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We'd gotten a quick, quiet divorce 10 months prior, after she caught me stroking myself to some Internet porn. I took the visitation and support schedule she demanded, even though it was far less time with my kids and far more money for her than was necessary. All this, of course, was on the advice of my attorney, a kid fresh out of law school who fee was on par with his experience.

As soon as the divorce was final, she announced she was moving, and that it would be best if I didn't see our kids anymore. Desperate to have some involvement with my children, I went to see Tom, the best lawyer in out town. After reading my divorce papers, he asked why I'd hired such an inexperienced attorney and taken such a bad deal.

The young lawyer was all I could afford, I'd explained. I'm the owner/editor of our town's small, weekly newspaper and generating enough revenue to keep the paper afloat has been a struggle for several years.

"Actually, I don't know how I'll be able to afford you," I told Tom. "But I'm desperate and you are the best attorney in the county."

Tom agreed to take my case, and started asking questions about the circumstances that led to our break up. While many women would be mad to catch their husbands watching Internet porn, he'd never seen it lead to a divorce.

"She didn't like what I was watching," I said.

The expression on Tom's face changed.

"Was it child porn?" he asked. "I don't think I can represent you."

I assured him it was not, but I hesitated to reveal what it was. To properly represent me, Tom said he had to know. That was something my previous lawyer hadn't asked.

"It was two men," I stammered.

"I see," Tom said as he tried to keep any reaction from showing on his face. "Are you gay?"

"I guess I'm more bi," I said. "I had a few encounters with men when I was in high school and college, but none since I got married."

Like a lot of married men, I'd turned to Internet porn when the sex in my marriage dried up. While the straight stuff seemed to work for a time, I found myself drawn more and more to watching men suck and fuck.

Tom asked me a few more questions about my case, and then he broached the subject I knew was coming: his pay. As the best lawyer in town, Tom commanded a higher rate than anyone else, $300 an hour.

At best, I could afford about 3 hours of his time. He would use more than that just researching my case, I was sure. I told him as much, thanked him for his time, and left.

A few days later, Tom called and asked me to come by his office. When I entered the front door, Becky smiled brightly at me and sent me back to Tom's office.

"Shut the door behind you, and sit down," Tom said. He was sitting at his desk and pointed to a chair opposite it.

"I've been thinking about your case, and I want to help," he said. "What your ex is doing to you isn't right."

I started to explain that, while I appreciated his sympathy, I couldn't afford him.

"Maybe we can work out a deal," he said.

I suggested trading a full-page ad in each week's paper, but Tom shook his head. That wasn't the deal he had in mind.

Tom began by telling me that all marriages aren't perfect, even his own. He said that while he and Jess still loved each other and had sex fairly regularly, she'd lost interest. While she'd never enthusiastically offered oral sex - it was a birthday and anniversary "treat" - even that had stopped in recent years.

After our previous meeting, Tom said he couldn't stop thinking about my case. It was then I knew what he was suggesting.

"How will this work?" I asked as I felt my erection begin to rise in my pants. "When do we start?"

"I'll call you when I need you," he said. "No one will disturb us here."

He stood and walked to the leather couch on the far wall of his office. I locked the office door and walked toward him.

He removed his pants and underwear and sat down on the couch.

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