She continued past the drunk tank and tried to block out the shouts of the inebriated men inside. At least the client she’d just seen had been sober. Conferring with a freshly arrested prisoner still high on something wasn’t her favorite part of the job, but everyone was entitled to a good defense. “Show me those humongous tits, sweetheart.” “I love big girls, mama.” Another inmate made what she assumed were supposed to be kissing sounds although he sounded more like a marine mammal than a person. After several years as a public defender, she was long past being mortified by the jeers. What made it worse though, was that the catcalls and drunken shouts were the only remotely sexual comments anyone had made to her in far too long. Keeping her head high and her eyes straight ahead, she proceeded to the booking area to turn in her pass and get her driver’s license back. “Emmy Mahoney?” a vaguely familiar male voice asked from behind her. She spun around and found her college crush grinning at her.
