That's a Job for a MILF 38.2 (Patreon)

The next few days were very distressing for Suzanne, without any news about what was happening with Mary. She tried her best to snatch some information from Mr. Hill, but the man had been evasive in all his answers, adding that Suzanne shouldn't worry about that at least for now, because it wouldn't do her any good. 

Her aversion to Mr. Hill was getting stronger and stronger every day. How was she supposed not to worry about the fact that her friend had been arrested? Couldn't the man understand that it simple wasn't possible? 

Still, until she knew exactly what was going on, she had no choice but to keep acting like a sweet woman in love around him. Mr. Hill and Suzanne had already had other love encounters after that first fateful night they spent together, and the woman felt equally frustrated at the end of each of these intercourses. 

She realized that the problem wasn't just that Mr. Hill was poor in bed, oh no! The real issue was that he simply didn't seem to care about the Suzanne's pleasure during sex. As long as he was satisfied, everything was perfectly fine for him. 

Suzanne also noticed that Mr. Hill was acting less gallantly than before. All those sweet words and compliments to the woman were gone now, which made Suzanne feel even more of an idiot. For a long time, she had truly believed that he loved her, and had dreamed of the day that they would finally be together – When in fact he just wanted to turn her into his plaything. 

She felt ashamed, realizing how foolish she had been, especially considering she was no longer some kind of naive little girl. A woman of her age should know better. All she wanted was to disappear, but she knew she couldn't do that. Her mission wasn't complete yet, and she also needed to find a way to help Mary.

None of this would be easy, though. With Mary out of the picture, Suzanne she had no ally within the company. People over there seemed to have even more dislike for her now because everyone was already almost completely certain that she was indeed having an affair with Mr. Hill. 

Suzanne was thinking about all this one night alone in the living room of her apartment. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that it took her some time to notice that the doorbell was ringing. At first she thought it was just Brianna. Her daughter had a habit of losing her keys at an alarming rate, after all. However, after wrapping a black silk robe around her body and opening the door, she saw that her assumption had been completely wrong. Instead of her Brianna, she saw a middle-aged bald man wearing a suit. 

"Good evening, Ma'am" said the man, politely. "Are you Ms. Mason?"

"That's correct. And you are...?" 

"I'm Frank Norman. I'm sorry to disturb you at such a late hour, but my client was very insistent about this."

"Your client?"

"Yes, I'm representing Mrs. Pierce"

"Wait… Don't tell me you're Mary's lawyer?"

"Exactly, Ma'am."

"Oh my goodness, I've been trying to contact her family for so many days! Unfortunately I got no response." 

"Let's say that Mrs. Pierce's family isn’t feeling too keen to talk to her former coworkers. They don’t know who they can trust."

"This is understandable. But tell me, how is Mary? Is she okay?" 

"Well, considering Mrs. Pierce’s current situation, I'd say she is facing it very well."

"When will you be able to set her free, Mr. Norman?"

"I fear it won't be that simple, Ma'am. I cannot go into detail because the case is being heard in private, but it will be neither quick nor easy to prove Mrs. Pierce's innocence." 

"God, this is terrible! Is there anything I can do? Why did Mary ask you to come here tonight?" 

"She asked me to give you a letter. Now, I didn't open it, of course, but I suspect Mrs. Pierce wrote this to ask you a favor... A favor that as a lawyer I wouldn't advise you to do." 

"I don't understand, Mr. Norman." 

"Mrs. Pierce believes that some people at the company are trying to incriminate her, and she told me she knows a way to prove her claims. However, no judge would authorize what she suggested to me without seeing some strong evidence that what she is saying is true. That's what I told her, and shortly after she decided to write to you."

"I see... And what is her plan, exactly?"

"I believe you will find out when reading the letter, but again, I really hope you follow my advice. I'd better get going now, Mrs. Mason. Oh, just one last thing" he man added, when he was almost at the door. "For all intents and purposes, I've never been here. Good night."

After Mr. Norman left the apartment, Suzanne sat down again, holding the letter from Mary. Her hands were shaking and her heart was racing. After so long, the woman hoped she would finally find out everything her friend knew about Mr. Hill. 

She thought there was no way she would follow Mr. Norman's advice. If she had a chance - even if just a little one - to prove that Mr. Hill was a criminal, she would invest all her efforts in this endeavor, and so her mission would be completed.

And then… Then what? Would she keep living as a middle-aged woman? Would she return to the clinic to be turned into Patrick again? She got shocked by that doubt. Of course she wanted to go back to being a man... right? Now that she was no longer under the influence of Mr. Hill's charm, that clearly was the right thing to do. But then why did she feel so distressed by that idea?

Suzanne shook her head, pushing that thought away. She had more important things to do at that moment. Wasting no more time, she opened the envelope and began to read the letter…

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