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I expect that most people would like to do something really relaxing after a 3 hour meeting with a solicitor so, knowing that I was going to be spending a Friday afternoon discussing legal crap, I made contact with the lovely Jasmin to see would she be free for a 3-4 hr appointment, and whether she would like to meet in the Conrad Hotel for a couple of drinks beforehand.

With a time and place agreed with Jasmin(6.00pm), I went to my meeting all suited up (that’s what the Defendant usually does) on a hot, sticky afternoon, to discuss the merits of appealing some of the numerous speeding tickets and potential points on my licence that were more than likely going to get me a driving ban. The only thing that kept me from throttling my solicitor for constantly finding flaws in my claims of entrapment by sneaky Gardai and their speed cameras, was the thought of the pleasant evening I had planned.

I hot footed it over to the Conrad shortly after 5.00pm, and got myself a caffeine fix. When I had calmed down sufficiently, I rang Jasmin to let her know that I had arrived, and where I was stationed within the salubrious establishment. She said she wouldn’t be long and asked me to order her favourite cocktail(Slow comfortable screw up against the wall), or was that what I was planning for later!!!

Jasmin arrived wearing a very discrete business suit, but it didn’t stop her from looking as sexy as hell. We settled down into a very intoxicating mix of chat, laughter and flirting and, several drinks later, it was 10.00pm. When I realised the time, I apologised to Jasmin, and asked if she wanted to head back to her apartment, as I didn’t want her to think I was taking advantage of her kind nature. Her reply surprised me but, at the same time, made me feel like a million dollars, as she said there was no hurry because she was really enjoying my company, but also that when we finally did go back to her apartment, it would be worth the wait.

We continued chatting for another 3 hours, discussing Westside and life in Westville, the true size of Anon’s co*k, and other E-I related crap. We also exchanged some personal life stories, holiday plans, favourite countries visited, and all the stuff that new ‘couples’ do. It never, at any stage, felt like a business arrangement, as it was all so natural and easygoing. When we finally left the hotel at 1.00am, I felt like the cat that got the cream, walking down Earlsfort Terrace with a very attractive, clever, and engaging, young lady.

Back at her apartment, Jasmin helped me out of my clothes, joined me in the shower, and made good on her earlier promise that it would be worth the wait.

Life doesn’t get much better than spending a sultry summer’s evening in the company of a beautiful woman, feeling young again. But that is the quality of my good friend Jasmin.