Ambiguities

Laura liked to think she was honest with herself; it was everyone else she lied to. At times she could be dishonest almost unawares with her colleagues, but cosmetics didn't grace her with any extra confidence as a rule. Yet, men in their minion's would fall into her snares and be embraced, encased, imprisoned like some fallen horse chestnut to be buried and prised open or devoured later. Laura, you-could-say was naturally uncannily blest she had well-developed assets, but that wasn't what carried her endearingly-ever-forward or marked her out as someone that could find a loophole in any binding agreement, Laura thrived on ambiguities and squeezed out omissions from the tightest-lipped hard-cases the nastiest people on the planet. Yes, Laura liked to think she was honest with herself; an asset to law and the legal profession the prosecution, but she was as much imprisoned as her co-defendants when it came to taking her 10: 30 holy sacrament's confession. Laura quivered like a little lamb, said, Father forgives me For I have sinned, and then would go on to fabricate make up fictitious stories, falsehoods that'd make your hair-curl Laura, it must be said wouldn't have made the priesthood but she sure knew how to hurl a barstool, swear profanities and drink hard liquor as any other 'I-haven't-a drinking problem fool' that didn't do so well as her, following comprehensive school.