<span style="color: #40BFBF">  Vinny sat upon his red leather recliner, the maroon walls surrounding him. He was pooped. After a long court session with a case where he had to defend a mom accused of drugging and using her seven year-old son, he had to meet one of his colleagues for lunch and figure out what he would do to properly defend a man charged of voluntary manslaughter. And, on top of that he was also a suspect for the death of some 19 year-old delinquent named Kenny (as the police had called him).<br/>         Vinny took a drag from his joint and then breathed out, trying to mellow out, but unable to. Then he cursed his lifelong laziness. <span style="font-style: italic">Ugh, I should have gotten used to thinking when i was younger because it's so hard now,</span> he thought to himself. Then he thought of Isabella, a blush growing over his cheeks. Oh, how he remembered the soft feel of her fair skin and the sweet rosy smell of her hair (he knew she used the Rosegrove Shampoo). And that saucy roundness of her ass...oh, did it bring a memory to his mind.<br/> <span style="font-style: italic">Her weight shifted underneath him as she whimpered lightly from his<br/>                 gentle touch. Her every whimper made him shiver himself with strong pleasure.<br/>                 He grew so weak at her every touch. She made his normally shitty day so<br/>                 meaningful. <br/>                      Now, a shiver running through his spine, he whispered with a wavering<br/>                 voice, "I love you." Then she ran her hand up his back underneath his shirt,<br/>                 giving him more endless shivers.<br/>                      "I love you too," She muttered huskily. Then she kissed him, reaching for<br/>                 the buttons upon his shirt. He lifted his body up slightly, so she could unbutton<br/>                 them. She helped him take of his shirt, and then shifted her position, pushing<br/>                 him down under her, her being on top. She caressed his chest with her index<br/>                 finger, running it lightly down his chest, until she reached his belt.<br/>                       Suddenly, and frantically he grabbed her hands, pushing them upon his <br/>                belt. "Take it off," he said as needy as a schoolboy. "I need you so much," he<br/>                half-moaned as she unbuckled his belt pulling his pants and pulled them down,<br/>                as well as his underwear. The whole time, he breathed in tune with her, her<br/>                silky skin sliding across his. Then their pace quickened as he got on top again<br/>                their lips pressing together. Each time, he breathed deeply, as did she.<br/>                   "Oh, I need you so much!" he said, as she touched him gently in places that<br/>                he would have never dreamed of being touched. And he knew she needed him<br/>                too, because she said so, right? His heart was beating so hard against his chest<br/>                so strongly he thought that it would explode. That whole night they whispered<br/>                words of love to each other, expressing it with equal need, love and <br/>                desperation. Never was he so desperately in love with a girl like Isabella.</span> <br/> <br/>     That memory of her made his heart beat so hard in his chest so much it hurt, though maybe the pain came from the fact that she ignored him now. Well, maybe she didn't but she hadn't called him for a while, which was what made him worry. Another thing was that when she got a criminal charge, this time she didn't hire him. He loved to defend her. it made hhim feel like more of a man, and less of a hopeless failure. Being popular wasn't easy. He always had to pretend with those people, though he knew that no one really cared about him like he wanted them to. No one understood him and his parents were disappointed in him because he never wanted to do anything with his life. And then he got this boring job, where everything was dead and depressing with terrible cases. That is...until Isabella came in his life. But now it seemed like she wasn't gonna come around anymore. And that hurt him BAD. She was the only one who understood him. <br/>      He felt bad that Kenny had to die, but he knew he wasn't good for Isabella, because he knew that he fit with Isabella. Vinny didn't know how but he believed it, he needed to believe it. Plus all of this crap he went through all of his life, especially with his bipolar. It seemed only the pot helped with it, or else he would be going through bouts of depression right now. Just being away from Isabella hurt him so badly it felt as though a part fused to him was ripped away forcefully. Suddenly, as he sat stressed, a pain ripped through his stomach. <span style="font-style: italic">Damn ulcers,</span> he thought as he doubled over... </span>