dollar bills folded and ready to spend. All they needed to see was her appearance.

When she finally did appear, Lisa always stole the show. Wearing a cop uniform that left very little to imagination, Lisa didn't disappoint. She focused on her regular customers, spreading her legs in front of them so her core was inches away from their faces. The way her booty would bounce to the beat always made her a club favorite. She loved to dance and certainly spent most of her free hours naked, so why not get paid to do both?

She was flexible and often did the splits and bent over backwards. She kept up her appearance with monthly Brazilian waxes. Right before she met Randy, Lisa just had her breasts done—again. She was the younger Latina version of Pamela Anderson and she definitely used the comparison more than a few times in her favor.

While some strippers often went through the motions when they performed, it was clear that Lisa had immense pleasure. It was the ass-backwards way of having the power with her sexuality. All she had to do was spread her legs and the men would give her money, offer to buy her furniture, cars, jewelry, and vacations.

And how she much she wished she had that life again.

Lisa steadily flipped through channels of her cable box, looking for something to watch. While she was not on house arrest, she definitely did not have the freedom to do anything. Whatever she needed, it was brought back to her condo. At first, she loved having everything catered to her. All she had to do was to flip through the magazine books or watch enough hours of QVC and voila! Her new set of knives were in the mail.

The other set of knives she had—well, got dirty and unusable.

Then it got to the point that she felt trapped in her own home. Family members took the children out to the park and shopping. Lisa could not step ten feet outside her home without a dozen flashbulbs going off. Odio es en casa, Lisa thought, I hate being at home.

Luckily, for Lisa, she had two small children to keep her busy. With her children being just toddlers, it was a guarantee that she was constantly cleaning the condo. She and Randy were married for a year before she became pregnant with their twins, Roberto and Jennifer. Lisa wanted to have the children to be proud of their heritage and suggested Hispanic names such as Maria for a girl and Luis for a boy. Randy, however, thought the names were too ethnic for his taste. Instead, he complied with Roberto for his son. He figured he could be referred as Bobby.

"Jenni, put that down!"

"Bobby, hurry up and get dressed!"

Lisa was officially exhausted. Her day usually started at six in the morning and didn't end until at least eight at night. It was moments like this that she thought serving a life sentence wasn't that bad. Maybe jail could be a small vacation for me, she quipped. Lisa's day became a little brighter when she received a surprise visit from her attorney.

"Having fun with the kids, Lisa?" Dave smiled as he entered the condo.

"I'm barely surviving." She said.

Dave dropped his briefcase and picked up Jennifer. She was a three year old with long brown hair and chubby cheeks. There was no mistake that she was a replica of her late father with her piercing blue eyes. "Hi Jenni!"

"Hi Dave!" She giggled. "Como estas, Señor?"

"Bien. Y tu, Señorita?" Dave smiled.

"Muy bien!" Jenni giggled.

"Muy bien!" Dave smiled. "Can you play with your brother while I talk to your mommy?"

"Okay!" Jenni got off Dave's lap. "Bye Mommy!" She said to Lisa.

"Bye, baby." She smiled as she watched Jenni join her brother in the family room. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile before." Lisa commented.

"I try not to do it often." He replied.

"Why? It's a beautiful smile."

"Thank you." Dave felt the attorney-client privilege was a little too close for comfort. "Let's talk about your case now."

"We don't really know each other," She began. "I don't know what you like to do or what tickles your fancy."

"What tickles my fancy is making sure you can tuck your children into bed after the trial." Dave cut her off. "After the trial, we'll get to know each other, but now we need to focus."

"You're no fun." Lisa pouted.

"No," Dave took out documents from his briefcase. "I'm an attorney."

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After several hours of going over the next phase of Lisa's trial with her, Dave felt confident that he accomplished enough for the day. "Alright, I think we're done for the day. If there are any developments, I'll let you know." He began to pack up his suitcase.

Lisa got up from the dining room table and straightened her blouse. "I need you to be real with me, Dave. What are my chances of getting off?"

Dave sighed. He would be lying if he thought Lisa had a better chance of winning the lottery. "I'm doing the best I can to get you exonerated."

"That doesn't sound like you believe me." She replied. "Do you think I intentionally killed him? He constantly threatened me! I had to!"

"Lisa, if I believed you intentionally killed Randy, I would not be representing you right now." He packed the rest of his documents and headed towards the front door. "But yes, you did murder your husband, the father of your children. There's no argument about that. We just have to pray that the jury believes you. I'll be in touch, Ms. Hernandez."

Lisa stood at her front door as she watched Dave leave. His words did make her feel a little better but she was still worried. She would be lying if she didn't think the odds were stacked against her. She confessed to the killing and her DNA and fingerprints were all over the crime scene. It seemed everyday something about her past was being used against her and people she thought she could trust were selling her out by granting paid interviews.

Lisa was so knee deep in trouble, she wasn't sure if God could help her now. Ah Dios, por favor me salva.