"So tell me," Casey said as they sat in the county lockup, surrounded by burly women who looked like they might make good additions to the softball team, "how did you get through law school? Really."
"Hard work and determination, of course!" Serena said indignantly. Casey stared at her. "Okay, not really," Serena admitted. "I slept with my Contracts professor." Casey continued to stare. "Oh all right, I slept with my Torts professor too. And my Con Law professor. Oh! And the Dean of Admissions, of course," Serena giggled.
Casey was impressed. "Wow, you must really have a thing for older men. Did you get this job by sleeping with your boss?"
"Only in my dreams," Serena sighed. She slipped into a momentary reverie, thinking of Jack and picturing him straddling his Harley. Mmm, Jack. "But who says it's just older men?" Serena continued. "I'll have you know, the Torts professor was a woman."
Casey's heart surged with hope. She reached out and put a hand on Serena's pastel-clad arm. Serena smiled encouragingly.