Courtrooms can be a scary place. They smell like old leather. The wood paneling has been polished with oil, and each sound penetrates your body like a loud smack from a cap pistol, echoing in the forest. I felt strongly that I would be found innocent, since I had no previous record and there was no concrete evidence against me.

The only glaring fact was that the company's shady investments were linked to my BBAN security code, which was why the DA was pressing charges.

Bang! The gavel echoed, and the judge's words pierced my ears, saying, "Andrew Robbins, you have been found guilty by a jury of your peers, of a white-collar crime for embezzling $3.4 million USD."

A rush of disbelief went through my body. He announced a sentence of not more than two years or less than one year in a Federal Correctional Institution.

I was being set up as the fall guy, and my Lawyer could not convince anyone beyond a shadow of a doubt that I might be innocent. The District Attorney and the CEO of our company wanted results and pushed for a quick verdict.

One Year Previous

I was interested in this girl in the office with absolutely beautiful legs, and she seemed to be coming on to me. The attraction was one of obsession. She would deliberately be close to me when dropping off papers on my desk, and made sure I could see her cleavage as she explained the brief.

Her name was Donna Lefebvre, and she was the wife of Paul Lefebvre, the company's CFO.

Donna would leave several buttons unbuttoned on her skirts so the tops of her stockings would show. I noticed that this behavior occurred only when she was in my office; when I passed her area, she was normally modestly dressed, but always with a certain sex appeal.

I'm a middle-aged guy who works out, and while I have a bit of gray hair now, I still have very little body fat. Definitely not your typical accountant type. Reflecting on the situation, I realized that men will often go to great lengths when a woman entices them.

I remember the day Donna knocked on my office door, as we always keep the doors open for others. It was one of those very warm days in Boston right after the Labor Day weekend. Donna had her hair fixed in a single braid instead of her usual way and walked like a runway model instead of an account executive. I don't know how women do it, but it's like they flip a switch to seductive mode.

"Andy, Paul would like to invite you to dinner and drinks tonight at 7:00 PM. He’s hoping you'll consider joining his team in offshore investing. I wasn’t meant to share that with you, but I thought it might motivate you to accept the invitation."

"I'm sure I have nothing planned, let me call home and let my wife know so she doesn't go to a lot of trouble fixing dinner."

"Great, we'll meet you there at Yvonne's. Do you know how to get there?"

"Yes, been there several times, don't even need the GPS."

I decided to take off early, run home, shower, and change. If I were going to interview, I wanted to be presentable. As I arrived home, there was a note from my wife, Evelyn, explaining that she and her friend, Sarah, were going out again and that she would be spending the night at Sarah's. My first thoughts were of denying that anything might be wrong, but this seemed to be a pattern, and coupled with no sex in 3 months, made me feel neglected and just maybe a sign of infidelity.

I decided to call an Uber Share to the restaurant so I wouldn't have to worry about parking or driving home after a few drinks. The driver dropped me off around 6:50 PM, which was perfect.

Upon entering, the Maître d’ asked; may I have your reservation name?"

"Lefebvre, probably Paul Lefebvre."

"Please follow me, sir. You will be dining in the private bar room this evening."

As we walked into the room, Donna was seated at the bar that ran the entire length of the space. She wore a champagne-colored cocktail dress that showed most of her thighs, legs crossed, one foot slowly swinging, with the shoe dangling over her toe, and her dress revealed the tops of her sheer stockings. Her blonde hair flowed like golden waves, captivating most people in the room. Needless to say, she was stunning.

"Well, good evening, Donna. You look especially attractive this evening. I'm so used to seeing your hair in a braid."

"Thank you, Andy. I'm so glad you made it. Please order your drink, and we can be seated at the table."

"So is Paul here?"

It was a question you already knew the answer to, looking at the table set for only two people.

"Paul was called away on another business trip. He is on his way to the airport at this very minute and will be gone through the weekend. He asked me to extend his apology, but asked me to show you all the courtesy. (pause) I actually wanted to discuss another important matter with you as well, if you don't mind."

How could any man refuse the essence of a woman who is both physically captivating and magnetically attractive? I had the feeling she was confident she captured my attention, not to say my manly instincts. Was there really a meeting with Paul? Or maybe she has another motive for getting me there tonight?

"Mind? Just the opposite, any man would be pleased to be in my shoes right now. You are dazzling if you don't mind me saying that?"

"Andy, you are so charming." As she presented me with her hand to help her from the bar chair. I tried my best to keep eye contact instead of glancing at her exposed panties as she slid down off the barstool.

"How about sharing a bottle of wine with me? I see that you have finished your drink." I have never been a heavy drinker, but I enjoyed a glass of wine in the evenings.

"Yes, I would love that,"

I ordered a bottle of Chablis Premier Cru to be delivered to our table. As Donna and I walked to the table, every eye in the room was focused on the way she glided her stance and floated as the sound of her mule heels slapped the heel of her foot.

As we toasted and drank the wine, we had the normal small talk. Donna was so easy to talk with, sharing common interests and stories of our days in college. The conversation often alluded to our sexual fantasies. We both ordered the Lobster Claw salad, and had another bottle of wine sent with the dinner.

"Andrew, a few years ago, before I married Paul, I was so attracted to you. I saw you in the company Gymnasium one morning and thought you looked more like a bodybuilder than a CPA."

As my thoughts stumbled for a reply, the only words that came out of my mouth were, "Thanks, Donna, you are quite the attraction yourself."

As we picked up our wine glasses and clicked the rims again, Donna exclaimed, "Well, here's to possibilities."

My thoughts raced, and as my thoughts started running wild about having sex with her, I was somewhat hesitant.

"Andy, do you remember the company trip to Paris right after Paul and I got married?"

"Yes, it was a great time, since my wife was French, she keeps reflecting on how nice it was for the company to pay for the trip."

"Andy, you are such a Boy Scout, don't you remember your wife and Paul speaking French all the time and spending a lot of time together?"

"Sure, but what are you alluding to?"

"Well, since that time, Paul has had issues with ED, and he has become...well....different. It's hard to explain, but I think he has been cheating on me. It's no secret I was attracted to his power and wealth. I signed a pre-nuptial agreement that is pretty 'iron-clad'."

"Is this what this meeting is all about?"

"Only part of it, Andy, Paul brought up the idea of you joining his team at work. I also looked through some of his text messages, and Paul and Evelyn have been chatting for a long time. I think they're having an affair."

"Are you sure of this?"

"Well, I'm not sure, that's why I need your help. I get nothing if I divorce, but if I can prove infidelity, it may be a different outcome. Besides Andy, I can make it very worth your time."

As Donna spoke these words, her stocking-covered foot slipped up my trousers, lightly brushing my bare skin. She placed her hand on mine as she whispered her last few words.

"Alright, I'll see what I can find on my end."

"Andrew, let's go to my home; there are some important things I want to show you."

Paul and Donna had arranged limousine service to and from the restaurant. It was quite nice comparing it to the Uber driver. As the driver opened the passenger door, Donna scooted in first, then I. She had already curled up on the seat, shoes off, and was in a playful mood.

"Andy, do you want me?" As she whispered in my ear while clutching my arm. The desire to tear her clothes off and have sex with her right in the car was a fantasy in my mind. Instead, I took her chin and brought her face to mine, and our lips touched, then again a little more. Then again, as our tongues slipped in each other's mouths. To this day, I will always remember that first kiss.

As we entered their home, I was awed. This home had to be $2-3 million. Donna opened a cabinet in the foyer and entered a code on a security alarm pad. She grabbed my hand and led me up the spiral stairs to the main bedroom. She kicked off her shoes and grabbed a remote. Music in surround sound penetrated the room with soft, sexy tunes, which she immediately turned down.

Donna started dancing seductively to the music, swinging her arms above her head and over my head, pulling me to her, kissing and prowling like a starved kitten.

“Sweetie, could you please help me unzip my dress?” she said in a coy, playful voice.

She let the dress fall to the floor, revealing a pink bra and matching panties, with a garter belt holding up sheer pink stockings. A rush of excitement washed over me as I gazed at her. As she picked up her shoes and danced across the room, her half-naked body was everything I had imagined.

This bedroom was three times the size of ours at home. She grabbed the remote, and a 'click' sound had a double mirrored door to an enormous walk-in closet.

She opened the door and placed her high heels on a shelf. She turned around right into my arms. We embraced and kissed. She turned around with her back to me, took my hands, and placed them on her breast. I kissed her neck. Her aroma was intoxicating. As I kissed her neck, moving to her ear, I noticed a tripod and a movie camera mounted on it. Beside the tripod was a high, comfortable-looking chair.

I exclaimed, "What's this?"

"Oh, that's Paul's toy. He likes me to invite other ladies to our bedroom, and he takes movies of us on the bed. No one knows the difference. These are one-way mirrors, and nobody can see him."

"How about men, does he film them also? I asked."

"Sometimes," she exclaimed.

My thoughts wandered, and I thought to myself, what a pervert, inviting people and filming them, having sex with his wife. Why would someone film this, maybe making porn, or maybe blackmail?

I said..."Does this get him off?"

"Yes, I told you, honey, he is almost impotent and loves performing oral sex on me when our guests leave, and sometimes joins us as a threesome."

Donna released her bra. It fell to the floor. She exclaimed, "Do you like them?"

MY GOD! They were larger than I expected, standing out nipples erect and not sagging, still a cleavage with her bra off. As we kissed for several minutes, while I was fondling her tits, I couldn't help glancing to see if the movie camera was recording. It did not appear so.

Donna turned around and crushed her mouth on mine, and began deeply kissing me.

In a coy, playful voice, she said, "Andy, I love oral sex."

I lay her on the bed, grabbed her panties, and stripped them down over her legs and feet. She was naked except for the garter belt and sheer stockings. Her mound was clean-shaven; it must have been a Brazilian wax because not a hair on her or even her ass. I kissed my way up her legs, tickling her with my tongue as I worked my way between her thighs.

She sighed, "Mmmmm Mmmmm, that's it right there, hon."

She propped her legs over my shoulders, exposing her butt to me. I kissed between the openings, took my tongue, and inserted it into her cute, naked anal button. I licked her pussy and with my two thumbs pulled apart her folds, exposing her clit, which was about three mm long.

I licked it, and the instant my tongue touched it, she moaned loudly, "YES! Suck it, Andrew SUCK IT!"

I took her clit into my mouth and sucked it in and out. I thought it would hurt her, but she bucked wildly.

Donna said, "Turn over, I want to mount you."

My cock was so enlarged that I knew I was desperate to climax. Donna sat down, and the head of my cock slid into her with the help of her hand around my cock, I had to be every bit of 7 inches. She was so moist we needed no lubrication; she was moving back and forth like riding a bucking bronco. My cock was inside her all the way. She was moving so fast, and her weight prevented me from pumping her. As this wild riding continued for what seemed like ten minutes, we were both sweating, her sweat trickling between us; we slipped and slid sideways.

My cock was throbbing as I announced, "I'm going to cum. "

Instead of letting me pull out of her, she pressed down, leaned down, and kissed me while still moving. I exploded into her, and she knew it, as she stopped but squeezed her legs together and collapsed on top of me. As she rolled off me, cum just oozed out of her like a stream of heavy cream. My cock had two or three streams on the side.

She said..."If Paul were here, he would emerge and clean my pussy with his tongue."

She said there was absolutely no sex life, and she wanted out of the marriage. Paul felt that inviting others into our bed would please her.

I now felt empathy for Paul.

Donna exclaimed, "Even though Paul could not get a full erection, he loved blowjobs, especially with others."

Later, the next week, I was promoted to Sr. Financial Advisor for offshore accounts, reporting directly to Paul.

Every time Paul scheduled his trips was an opportunity to spend time with Donna. Evelyn believed I was on a business trip with my boss, instead of fucking his wife.

While sitting in court and looking back now at the whole thing, I was too engulfed in Donna and not aware enough that I was being caught. She knew how to play on a man's weakness, or let's say... fondness.

During the cross-examination of our CEO, he brought out the evidence that I was having an affair with Donna. He had photos to prove it. Apparently, I had been followed by a private detective, and those photos were more evidence that I should be released from my job. It also humiliated me because my wife bought into this. He testified that the extended leave for his CFO and Donna was for the bereavement to repair their marriage, and I was terminated due to that.

My wife lost little time in filing divorce papers. The timing could not have been worse. The scheduled court date was right as I transferred, and the Default Judgment was entered.

I lost my home to pay off bills. I have nothing right now and no hopes of ever being employed in the financial sector again.

As it turned out, Donna and her husband disappeared and were thought to be on a Caribbean Island somewhere away from exoneration. Even though this happened, here I am the one who takes the blame, and federal officials still believe I was consorting with them on the embezzlement.

My only hope is that the Brazilian Government, where my clients were located, could track down these two and bring this to a close. Once a month or more, I would still be interrogated.

My cellmate's name was Charles, and, as it turned out, Charles was called Charlene by one of the guards.

One evening after lights out, Charles and I discussed sexual preference, and when you talk at night, you have to whisper, or everyone in the other cell blocks will hear.

I was assigned to this facility because of my MBA, and I was to teach a finance class.

The cells are basically like hotel rooms with 2 bunks, a sofa, a sink, a toilet, and a European-style shower with a drain in the tiled floor. Charles had arranged for me to be assigned to a shared cell.

He knew I was coming and was also a teacher in the prison. We have a cell with a few better amenities for working in the evenings.

During the day, you are free to roam the prison or exercise yard, but at night, there is a lockdown. Prisons have sections for different detentions according to the crime and the length of the sentence.

One evening before lockdown, after dinner, Charles went with the section guard and returned later with such a mellow attitude.

Charles whispers to me, "I want to show you something."

Charles took off his shirt, and under there was a sports bra, smashing down the most perfect feminine breasts I have seen. Then the trousers dropped, and 'Char' was wearing a garter belt, garter panties, and stockings. She was clean-shaven, and the only thing we were allowed to use was an electric razor.

'Char,' as I now call her, said she has all the perks available just for paying a favor to the guard.

She went to her drawers, pulled out a box for me, and said, "I got you this as a present."

It was a pair of black Calvin Klein bikini briefs. I said, "Thanks so much."

The underwear we are given is cotton boxers and stamped with our number. We usually wash personal clothing in our sink. The prison laundry does all the other laundry.

Char' wanted me to try them on. I was just showered and did not have on a tee shirt, just my briefs, so I slipped them off and put on the micro briefs. This was obviously a turn on for her because 'Char' started tickling my cock through the fabric.

I felt somewhat awkward. Here is another guy, but with her short light brown wig, and that body looked very much like a girl, except for the small cock.

As we talked, she said she sensed I was a gentle person and had arranged for me to be assigned to her cell. I wasn't even aware we had reclined in her bed into a more comfortable position, with her running her stocking-covered feet against my leg. I actually was a little aroused by this.

"So, how do you like your surprise so far?" She asked, as she was now rubbing her cock through her panties.

"It, uh, takes some getting used to," I stumbled, but I noticed that I was already caressing my ever-growing cock through my pants.

"Let's take your pants off to see what you really think!" She said in a naughty tone.

Before I knew it, she was pulling down the Calvin Kleins.

"Oh my, you do like your surprise! What a nice view, seeing your cock all hard."

She gently touched the tip of my cock, getting a bit of my pre-cum on her finger.

With her finger between her lips, she said, "Is it because of my cock, my tits, or my ass? Maybe because you're wondering how it would be to have your cock in my mouth?

"I... I don't know. I honestly don't know. I stumbled. I mean, you look extremely hot," I continued babbling.

"Why don't you stop talking and get off that couch so we can head to the bedroom?" Then 'Charlene' gave me a long and intense kiss. "This is not the complete surprise, you know...."

I felt her cock coming to life against my leg. Char said to me, "Have you ever been with a transgender woman?"

I said, "No, but I had noticed a few and was attracted to them."

"So you are beyond just being curious? Hmmmmm, sweetie, she softly moaned. Will you kiss me? Will you touch me?"

Mixed feelings crossed my mind. She just gave someone else a blowjob. I started babbling again, "Eh," I stumbled, but before I knew it, she grabbed my hard cock.

"Please?" she asked, crushing her lips against mine.

Char now had my cock in her hand, rubbing it, and to my surprise, she went down and started sucking my cock. My mind was racing with what to say, but I did not want her to stop.

I started to fondle her breast lightly and would pinch her nipples slightly as she would gasp for breath, and each time I pleased her, she would take her tongue and flick the head underneath, which was so arousing. I was so hard right now; I had nothing on my mind but relief.

Char came up to my face and kissed me, saying, "You seem to like this."

Char then went down on me again and started kissing and licking my testicles, which drives me crazy. I felt her push her tongue into my ass, which I gasped a little with astonishment.

I couldn't help but think I am here with a woman who has a cock, and all I want to do is have sex with her. I pulled her to me, as we were now reclining on her bed, entwined. I pulled her panties off, kissed her slowly, lovingly on the mouth. I think that surprised her because I felt her pre-cum on my leg, and her cock was pulsing.

Char slipped up, opened a drawer, and pulled out a tube of lubricant. She rubbed it on my cock, and started rubbing her ass up and down my shaft with her one hand. She managed to push the head of my cock into her butt and started humping me back and forth. This was driving me wild, as she moved up and down and made small side-to-side movements, I didn't realize my full 7 inches of manhood was buried deep in her ass. I could feel her ass cheeks rubbing against my balls. I grabbed her, brought her down on top of me, kissed her again, and felt her explode on my chest.

Our sounds had to be muffled, or others would hear what we were up to.

I never experienced someone squirting cum on me, and she squirted again. Some of this landed on my chin and the corner of my mouth. I took my tongue and licked the small amount, but it did not taste at all like I thought it would.

Char then collapsed on me, and we just held onto each other for a few minutes. I was still hard and did not climax. Char leaned back, started rocking on me again, took her two fingers and inserted them into my ass, and I cut loose and exploded cum bareback in her butt. I didn't think it was as much as hers, but it's hard to describe this feeling.

I became soft, and as my cock slipped out of her, a massive amount of semen streamed out of her and over my testicles and cock. The feeling of complete satisfaction and maybe afterglow is one thing I'll remember for the rest of my life.

We got up and walked to the bathroom, which was open but somewhat divided from the rest of the room. There was a handheld shower and a showerhead on the tiled wall. The water pressure is somewhat low, but it does the job. Char grabbed a bar of soap and made sure my cock was well soaped up as she sprayed the shower water on my balls from behind. This felt amazing.

Char had removed her stockings, and we showered and washed each other, and without asking, as I showered her cock and balls, she said it felt great. I kneeled, took her cock in my mouth, the water streaming over us. I began sucking her cock. It was not hard, but it started to get somewhat hard as I sucked her in and out, with the slurping noise and a slight popping sound as her cock exited my mouth. She was as hard as ever within minutes.

I surprised myself, since this was my first experience, and I thought nothing of it. Char started fucking my mouth in and out, and after about 5 or 6 minutes of this, she came in my mouth just a little. She lifted me, and we kissed each other, tonguing, and a string of cum connected our lips as we parted slightly.

We dried off and went to bed holding each other. I whispered to her, "I wonder if anyone heard us?"

Char said, "I don't care, Andrew, that was the best fuck of my life."

Each night as I lie there, wondering if they are still investigating my case. My thoughts of Charlene and me having sex far beyond what my wife and I experienced together. Charlene and I would chat in a whisper at night as we lay in one bed so our voices would not carry. If we didn't have sex, we would talk while holding each other's cocks and cuddling.

One evening, as Charlene returned to our cell, I noticed she was crying. As I asked her what was wrong, I could see red swollen marks as if she had been abused. I got a washcloth and cleaned her. Her stockings were torn to shreds. As it turned out, two of the inmates fought with her because she was transgender.

I felt for her; I wanted to do something about it. But what could I do? I've learned that it's better to think before you react. Level-headed thinking is always better than a reaction.

A few weeks passed. Charlene asked," Andrew, why have you been so distant? I miss being close to you, and you make love as if you care."

I told Charlene I was giving her time to recover mentally from her incident.

I felt bad, I said to her, "Come over here beside me."

I explained that I was going through some depression. " I've been in here for 11 months now and no word about any parole.....nothing."

We hugged, and I took her face in my hands and kissed her softly on the lips. Her tongue slipped on mine, and she started kissing me more passionately, sucking on my tongue. As we kissed, I felt her hand rubbing my now stiffening cock.

Charlene said, "You do miss me, huh?"

Inmates are issued a 2-piece suit for sleepwear, but 'BOP Teachers', as we are called, may have our own sleepwear. I was in a T-shirt and my pajama bottoms, no underwear. Charlene noticed that and was giving me an erection by rubbing it.

"Honey, you feel sexy tonight," she said.

Charlene said, "I just received a present for us. Give me a minute."

All this while, Charlene had been taking hormones. She weighed maybe 130 lbs, to my 185 lbs, so she was somewhat passable. No hair on her face, legs, or chest, only her armpits where she waxes. Her butt was getting rounder. She had money saved for facial surgery when she would be released. Charlene was transforming nicely in the 11 months we spent as cellmates.

Charlene stepped into the room wearing a new hairpiece, auburn in color, shoulder-length, a white bustier, and white knee-high stockings.

"Wow, Charlene, you look amazing," I said.

She was barefoot, so I asked her to step on my feet, and we slow-danced to a tune I was humming. Her transition was happening during the time we had known one another. 'Char' was rubbing me, placing both her arms around me, caressing my butt as we danced. The more we danced, the more erect I was, and Charlene had freed my hard-on, and both our cocks were rubbing together.

She whispered to me, "I can tell by your hard-on you want me, Andy."

Charlene walked me to our work area and, with one motion, pulled down my pajama bottoms, my stiff cock springing upward.

She bent down and, without hesitation, took my manhood into her mouth, licking and sucking like a popsicle. I lay on my back on the sofa, she moved her stocking-covered legs one on each side of my chest, and kept sucking. Her panties barely covered her stiff cock and would brush my face once or twice. I pulled her panties aside and over the tip of her cock. It was so hard I could only manage kissing her testicles. I took her hips with my hands and lifted her straight up so her cock dropped right into place.

Charlene has now been kneeling as I tried sucking on her cock as she would do. Charlene was fucking my mouth by moving herself up and down as I sucked her. She is average 6 inches, and when it would hit the back of my throat, I would gag. This lasted maybe 3-4 minutes; it seemed longer. We turned on our sides. I started to unbutton the bustier, and Charlene took over removing it.

As she lay down, I moved between her legs, we embraced and kissed. I did not even think about how our mouths were just sucking each other's cock. I rose on my knees between her legs and grabbed the waistline of her panties. Her breasts were not flattened but still forming a bump, nipples erect, and as I slowly pulled her panties down, she lifted her hips to accommodate. I lay my body on her, our mouths kissing, and our cocks rubbing one another.

Charlene whispered, "Fuck me, Andy, please fuck me."

I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders. Charlene had a tube of gel on the side table. She squirted some on her hand and started rubbing my cock. This drove me wild. I pushed my shoulders forward. Charlene, with one hand, grabbed my manhood, guiding it to her opening. I pushed slowly, and she moved my cock around as I pushed, and the head went inside. She gasped a little, but we went slowly, inch by inch, and I started pumping her. My animal instinct was taking over, and I wanted to go for it, so I stopped on purpose to gather myself. We cuddled her back to me as I kissed her neck while I was pumping into her. Charlene had one hand on her cock, pumping as I was in her as deep as I could.

Charlene said, "Don't cum yet, baby, I want you deep inside me."

I found that my toes were driving me deeper into the mattress as I thrust even harder, and now my balls made a noise slapping her butt. Charlene was jerking her cock faster and faster. She took her finger and dotted it on her penis opening, where a string of pre-cum was glistening. She put it to my mouth, and it tasted not musky but sweet. Then she tasted her own.

My balls and cock were throbbing to my heartbeat, and as I started pumping faster again. She ejaculated cum on her chest. She squeezed her anal muscles as well, and I was going to pull out when Charlene tightened her sphincter muscle and held me tight inside her, pulling me into her. I ejaculated inside her four or five times.

As we both rested on each other, my cock was now getting soft and falling out of her.

"Andrew, I have never climaxed like that with anyone. Thank you so much. You are a great lover."

The fact that she said that made me forget about all my troubles.

"Char," I said, my wife and I for years never had that when we made love." She hugged and kissed me. We went to the shower and cleaned ourselves.

The very next day, I had visitors. It happened to be the assistant district attorney and my lawyer.

My Lawyer says, "Andy, we've had a break in your case. Had it not been for a missing teen from Georgia, who was on spring break in Aruba, we would have never uncovered this information."

" What?" I said with excitement.

The assistant DA said, "They found Donna Lefebvre's body buried in a National Park in Aruba. This raised the eyebrows of the DA's office, as maybe there was collusion between the management skimming off the investments of South American companies and hiding it in several offshore accounts."

My Lawyer continued," Andy, when this happened a week ago, the FBI investigated all communication between Paul Lefebvre and your CEO linking them to funds deposited in bank accounts in several South American cities on the same dates as Paul's business trips. There is enough evidence now for you to meet parole."

"As it turned out, your wife, Evelyn, and Paul Lefebvre were seeing each other socially. We're guessing Donna discovered this, and she was murdered to avoid a costly divorce and exposing the embezzlement."

Assistant DA added. "Furthermore, the DA has promised to apply for expungement in your case, Andy."

It has been a year since I became an adjunct Professor at a University in New England, earning about half of what I earned with my previous company. Even though I tried to get my old job back or find employment elsewhere, the shadow of the scandal followed me. Nothing was said, but I know in my heart no one would take the risk hiring me.

I often think about that time I spent incarcerated with Charlene.

She was strangled to death by another inmate about a month ago. She was only 28 years old. I feel guilty for not visiting her or attending her funeral.

I experience a profound emptiness within my soul, as if someone struck me in the face and then turned their back and walked away, leaving me in isolation.

It's a beautiful fall day here in New England, the trees are at peak color, and there's a hint of the first snow. Sitting on a park bench, I wrap my scarf around my neck and embrace the brisk breeze as vibrant leaves twirl from the trees.

I hold onto hope that wonderful companionship awaits me and trust that this sense of emptiness will transform into something more beautiful one day.