I want to remind everybody that you have free will, and ChatGPT.
Today I thought to myself I can’t wait till after the exam so that I can read a smutty romance novel as junk food for my brain after all of the studying.. then I thought “I wish there were smutty romance novels that incorporated all of the black letter law that we need to study”…
Thus Strict Scrutiny a chat novel was born .
Prompt: write me a smutty romance novel that simultaneously incorporates the black letter law for the mee and mbe each chapter moving through the most tested rules and elements .
Excerpt chapter 4 - Duty to retreat
The detective studied him. “You appear unusually prepared.”
“I have previously received threats.”
“Related to what?”
Adrian looked at Mara.
That glance was enough.
Chen said, “Both of you need to step into the corridor.”
“Are we being detained?” Mara asked.
“Not at this moment.”
“Then we are not required to leave the residence.”
“No. But I am asking because an unknown person accurately described an object inside your apartment.”
Mara looked toward the security camera.
“Someone may have access to the feed.”
“Or another surveillance device,” Chen said.
Adrian’s expression darkened.
The detective continued. “That may create an exigency. If there is a concealed device transmitting live video, it could be associated with the attempted entry or an ongoing threat.”
Mara knew the doctrine.
Police ordinarily required a warrant to enter a home. The home stood at the core of Fourth Amendment protection. But warrantless entry might be justified by exigent circumstances, including the need to prevent imminent harm, pursue a fleeing suspect or prevent destruction of evidence.
This was not pursuit.
No one inside appeared endangered now.
Evidence might be destroyed, but not by Mara or Adrian.
The justification was uncertain.
Chen said, “I am asking for consent to conduct a protective sweep and check for surveillance equipment.”
“A protective sweep after entry ordinarily requires lawful presence and reasonable suspicion that a dangerous person may be inside,” Mara said.
“You are correct.”
“Do you believe someone is inside?”
“I do not know.”
“Then a general evidentiary search exceeds a protective sweep.”
Chen’s mouth shifted slightly.
“Have you taken constitutional law recently?”
“Painfully.”
Adrian stepped beside Mara. “We will consent to a limited security inspection for persons and immediately visible devices. No containers, drawers, documents or digital systems.”
Chen looked between them.
“You can limit the scope of consent,” she said.
“Yes.”
“You can withdraw consent.”
“Yes.”
“If we observe contraband or evidence in plain view while lawfully present, we may act on it.”
“Yes.”
Mara looked at the red file on the table.
Chen followed her gaze.
Adrian said, “Give us one minute.”
The detective’s expression hardened. “Do not move or conceal anything.”
“We are not consenting yet,” Mara said. “You cannot order us to preserve evidence absent lawful authority, though destruction could create separate consequences.”
Chen looked almost amused.
“Thirty seconds.”
Adrian closed the door.
“You are enjoying this,” he said.
“Not remotely.”
“You challenged a homicide detective on the scope of exigent circumstances while wearing my sweater and no blouse.”
“That is irrelevant.”
“It is highly relevant to my concentration.”
Mara looked down.
The sweater had shifted during their encounter. One shoulder was bare.
She pulled the fabric into place.
Adrian’s gaze followed the movement.
“Stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“Looking as though you intend to resume.”
“I do.”
Heat returned instantly.
She pointed toward the door. “Police.”
“I am aware.”
“Threats.”
“Aware.”
“Dead judges.”
“Mercer is not dead.”
“Yet your tone implied ambition.”
He almost smiled.
Mara gathered the trust instrument and Elena’s file, placed them in a document case and set it openly on the table.
“No concealment,” she said. “But no voluntary disclosure without understanding privilege and potential exposure.”
“Whose privilege?”
“My father’s former clients. Elena’s. Possibly the trust’s beneficiaries.”
“Dead-client privilege is complicated.”
“So is the crime-fraud exception.”
“Which applies only where legal services were sought or used to further crime or fraud.”
“Yes.”
“And not merely because the communication later becomes relevant to wrongdoing.”
“Yes.”
He stepped closer.
“We were interrupted.”
Mara looked at his mouth.
“Yes.”
“This remains unfinished.”
The quiet certainty in his voice moved through her.
She leaned near enough that her breath touched his lips.
“Future performance is not guaranteed.”
“No?”
“Conditions may fail.”
“I will satisfy them.”
“All of them?”
“Strictly.”
The detective knocked again.
Mara kissed him once—briefly, deliberately—and opened the door.
The officers entered under the limited consent.
Detective Chen searched the living area while her partner checked the bedrooms and closets solely for persons. Adrian remained beside Mara, close enough that his hand occasionally touched the small of her back.
The contact appeared protective.
It was not only protective.
Each time his fingers brushed her, memory returned with humiliating clarity: his mouth at her throat, his body between her knees, the roughness in his voice when he asked what she wanted.
Mara forced herself to watch the officers.
Chen examined the security console without manipulating it.
You’re welcome. Good luck everyone.