Loving Wives the Yankee Lawyer

By Skyler Lukeverk

Loving Wives the Yankee Lawyer Love & Relationships story novel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781329862197

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Loving Wives the Yankee Lawyer

Loving Wives the Yankee Lawyer

Skyler Lukeverk

ISBN: 978-1-329-86219-7

Copyright © 2016 by snow

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CHAPTER 1

Its amazing the things the human mind can conjure given an extreme amount of boredom, misery or frustration. Given a healthy dose of all three at the exact same time, it stands to reason that even a rationale person might be tempted to stab a fountain pen all the way into their eye before puncturing their brain.

For a few tedious seconds, 27 year old Pete Finnegan had to fend of the urge to do just that as he sat at his work desk, drowning in the miserable strains of the blue grass music coming from one of his co-worker's radio a few cubicles over.

Granted the first puncturing stab would be painful, but considering the Chinese water torture accumulation of each dreadful note seeping into his ears, quick death wasn't such a bad option.

Dropping said pen down on the pile of files scattered across his desk before he actually did go through with it, Petey (as his friends back in Greenwich, Ct called him) leaned back in his rickety, third hand office chair, put his hands behind his head and sighed disgustedly. Staring up at the dingy tiles lining the ceiling, Pete cursed every decision, big and small, that eventually landed him in that rural, west Kentucky town.

Maybe if I could just get my rocks off every now and then in this backwards cow pasture, things wouldn't be so bad, Pete groaned to himself as he surveyed the female fare surrounding him in the office.

The few attractive women were all either married or so fucking religious, it wasn't worth the time or aggravation to even broach the subject. There were plenty of willing girls out at the bars in the area each and every night, but the last thing he needed was an STD complicating his already sour mood.

There was one girl close to his age that worked in the treasure's office one floor down named Gwendolyn Garst who'd somewhat struck his fancy, and Pete made a mental note to swing by her desk on the way home later that afternoon just to chat her up a little. For now however, he could only lean forward and put his head back down in the pile of files littering his shrimpy desk. The work for an understaffed public defender's office in such a meth riddled town never ended.

If I'd just listened to some of Dad's advice, I wouldn't be stuck in this Dixie Hell right now, God those words hurt to hear, even if he was only saying them inside his own head.

Pete had been an honors student back at his old Catholic high school, and his first two years at Dartmouth had gone off without a hitch. It wasn't until his Junior year that life in the fast lane started to catch up with him. Even then, he was still able to knock his final two years of undergraduate out in five semesters.

Then came the decision about what to do for the rest of his life. While he got his degree in Economics, he knew he didn't have the discipline to immediately look for a job on Wall Street, and given the unstable nature of the economy he decided to just cool his heels for awhile and enjoy himself.

After about a year or so, his mom and dad really started lighting a fire beneath Petey to get him out of the house. Deciding the one field where there would always be work, he decided to take stab a law school. Somehow passing his LSAT's on the first try, he still didn't get many bites from any Ivy League programs. Having to settle for a school decidedly further down on the list of prestigious programs, Pete did eventually earn his degree. He thought about taking the bar exam closer to home in Connecticut or New York, but for a arrogant and snot-nosed kid that finished third from the bottom in his graduating class, his immediate entry level job prospects were slim.

Another one of his law school comrades came across a couple of job listings down south and against his better judgment he took the bar exam in Kentucky and passed. Pete's father had maintained he could pull a few strings and maybe get him on somewhere closer up the Northeast corridor, but Pete was determined to prove he could blaze a trail on his own.

It wasn't long before he realized all that trailblazing stuff was vastly overrated.

Pete knew he was out of his element from day one but it wasn't until he saw a screening of the 'Wall Street' sequel last year that it truly hit home just how much fun he could be having (Not to mention the money he could be making) if he let his dad work a few of his business connections back in New York.

Pushing through a caseload of assault charges, DUI arrests and every way, shape and form of possession cases, Pete daydreamed quite freely about how his life might look with an office overlooking Manhattan instead of the dreary and run down strip mall providing the backdrop of his current lot.

Got one hot off the presses for ya, Finnegan, his boss, Landon Dyer bellowed as he swept into the office. "That Stone lady is in trouble again..the one with the sexpot daughter...she drove headlong into a pick-up out on Ridge Road last night. Bitch aint had a license in years...she was drunk