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Finally, the house next door had been rented. After being vacant almost 6 months a new family had rented it out. I sat on the porch and watched the family start to move in. The husband and wife were older than I was, maybe in their 40’s. And their 2 daughters were cute, one looked to be around 20, and the other maybe 15.

I sipped my coffee and lit up a cigarette, watching them unload things from a rental van, then the guy drove off and said he would be back with the second load. Finishing my smoke I then took the coffee cup into the kitchen and tried to figure out what to do with the rest of the day. It was a lovely June day, and not really summer yet so the weather was not so hot I could not stand it.

I stretched my back and heard a few pops when I heard a knock on the door. And when I answered it, it was the youngest sister from next door. She introduced herself as Janie, and said she had just moved next door. Then she asked if I had a phone book because they were going to order pizza, but did not know what was nearby.

I invited her in and went to my kitchen, pulling off a flyer I had stuck there with a magnet. “Here you go Janie, they normally deliver in around 20 minutes. “Thank you, Miss…”

“Terry” I said. “Terry Jackson.”

“Thank you, Miss Terry. I appreciate this!” she said, then gave me a little hug before she asked to use my phone. I grinned and watched her pick up the handset and call the number, then order the pizzas. And she gave me another hug then a wave as she headed back outside.

Those shorts she had on looked mighty fine. Then I slapped myself mentally, reminding myself she was also jailbait. And soon enough the nice older couple with the 2 k**s would learn that their new neighbor was a locally reviled lesbian.

One thing about living in a small town in the bible belt, there are few secrets. By the time I graduated High School, everybody knew that I favored Tuna over Chicken. And yes, I did manage to get a few dates because of it, but never a girlfriend. Mostly just other teens like me wanting to know what it was like, exploration of their sexuality without fear I would get to “clingy”.

But oh I wanted to cling, but I knew it would not happen. They would come to me if they were without a boyfriend, or were just feeling that having sex with another girl was just something they had to write off on a checklist. I still loved eating their tight little pussies in one of our beds during a sleepover. Or fingering them behind the bleachers after a football game after all the lights were off. Or in the back of a car where I discovered a 69 can be tricky if you are both trying to stay on the seat and not tumble to the floor.

College, then more fumbles with other girls in my dorm. By then they passed it off as an excess of hormones or alcohol (and sometimes both). My only experiences with cock, wanting to know if it was as good as some of my friends said it was.

And yes, the full feeling was nice, and the stretching felt really sexy. There was something I admit I enjoyed about feeling a hard cock inside of my cunt. But then the throbbing inside and the messy wetness followed each time, always long before I was ready to have an orgasm myself. The hairy chests, hairy legs, and rough hairy faces also turned me off. I might be a wet mess after spending time with a girl, but they did not leak out of me for hours afterward. Then after graduation moving back home and taking a regular 9 to 5 job, secretary by day, a predator of other gals at night.

I returned to the porch and watched as the older daughter took a tarp off of a lawnmower and after adding some gas started it up. I sipped a pop as I watched her trim athletic legs started pushing it around the yard, clearing 6 months of weeds and brown grass. I admired her tight little buns as I lit another cigarette, loving how they moved under her shorts.

Maybe I can someday talk her into doing my lawn, but with tighter shorts on. Soon the truck was back, and they were finishing unload it when the pizza guy got there. I snuffed out my smoke and went inside to have a lunch of egg salad and thought about the new neighbors.

By Sunday it looked like they had finished moving, and I had talked to each of them. Janie was a little firecracker, who was interested in the usual boy band records and hanging out with her friends. Judy was much more mature in her behavior, but there was something about her I could not put my finger on. Jack and Jill (I laughed the first time I heard their names) had moved from across town because they said the school there was going downhill fast and they wanted to live in a better area of town.

2 weeks later it had heated up. My AC had been working overtime trying to keep the house cool, so I went onto the porch and sat in my chair in the darkness, having a smoke and sipping a beer. About 30 minutes later I heard a girl asking if she could join me. I looked over and it was Judy, and I invited her to keep me company.

Like me, she was in shorts and a t-shirt. But whereas my shirt was large on me, hers was small on her. No bra, interesting. Nice little B cups if I was not mistaken, maybe a small C. With some sweat under her arms and around her neck.

I sipped my beer, and she asked if she could have some. “Is your family going to be a problem if I give you one since you are not 21?” I asked, and she shook her head.

“Nope, I’m allowed to have beer at home, no more than 2. And while this is not home, it is next door to home so it should be good enough.” she said with a grin. Ahhh, youth logic. But that was good enough for me so I went into the kitchen to get one out of the fridge.

We then chatted about her move. She hated it because all of her old friends were back where they were before. She knew almost nobody here, and it was over a month until classes started and she could meet some new ones. She hated how almost everybody here was so old, and very few her age.

“Yep, this is one of the last of the subdivisions built in the 1940s. Most of the families moved in then, and now is mostly old geezers living here today.” I told her how I inherited the house after my mom died, my dad having traded her in when I was 13 for a younger model. It was only 2 bedrooms, but for my mom and me, and then just me the house was big enough.

“So you don’t have a boyfriend?” she asked. “I'm kinda surprised, you are so pretty.”

I took a deep pull of beer. OK, now it is time to lose another budding friendship. “Thank you for that Judy. Nope, no boyfriend. And thank you again for the compliment, I'm 32 but it is nice to know that somebody thinks I'm pretty. But I have no boyfriend, no girlfriend.”

I said that, then pulled out a Virginia Slim and lit it, waiting for her to say something else. After about 30 seconds she quietly said she was sorry I was alone. Well, I forget that on TV seeing girls kiss sometimes is not all that unusual anymore. Not like when that soap opera comedy dared to have a main character that was gay a few years before. Heck, some have even been main characters on TV shows, so lesbians were not as unusual as they were when I was her age. It was not likely I could have ever watched Annette Funicello or that Zelda girl from Dobie Gillis come out of the closet.

We talked for a few minutes, then she finished the beer. She gave me a small hug and said “Thank you Terry, can I come again sometime?” I told her she was welcome at any time and watched her walk back home.

It was a few days later when there was a knock on my door. I opened it and it was Jill. She quickly told me that Jack was at work, and she wanted some help shimming up the washing machine because it was making a horrible racket. So I followed her to her house and a few minutes later she was on her hands and knees adjusting the foot on the washing machine as I leaned it back against the wall. And I have to admit, she had a nice looking ass.

The shorts she was wearing pulled tight into her ass as she bent over and after several adjustments said it was good. She turned on the machine, and it was level. She offered me a pop and I accepted. Sitting in her living room I saw nice but worn furniture, similar to that my aunt and uncle had in their house.

We chatted and got to know each other a bit. Jack had been her next-door neighbor growing up, and chuckled that all their lives they had heard “Jack and Jill” jokes about their names. In High School they dated, after graduation got married, and then later k**s. She had been a receptionist until the girls came along, but then realized they needed a stay at home full-time mom, so settled into that life.

I mentioned how challenging it must be having 2 girls at their age, and she said it was worth it. Then she asked me some things about me, and it did not take long before she realized that I was a lesbian. I felt a light jolt when she placed her hand on my thigh and squeezed.

“Oh, I knew that already, Judy told us. And if there is anything we are not, is judgmental. Yes we go to church on Sunday, but we also believe that God loved everybody equally, and if it was such a horrible thing, he would not have given people such desires. I say live and let live, and do not worry about the splinter in your neighbor’s eye.” I actually held her and cried a bit at that, it had been so long since somebody had talked to me so kindly. While I was in no way “in the closet”, I also did not flaunt who I was. That was not good in this area of the country.

And I have to admit, feeling her against me gave me luscious shivers that I knew I was going to relive later on at night.

A few nights later I was again on the porch when Janie came over to visit. I was again enjoying a beer and a smoke when she just came over and plopped herself down next to me. After a bit I asked her about their names.

“Oh yes, J is a kind of family tradition. Jack, Jill, my aunt Janie, my uncle Jacob, me, my sister Judy, we all have names that start with J. It is kind of a joke really. All our friends call us the ‘J sisters’, and I joke that if I have a son I will name him Jay, just to confuse everybody.”

I finished my beer and was going to go in and get another one, and asked her if she wanted a pop. She said she would rather have a beer. I looked at her closely, and asked if she was allowed to have beer. She blushed a lovely shade of red, and softly said she was not, but was curious as to what it tasted like.

I said no, she got pop and headed inside. I thought the screen door took longer than it should to close, and realized it was because Janie followed me inside. Shrugging I went into the kitchen and got 2 cans out, and sat one of pop for her on the table. She pouted and sat at the kitchen table and opened it.

I adjusted the fan so it was blowing on us, and opened my own beer. A few minutes later before I could stop her she reached across and grabbed the can, taking a swallow. “Ugh, this tastes awful!” she said.

“Hmmm, it’s an acquired taste. Like coffee, or hard alcohol, or cigarettes” I said, as I pulled one out and lit it up.

“Well, I guess I can see that. But it does look kinda sexy watching you smoke. What kind of cigarette is that? I have never seen one like that before.”

I then handed her my pack of Virginia Slim 120mm. Half the diameter of a regular cigarette, and much longer. I grinned at her and turned half sideways, taking a long drag as I crossed my thighs. She giggled, saying I looked like an actress from an old-time movie.

I did not mention to her that I had started smoking them because about 6 years before after my mom died I had seduced (or been seduced by) the lady that lived in her house at the time. She loved having me stop by and eat her pussy as she smoked Virginia Slims, then would return the favor as I did the same thing. She was kinky, but to her it was just fun and games with the girl next door. But I was around 22, and she was around 45.

We talked for another 20 minutes as I felt my panties grow more than a little damp, then finally she gave me a little hug, and saying “Goodbye Miss Terry,” she headed on home.

It was a long 40 minutes before my fingers finally coaxed out a second orgasm, and I was able to roll over and go to sleep.

The next afternoon I had just gotten home when Jill knocked on the door. She said that Jack had taken the girls to go bowling, and she thought a visit should be nice. I invited her in, and she spent a few minutes exploring the house. She commented on the furnishings, which were mostly like hers. An old square kitchen table, with a blue speckled Formica top and chrome railing. A beige sofa and love seat, and a rocker-recliner with a brown corduroy fabric and handle on the side.

I told her that when mom died I got all of it, and since it was just me it was all fine. After about an hour she finally got to the reason why she was there. Her and Jack wanted to go out for the night, and were wondering if I could watch the girls.

“Surely they are old enough they do not need a babysitter,” I said, and she agreed.

“Oh, actually Janie does not! She is a sweet girl and always does what we say. Judy is the one that needs watching. I'm sure that within 20 minutes after we left she would be saying she had to go see her friends and be taking off leaving Janie home alone. And I do not want Janie at home alone.”

I nodded and told her I would do it. I felt more tingles as she hugged me, her ample breasts pushing against my own. When she tried to discuss payment, I told her that simply having Judy mow my lawn next time she did theirs would be enough. She agreed, and then I proposed a sleepover.

“My old room is still made up as my room. The girls can sleep there, and I can either put a sleeping bag on the floor for one, or the other can use the couch. That way the two of you can stay out as long as you want, and I can feed them breakfast and just send them home in the morning.”

She said that sounded fine, and after giving me another hug she went on home.

On Friday night at around 6 there was a knock on the door. Jill, Judy and Janie stood outside. The girls each had a paper grocery bag and I told them to come in. Jill told me they had already eaten, but would probably like a snack before bed. And their sleepwear and clothes for tomorrow were in the bags.

So an hour after they left as the sky was getting dark I was on the couch, watching TV with a cute girl on each side of me. There are worse ways to spend an evening, and I had a feeling my vibrator was going to get a real workout before I went to sleep.

Finally, Janie was getting tired, and she headed off to bed. Judy decided she would sleep on the couch and had set her sleeping bag on the other end, leaning against it. I got up to get another beer, and right after I sat down she laid down with her head on the bag, her feet in my lap. I reached down and tickled her, and she giggled and pulled it away. We did this a few times and I grinned, then reached down and just rested my hand on her foot.

After about 5 minutes I heard a soft sigh, and realized that my hand was no longer just resting on her foot, but massaging it. I stopped but she softly asked if I could continue. I did so, and after 10 minutes or so switched to the other foot. She sighed softly, and said I did that just as good as Tina did. When I asked her who Tina was, she said “She was my girlfrien… my neighbor.”

And then she suddenly pulled her foot out of my lap and was in my arms, crying softly into my chest. It took a while, and I finally got the story out of her. Tina lived 4 doors down from them, and they had been secret lovers.

Sleepovers had turned into at first kissing, then exploring with each other, then into nights where they “played other games”, first with themselves then with each other. They had promised to stay together even after the move, but it seems that last week Tina had told her she had a boyfriend, and was not interested in continuing their games.

I held her, and stroked her hair and told her it would be alright. I then found myself telling her that I had similar experiences in the past. Girls I thought were lovers, who later thought that boys were more fun than me.

“Oh, it was still a lot of fun. I loved when we made love, but in the end they all eventually left me” I softly said. Here I was, both feeling slightly morose from how the conversation had gone, and horny feeling her face against my breasts. Finally, she said she was tired. So as I walked over to turn off the TV she spread her sleeping bag out on the couch. I gave her a hug goodnight and headed off to bed.

A shower was just what I needed, but as I slipped under the covers with images of holding my vibrator I realized quickly there was somebody else there. Mostly because with my eyes still dazzled from the light in the bathroom I sat on the bed. I reached behind me to turn into the bed, and instead of bedding my hand came to rest on a breast. And by the size, Judy’s.

“Judy, what are you doing here?” I softly whispered.

“I just don’t want to sleep alone tonight. Please Terry, let me sleep here tonight.”

So against my better wishes, I did so. So much for using my vibrator tonight!

Sometime later I felt Judy moving around, then moving around again. She said something softly then moved again. She was on her back, and pressed lightly against my back as it was turned towards her. Then she moved around a bit more. Finally, I rolled over, thinking if I looked at her and told her to go to sleep she might do so.

But when I rolled over, all thought left my mind. She was on her back, and her leg had been pressed against the back of mine. But her other leg was at the other edge of the bed. And her nighty was pulled up to her waist. And while one of her hands was up at her face and it looked like she was biting into it, the other was between her legs, inside of her panties.

Ever seen a sexy 20-something girl masturbating? She looked so sexy, and without thought I reached out my hand and rested it on her belly. She stopped and jerked, and I softly said “Shhh, it’s OK, go ahead. If this is what you need, I’m not gonna stop you.” And with a soft sigh her fingers went back to work.

I think she was getting close, because her moans were more whimpers now. Then she reached out with the hand she had been biting and reached behind my head. She pulled my lips to hers, and I was lost.

I could feel her stiffen and moan into my lips as her orgasm overtook her, and feel her hips moving up and down under her hand. She continued to wiggle, and started to remove her hand from her panties. I reached down with my hand and grasped her wrist, and instead pushed it back down. Pulling back I looked into her eyes and whispered “Oh Judy, surely you don't normally at just one, do you?” And with a nod she started scratching her itch yet again. And I held her in my arms, occasionally kissing her as she used her fingers to have another orgasm.

She started to slide her hand back up, but I again reached to hold her hand in place. “Is two enough my sweet Judy, or do you need a third?”

She kissed me, and it quickly turned passionate. And in the next 10 minutes or so our clothes came off, and nude we laid in my bed and kissed as she continued masturbating yet again. It had been a long time since a sexy college-age girl had masturbated with me, and I was on fire. I kept my hand on top of hers, and as she started to go faster I would make her slow down, trying to drag this out. Her breasts were indeed a lovely B cup, with pink hard nipples at the tip of each one. And the hair on her cunt was the same shade of dark brown as that on her head. I bent to kiss that hair on her head when she moaned and turned her head to the side.

Her lips came into contact with my breast, and she latched right onto my nipple. I moaned as I felt her suck on my aching nipple, and she tried to move her hand faster. Deciding to let her have what she so badly needed I reached down to just below her wrist and started to move her hand faster for her, almost like now I was the one masturbating her but with her own fingers. Sweet lovely Judy sucked harder, then moaned. Then she came, gasping into my breast as she did.

We cuddled and kissed then, and soon she decided it was my turn. I found myself on my back as she reached down and started to rub my cunt. I was wet, and hot, and so horny. There was no hiding the slippery noises as her fingers slid in and out of me, and she kept kissing me over and over. Finally, she slipped her fingers out and rubbed my clit quickly, and I came. A long sweet orgasm started in my clit, then settled deep in my cunt as I came. Very hard, and very intense.

We both fell asleep after that, and the sun was just peeking in the blinds and I looked over and saw it was just after 6 in the morning. I gave Judy a small kiss, and told her she needed to get dressed and back into the living room before her sister woke up. She moaned, but sleepily did as I asked.

I fell back asleep and an hour later I heard cartoons on the TV. I came out and they were both on the TV watching something they thought was entertaining. I went into the kitchen, and for the first time in I forgot how long made breakfast for more than just myself. Thankfully all k**s love french toast, and soon we were eating away as they discussed their plans for the rest of the weekend. Janie said she was planning on going down to the park and see if she could meet any other k**s her age. Judy said she was planning on going to their old neighborhood, but that had been scrapped.

“Well, that’s good. I didn’t like Tina anyways. She never let me sleep over, and was always trying to boss me around when she slept at our house. I hope your next friend is nicer to me than she was!” And at that she finished the last bite of breakfast and went back to the living room.

We shared a little smile, and then Judy giggled when I winked at her. I leaned in close and whispered “Well, your sister is always welcome to sleep over here. She just has to stay in my old room.” Judy smiled back, with a lovely blush on her cheeks.

Jill came by about an hour later and the girls were already packed up and ready to go home. Judy said she would see me later, and headed out the door.

And later on that day she came by and said she was told to cut my grass as well as their own. I winked, and leaned closely asking if she had any tight shorts she could wear. She blushed, then nodded. “Wear them” I whispered, and she nodded again, looking around to make sure nobody was watching then kissed my cheek and headed home.

I spent the next hour and a half watching her cute little ass wearing a pair of shorts that might have been her sister’s as she cut first their lawn, then my own. And as she got closer I saw that she had no bra on either, and her nipples were obviously hard.

Finally, she was done, and she knocked on my door and asked if she could have a pop. I told her to come in, and she followed me to the kitchen. And that was as far as we went. I set the can on the table and turned to face her, and she was in my arms. And my arms went around her as her lips found mine. 10 minutes after we were back in my bed, and I had 2 fingers sliding in and out of her cunt as I sucked on her clit.

She tried to stop me, saying she needed a shower but I refused to listen. She tasted of sweat, and just a hint of pee, and lovely young pussy. I reached up and pulled on her nipples which made her gasp, then bit lightly on her hard little clittie, making her explode under me.

When she finally calmed down it was my turn. Looking down into her face, I saw her eyes looking up into mine, and felt the first twinges in years that might actually be called love. She reminded me of a girl her age that I had a torrid week-long affair with right before the spring semester ended. The same tight body, the same generous eyes that looked up into mine from between my legs.

But when the term ended she went home, and did not return. I never did find out what happened to her, but the g****vine said she had been dropped for academic reasons. At least it was not me that drove her away I told myself.

Remembering her pussy eating and feeling Judy doing the same inflamed me and soon I was cumming for the first time on her cute little face. I pulled her up and kissed her deeply, telling her that she had done a wonderful job. A few minutes later and she went to wash her face, and said “Ewww” as she started to get into her clothes. She asked if she could wash them and herself first, and I told her that would not be a good idea. To return home clean and with clean clothes after mowing 2 lawns, her family might suspect something.

So she got into them, and with a few more kisses she headed on home.

All thought that summer she would drop by occasionally when I got home from work or on the weekends, and we would fuck. Over, and over, and over again. I even introduced her to a couple of my toys, and she said they were OK, but not her favorite thing in the world. We learned that she could handle 2 of my fingers inside of her tight little pussy, but she could almost stick her entire hand into my cunt. The feeling of her 4 fingers shoved all the way inside of me as the webbing between her fingers and thumb rubbed against my clit got me cumming every time.

And in August when the nights were starting to get longer the girls had another sleepover so Jack and Jill could go out again.

That night after her sister had gone to bed I told her to get her sleeping bag rolled out, then join me in 15 minutes. When she came in, I had something I had picked up a few weeks before on the bed. “Terry, what is that!” she exclaimed.

I spent the next 10 minutes getting her naked, then fastening the straps and belts over her hips and thighs. I explained it was a strap-on dildo, and I wanted her to fuck me with it.

“I thought you did not like guys like that?” she said.

I kissed her lips, and said “I do not like guys fucking me. They cum inside to fast, and are hairy and messy and the entire pregnancy thing. But you are not a guy, you can't get me pregnant, and just sometimes I like to be fucked with something hard inside of me.

"Judy, I do not like this very often. But I had a girlfriend that did, and with her, I learned to appreciate it."

It took about 30 minutes, until she was finally giving it to me the way I wanted. It took a while until she learned how far she could pull out without slipping out of my cunt, and she was getting tired I could tell. But I was approaching my third orgasm of the night so I rocked my hips faster and said it would be the last one. And finally, I felt it starting at my toes and came as I clenched her smooth silky body against my own, cumming in a glorious release.

She said she wanted to try it next, and after 30 minutes of recovery and kissing it was my turn in the harness and I was easing my plastic cock inside of her. This is the first time I realized how tight she was. She had taken my smallest vibrator inside of her before, but this was about 50 percent thicker. She cried out a little bit, but soon I had it fully inside of her and was thrusting in and out of her. She was pulling me tight against her and thrusting her hips up and down under me. She had cum once, and I could tell that another one was close when suddenly I heard a loud “Oh my GOD!” from behind me.

I looked over my shoulder, and it was Jill!

Well, the next few days were a nightmare. The police came, and I was taken into the station and booked. Mugshots, fingerprints, it was 4 days until the preliminary hearing. And when my lawyer came in to talk to me the day before, I broke down and cried as I read the formal charges against me.

Very obvious at the very top was “Sexual abuse with a minor under the age of 16”.

I asked her what the fuck, I was with Judy, not Janie. She then just sighed and shook her head. “I’ve seen their pictures, it is part of the evidence after all. How old did you think Judy was?”

“19, 20” I said.

“Oh no, she is 15. Janie is 13. Her grandparents are furious, and they want the book thrown at you.”

“Grandparents!” I screamed. “I thought they were their parents.!”

“No Ms. Jackson, they are orphans, their parents were killed in a car accident when they were 6 and 8. They were adopted by their grandparents after that. We have a very long road ahead of us, now let me explain how this is going to work at your hearing.”

Well, I plead not guilty, and was given bail and ordered to stay away from the entire family. When I got home I saw Jack give me a disgusted look as he was loading furniture into a moving van. I wanted to talk to him, to apologize. but I was not allowed to.

By the time of my trial, I had not found anybody I could trust to watch my house. By that time Judy had turned 16, and my lawyer had a stack of motions ready to file stating that she was now old enough that we could force her to testify. We would make her testify that she had misled me by saying she could drink alcohol, and I had believed she was over the age of consent. But I refused, telling her I did not want to put Judy on trial. “This must be bad enough for her as it is, I do not want to put her through that.”

But the night before the trial was to start, I was sitting outside in my chair smoking a cigarette and drinking a beer as I looked at the empty house next door. And in my mind I saw those documents with Judy’s name on them and cried. I cried myself to sleep, then woke up and cried again. I cried in the shower as I got ready to go to court.

When I went in, I saw Jill and Jack sitting in the back of the courthouse, both with scowls on their faces. And as the judge was asking for anything the lawyers wanted filed, my attorney immediately stood up. “Your honor, because the minor in this alleged assault is now over the age of 16, we petition the court to…”

That was as far as I let her get. I quickly stood up and said loudly “Your honor, I wish to change my plea to guilty.”

Pandemonium broke out in the courtroom. After 10 minutes of back and forth where my attorney tried to get me to sit down and the judged insisted that I understand what I was doing. He asked me, both attorneys, and the legal guardians to meet him in his chambers.

While he was stern on the bench as he should have been, he seemed much calmer and gentle in his chambers. “Ms. Jackson, are you sure this is what you want to do? You know what this will mean, right?” he asked, almost kindly.

I was crying, and nodded. “Your Honor, I had no idea Judy was only 15, I thought she was 19 or 20. I thought Jack and Jill were her parents, not her grandparents. I never would have done this if I had known, trust me on that.” I pulled a tissue out of my purse and wiped my eyes with it.

“My attorney wants to force her to testify, and I will not allow that! I do not know if I was IN love with Judy, but I do love her. And the last thing I will allow is to have her hurt any more. I will not allow her to testify, I will not allow her to make any more statements. Yes, what happened was consensual, and I did not **** her. We had an affair for almost 3 months, and I am not ashamed I loved her.” I then felt my face go hard.

“But I will NOT let her be hurt anymore by me! This entire thing ends here and now. So please, let’s just go back out there and get it over with.” I turned to look at my attorney and quietly said “I told you from the start I did not want her to testify. And you went ahead and tried to do it anyways. Bitch, you are fired, and I will spend my time in jail before I ever let you or anybody else hurt Judy.”

Well, the Judge sent me out of his chambers, while Jack and Jill stayed in there with the prosecuting attorney.

It was just after lunch when court resumed. And the judge first went through the preliminaries. Motion to fire the attorney of Terry Lynn Jackson so she could represent herself, approved. Motion to dismiss jury and have the judge pass final judgment, approved. I watched as the jury left the room.

I was then asked once again to give my plea, and I stood up on shaking legs and said softly “Guilty of all charges, your honor.”

I was shocked as Jill came up behind me and rested her hand on my shoulder as the judge quickly read through the facts and charges. I looked over my shoulder into her eyes as the last of them were read, and we were both crying a little bit. Finally, he asked me to stand as he passed judgment.

For charge 1, guilty of having sexual relations with a minor under the age of 16. 5 years in the state penitentiary. For charges 2 through 6 (various minor charges ranging from sodomy of said minor, to serving alcohol to said minor), not guilty due to insufficient evidence. To be taken into custody immediately.

As I waited in the County Jail for transfer to prison a few days later, I was surprised when I got an announcement of a visitor. I went down, and just like on TV it was a bunch of benches facing each other. With a thick sheet of glass with wire inside between the two people, and phones next to them on the wall. And waiting for me was Jill.

I numbly picked up the phone, and just held it there. I waited for her to start screaming at me, but she did not. She quietly told me that she had no idea I had not known that Judy had just graduated Junior High. She and her sister were both like their mother, and matured very early. She told me how furious she was when she discovered us together, but was so thankful that I had done what I did in order to spare her granddaughter any pain.

“Just so you know, that would have been hard. Judy still thinks that she loves you, and blames herself for what happened.”

I told her that it was my fault, and to try and help her through this. She then said that Jack is going to look after my house while I was “gone”, and make sure it is well taken care of. “You know, their mother Jessica probably would have liked you” she softly said. They then announced it was time to go and with tears on both our faces I headed back to my cell.

The last 2 years have been a nightmare most of the time, not all that bad in others. There are a lot of real bull dykes in here, and some really like to hurt and humiliate the gal they are with. But I have had 2 girlfriends also, for the first time in my life. One I was with for 6 months before she was released, and the one I was with now had been with me for almost a year.

I am not sure now if I want to actually take parole and return to the life I had before, or just stay in here and be with her. After all, what is 2 more years?