The Bar Association code of ethics does not allow carnal relations to take place between a lawyer and his client. This prevents clients from being billed for essentially the same service twice.

So Frank had to wait until he was no longer serving as Della’s divorce attorney before consummating the desire that had been burning in him since she had first walked into his Bourbon Street office seeking his services.

She was a tall drink of water. Both she and New Orleans were known for the heat they could inflict on those not prepared to deal with it. She stood there the very first time with her creamy white skin, ruby red lips, and black nylon stockings that gripped her legs like an oyster grips a pearl and quickly became the inspiration for the new car he was about to order. After the meeting, Frank made his way to Big Easy Plymouth-Dodge-DeSoto and ordered a car exactly like the one seen here.

The Firesweep convertible came in just a day or two before the settlement. With his fee based on a percentage of the settlement, he was able to change the paperwork on the new drop-top from a 24-month installment to a cash deal. Paid in full.

A week later he was behind the wheel, top down, headed for two weeks of whiskey, blackjack, and unbridled romance. The plan had been a two day drive; El Paso the first day, Vegas the next. But between the dazzling details of the DeSoto dashboard and the diminutive digits of Della’s wandering hands, Frank was sweating like a sinner in church. He pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of the Naughty Pine Motel, the first motel you come to in Fort Stockton traveling west.

Within ten minutes of checking in, the only thing higher than the soaring fins of the Firesweep were Della’s delicate ankles. Why did God make women and Chrysler products from the late fifties so damn irresistible?

That entire evening Frank was busier than a cat trying to cover up crap on a marble floor.

Worn out, early the next morning he took the tan Tourister two-suiter and tossed it into the trunk of the two-toned convertible and returned to the front desk to settle the tab. He looked at the bill and was aghast.

“Are you kidding? How could one night be $350?”

“The room comes with complimentary tickets to the Annie Riggs Memorial Museum.” the clerk explained.

“I didn’t use them.”

“But you could have. It also came with a photo-op at the Piasano Pete attraction. The biggest road-runner in the world.” the clerk went on.

“We didn’t go.”

“But you could have,” the clerk continued to state. “Also included is a catered lunch at the James Rooney Memorial Park.”

“It’s nine in the morning and we’re checking out. We’re not sticking around for lunch.”

“But you could have.”

About then, Della walked through the lobby with a swing that would normally only be found on a playground and a dress that was tighter than a camel’s butt in a sandstorm. She made her way to the DeSoto and swept into the front seat, hotter than fire.

Frank handed the clerk a check for $50.

“There must be a mistake.” the clerk replied. “The bill was for $350.”

“I deducted $300 for you sleeping with the beautiful buxom babe that just slid into the DeSoto out front.”

“I didn’t sleep with that woman!” the clerk shrieked.

“But you could have.”