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Justice by I.R. Nixon April 1997 For Judy Pollux the Delta Delta Chi's spring party was the highlight of an already great day. She had enjoyed bicycling with her two best friends Mary and Louise in the morning. In the afternoon she went shopping at the Mall and then her and Louise treated themselves to a fine dinner at Edwardo's Resturant before going to the party. With her first year of college nearly over she was now in a party mode. Roger Turner brought her a mug of lite beer. Judy felt that this beer might be one too many but she wasn't driving. Roger seemed like a thoughtful and decent individual. The had danced earlier in the evening and now were engaged in conversation. "I just took delivery on it today. It is really beautiful and fast. I had it up to 150 this afternoon. C'mom all show it to you." Roger informed Judy. "Roger I would love to see your 'vette' but I don't think either one of us should be driving." "I didn't say drive it, I'll just show it to you. We can go for a drive someother time." "Okay, lets see your 'mean machine'." The two departed the house and started walking towards a small wooden area. Judy noticed that they were walking away from the parking area. "I keep it parked down here. That way doors aren't getting opened into it. That helps keeps the paint from being scratched." Roger informed Judy as the walked through the wooded area known as the mini-park. A few feet into the area Roger grabbed and kissed Judy forcefully on the lips. He also held her tightly. Judy reacted by pushing herself away. Telling Roger in no uncertain terms not to try that again. "C'mon you've been comin on to me all evening. What are you some kinda of prick teaser." "Go to Hell, Roger!!" Judy shouted as she started to walk back to the party. Roger grabbed her arm and told her, "You ain't going anyplace women until I say so. Judy brought her knee sharply into his groin. He doulbed over and Judy then start to run. The thick trees and underbrush prevented her from gaining to much of a lead and Roger caught her in a few step. He threw her to the ground and slapped her hard across her face. When she tried to stand up he pushed her face first into the bushes near the trees, scracthing he face badly and tearing her clothes. He then used both hands in a backhand move to her head sending her once more to the ground. Roger then left to rejoin the party. He arrived via the backdoor to the party. He hurried to his room quickly changing clothes. He placed his old clothes in a sack and hid them in a small storage area in the frat house. He rejoined the party minutes later. Judy could hardly stand upright but she was able to move stumbling from tree to tree to get to a clearing near the point where they had entered the mini-park. When she was clear of the wooded areas she collapsed to the ground. When she woke up she was in the ambulance heading towards Saint Thomas Hospital. Her face was badly scratched, bruised and swollen from the beating. She described Roger to the police and they spoke to him. Roger claimed that he offered to escort Judy to her car, but she refused the offer. Police could find no evidence on Roger's clothes that he had ever been in the wooded area. Roger's friends claimed that he was at the party all evening. His friends may have believed they were being truthful since he had only been gone a few minutes, no longer than it would take to use the restroom. With only Judy's word and no supporting evidence there was little the police could do. Judy recovered physically in a few weeks. There was no permanent damage to her face and the scratches left no scars. She finished her first year and returned home for the summer. Roger was able to convince his friends that Judy had simply drank too much. Roger was elected as president of the Delta Delta Chi's for the next year, his senior year. Judy worked at Mary's Closet, a dress store in her hometown, for the summer. Mentally though the trama had taken its toll. She was fearful of going out alone or going out at night. She did vow to return the next fall. October 1997 FRIDAY EVENING.......THE FIRST MESSAGE Dave Dornman grimaced as the security officer applied pressure to the bolt-cutters around his handcuffs in a few seconds his hands were free. Dave also had another problem. He was wearing a women's gown, wig, and makeup. Bill Sugerman of Campus security was not amused. Hazing and fraternity pranks were part of the job he knew. But this one on a Friday evening, with the pre-game dance when everyone would be there was going to far. Handcuffing him to a pipe in the women's restroom might seem amusing to some but it also placed the room out of service for nearly half-an-hour on the night of the pre-game dance. "A woman did this to you, right?" said Sugarman with more than sufficient amount of skepticism. "Right.", Dornman answered sheepishly. "One women was able to toss you around and do this to you by herself." "I know it sounds weird, but its the truth." "You were a wrestler in high school, third in the state two years ago, and you now tell me that one women could do this?" "Do you think I'd admit that if it wasn't true.?" "Okay, about how old was this wonderwomen?" "Eighteen, nineteen, maybe twenty." "About how big was this monster." "Five seven maybe five eight about one sixty maybe one seventy." Sugarman took notes and finally decided to let Dornman leave. By the time he was finished some of his buddies had arrived with a change of clothes. "You can leave those clothes here unless you need them for the big dance.". Sugarman snidely replied. Alice McFee, Sugarman's partner went over an inspected the garments. She had a strange feeling about this. This did not seem like you usual college prank. She decided to let her partner know about it. "Bill, this one looks strange to me." "Alice every year we go through these initiation and hazing rituals. That's part of the job. I just wish they would use a little restraint when they get these wild hares up their ass. I mean the could have just cuffed him in the men's room at least that would not have placed it out of service." "No that's not what I mean. Look at that gown. This was purchased from Carolyn Langford. She handles very upscale products this probably cost over two hundred and most men don't know that much about makeup to have it applies so correctly. Finally, he is a junior, usually its Freshman that get hazed." "I looked at his record. He's a theatre major. Last year he took a course on makeup. Besides he's probably lying about that one women part. That might be part of the hazing. If a women ever did that to me I would at least claim it took three of them and one of them had a gun. "You sexist slob. I don't know, this one just seems a little too wierd." Dornman was now getting razzed big time about his adventure. Back in male clothing his frat brothers were sparing him no mercy. The fact that one women could so easily do this to him meant he would be tormented for days. "Guy's I wouldn't get too smart. This women was awesome. Look I wrestled for four years in high school. But I was no match for her. She was awesome. Her biceps alone were probably seventeen eighteen inches and she was powerfull. It only took her about five minutes or less. I don't know why she did it, but she didn't have any problem doing it." "Sure, sure, a women turned you into a drag queen and left you handcuffed in the girl's john." Mike Harmon entered the room with a brown manilla envelope. The envelope had Dave Turners name on it. "Roger some chick left this here for you when you went to get Dave." Roger took the envelope but did not open it. He excused himself and then went to his room to look at the envelope. He was mystified by its contents. Inside there was a picture of Judy Pollux that had been taken at the emergency room. Her face was swollen and bruised. The scratches were very visible. Roger could barely look at the picture. There was also a picture of Dave handcuffed in the ladies' room. There was also a note. Dave read the note and tried to understand it. "You must confess and atone for your crimes and sins. What I did to your friend was a message. He was lucky he can be changed back. Your change will be permanent. If you do not confess your crime I will permanently change you into a women. You will get another message within twenty-four hours. Sister of Justice." The note seemed wierd to Dave especially the name at the bottom. Was this sometime of bizarre cult or something. Actually, Roger was a little irritated. Dave was the smallest of the guy's in Delta Delta Chi. Roger thought some amazon bully just wanted to embarass Dave and was able to muscle him into that situation. Roger thought if Sister of Justice wanted a real fight he'd give her one she would not forget. The postgame dance would be starting soon so Dave, Mike, and Roger all proceeded to the dance. Dave seemed none the less for wear when they arrived at the dance. Very few people had heard of the incident and for obvious reasons he wanted to keep it that way. Roger and Mike were having a good time. Around midnight Roger started to round up Dave and Mike to go back to the frat house. Roger found Dave but could not find Mike. Finally, a tall brunette came over to Roger and told him that Mike had left with her roommate and would not be going back with them. Both Dave and Roger knew what that meant and left. "Well looks like Mike got lucky tonight.", Roger stated. "Yeah, wonder what he's doing about now." Dave stated. SATURDAY MORNING.........THE SECOND MESSAGE Darin Demerest entered the football stadium shortly after sunrise. It was game day and that meant his crew would have to insure everything at the stadium was ready. The crowds would start arriving in several hours. Last night Darin left late making sure that everything was as ready as it could be. That meant he would only have to recheck things this morning. The press people would be their in a few hours setting up cameras and doing pregame reports. Darin knew he would not leave the stadium until well after the game. He seated himself in a small electric cart and started out through the tunnel down the astroturf towards the north goal. In the distance he noticed something strange about the north goal. He could not make out what it was at first but as he got closer he started to see that it appeared that someone was standing on a small scaffold directly under the crossbar. He continued towards the goalpost. When he arrived he could not believe his eyes. Her was a women in a evening gown standing on a scaffold her hands were chained to the crossbar. He grabbed his bolt cutters from his cart and was able to severe the small dog chain that held her hands in position. He then helped the women down. Only then did he notice it wasn't a women but a man. He called campus secutity again. Sugarman was even more annoyed this time. It would take some effort to remove the chains from the goalpost and move the scaffolding away. This silly pranksterism had to cease. It was one thing to play some practical jokes but this was getting destructive. Sugarman started talking to Mike Harmon. He found out that Mike and Dave belonged to the same fraternity. This made him even more skeptical. Both had the same story of a women physically forcing them into these clothes. He was finding this story easier to believe though. Why would two people lie about this story. Roger entered the office of campus security to retrieve Mike. He appeared to be in about the same state of feminine attire that Dave had been in twelve hours earlier. Both Sugarman and Alice agreed that there was something more going on here than normal hazing. Alice had noticed that Mike's hair had been curled and styled. This meant it took considerable time to do it. Mike did not have a background that would suggest he could or would know anything about makeup and hairstyling. Dave was wearing only a wig. Mike was also wearing a Carolyn Langford gown. This was not adding up at all. When Mike and Roger returned to the frat house Roger was informed that he had a package waiting for him. The package was wrapped in plain brown wrapper. Roger went to his room to open the package. Again the contents were unusual. Inside was a black lace bra size 34C. There was also a picture of Mike hanging from the goalpost. There was a second note attached. "You must atone and confess to your crimes. This is your second message. Your change will be permanent if you do not confess. You will wear the bra and you will not need padding for it if you do not confess. You will receive another message withing 24 hours. You still have time to confess." Sister of Justice" Roger was now visibly shaken. Who was this psycho? Some crazy women that was trying to get him to confess to what he had done. What does she mean that he would be filling out a bra in six months. How could that happen even if he wanted it to. Dave decided he had better inform the rest of fraternity about what was happening. He showed the letters to them and wondered if they could help. Ron Colby was a very intelligent pre-med student. He informed Roger that it was possible to have someone's gender changed surgically. He also told Roger that there were several ways that breasts could be enlarged even on males. Whoever the Sister of Justice was she seemed to have a knowledge of this aspect. Roger was still not willing to concede that he was scared, especially of a mere women. The members did decide to install dead-bolt locks on all the doors as a precaution. SATURDAY NIGHT.......THE THIRD MESSAGE. Roger and Jack Corvell decided use their student tickets and enjoy the football game that afternoon. The so called big-game was a traditional rivalry but Roger's team was a twenty point favorite. This meant an up mood for post game party's. The Theta Rho's fraterity would be hosting this party and they were legend for their parties. Roger was glad to get his mind off the events of the last twenty-four hours. He did not need some whacko spoiling his time. The lopsided 49-14 score caused Roger and Jack to leave in the fourth quarter. The Theta's were already tapping the keg when they arrived. Roger was ready to party long into the night Around ten o'clock that evening a small petite blond came over to talk to the group. Roger had never seen her before but he was always interested in meeting new young ladies. He offered her a drink and then they started to converse. "So your Roger Turner. Oh, I almost forgot. If your Roger Turner this guy named Jack somebody says you suppose to meet him at your car. Whatever that means." "Thank-you.", Roger answered then he noticed that he had not seen Jack since they arrived around four o'clock. Roger could also not phathom why Jack would want to meet him at the car. Roger figured Jack must have a reason so he went to his car. He did not see Jack near the car so Roger opened the door. He could not believe what he saw. Jack was bound and gagged in the car. His once long hair was now a mass of curls, tight curls that could only be caused by a perm. He was wearing makeup and a formal evening gown. Roger quickly untied him and removed the gag. Roger noticed a small tape cassette was attached to the steering wheel with tape. He place the tape in the player and heard a women's voice. "Roger, this is the Sister of Justice. You must confess and atone for you sins and crimes. If not I will make you a women permanently. You can look at your friends hair if you doubt my ability to make things permanent. In your glove box you will find an information packet about the Donneford Gender Reassignment Clinic located in Mexico. If you do not confess you will find yourself being a patient there. They are not concerned about whether you are there voluntarily or not. So think about that Roger. Confession is good for the soul. You will receive more warnings but the only way you can stop this is to confess. Yours truly the Sister of Justice." If the tape was not enough to terrify Roger than Jack's account of the events would be. According to Jack some women abducted him from the party using brute strength and took him to a commercial salon. Jack did not know how he got to the salon and was unsure where it was. There he was told if he knew what was good for them he would offer no resistance to what this women named Mary would do to him. The women who had abducted him stayed with him and made it quite clear she was in control. After leaving the salon they dressed the rest of him. Jack's story was also consistant about a young poweful women who looked to be a teenager. Roger drove to the frat house a break-neck speed. Once inside while Jack changed, Roger sent Mike and Dave out to roundup the other brothers this situation was getting serious. In slightly over twenty-four hous three men had been feminized against their will by one women and all seemed powerless to stop it. They had to come up with a plan of action. "Okay, from now on we only leave here in groups of two. We will board up the windows and lock the deadbolts when we leave. Tomorrow I'll get my shotgun and we can start guarding the place.", Roger stated to the group he felt stupid noting that one teenaged girl had virtually imprisoned twenty males in their own frat house. "There is one thing more we can do.", Ron Colby added. "I know this guy named Jake. He used to be a bouncer at The Hideout. He's six three weighs 270 can bench 500 lbs, he's got a black belt in Karate and teaches it part time. He started working as a private detective about two years ago maybe he can help us find out who the Sister of Justice is." "How do we get ahold of him?" Roger inquired. "I can call him. It's Sunday but I can have him hear tomorrow afternoon. He owes me some favors." "Do it." Mike added, "What about calling the police?" Roger quickly rejoined, "No lets see what Jake can do first." SUNDAY MORNING...........THE FOURTH MESSAGE Sunday morning arrived and the frat brothers were already starting to board the windows. Roger's brother had brought the shotgun and a box of shells to the frat house. No one ventured from the house alone. Two guys Ed Savatore and Paul DeVane took a grocery list and would bring back the provisions for the week. The Delta Delta Chi house was becoming a literal fortress. One of the electronic engineering students was designing a security system for the doors that would activate on entry. Still others were busy devising security devices for their rooms. It was nearly eleven o'clock when Roger noticed that Ed and Paul had not returned. They had been gone a long time and Roger was starting to get concerned. He thought he would wait another half hour and then send someone to look for them. Roger noticed that it was nearly lunch time. He decided to venture into the kitchen. A look of horror appeared on his face when entered the kitchen. Ed and Paul were tied to chairs bound and gagged. The stereo playing had prevented Roger from hearing their grunting. They were both wearing women's clothing including makeup and nails. Roger quickly released them. They both reiterated the same story as the rest. One girl, a teenager had overpowered them and dressed them. In this case she had simply tackled them and tied one then proceeded to dress them one at a time. She then lead them to the back of the house unlocked the door with Ed's key and tied them to the chairs and left. In their words she did not seem to have any problem doing this and seemed quite efficient at it. Jake would be over at one o'clock. It was slightly before noon now. Roger was nearly beside himself with worry. Who was this women and how come she could do this to them. He knew he was her target. She was just using these other guys as messengers. His anxiety level had been going up ever since he got the first note and it was nearing the breaking point. He decided he would go check the internet to find out any information he could. He entered his room and switched on his computer. Instead of the computer regular background he saw the following "Roger you must confess and atone for your crimes and sins. Traveling in two's will not save you from your fate. The only way to save yourself is to confess. You will find a small present I left you in your upper right hand dresser drawer. Sister of Justice' He looked in the dresser drawer and found a small gift wrapped package. Inside he looked at found a note and jewelry box. He opened the jewelry box and found two items that looked like chunks of smooth meat with a small gold chain attached to them. He was mystified as to what they were. He then read the note. "Roger I went shopping late last night at the mortuary and found these lovely testicles to make earrings out of. Guess who's testicles will be used for your earrings next year Roger? Sister of Justice." Roger dropped the box and ran to the toilet and vomitted. He was so shocked by this that when he finished vomitting he could hardly breathe or standup. He laid on the bathroom floor for several minutes. What kind of person could do something as callous as that? Roger thought to himself. Who was this person?? This can't be happening. One teenage girl has terrorized an entire frat house. She dresses men up as women with little more effort than a mother would dress a child. She even is so brazen as to take one to a public salon on a busy day. Despite security precautions she enters and leaves there house without being seen. She breaks into a mortuary and steals testicles and makes earrings out of them. Is there no limit to this person? All of these thoughts were racing through Roger's head. He was being terrorized by a women he had never known or seen. SUNDAY EVENING...........THE FIFTH MESSAGE At One O'clock Jake had arrived. Twelve of the twenty who lived in the frat house had taken off in fear and went home. They felt there chances at the frat house were no better than at home and it was the frat house that seemed to attract the Sister of Justice. Jake met with the brothers and could offer them little consolation. He told them he would examine the situation and see what he could do. He had noticed one thing though all of them were found in Carolyn Langford gowns. It would be unusual for one person to have purchased so many gowns in a short period of time. He would inquire there tomorrow. For right now everyone was to stay put and be on their guard. He would call them the next day with any information he had. Roger was getting more terrified by the minute. He didn't know what to do. The frat house was totally sealed. The windows and backdoors were boarded shut. The front door was locked and had an electric device that sounded an alarm if anyone entered. The remaining people were working in four hour shifts patrolling the upstairs hall with a loaded shotgun. This should have been enough security against anyone. Yet he was still scared. He thought about calling the police. However, he would give Jake twenty four hours to find out who this person, this Sister of Justice was. If not he knew he could not go on living like this. Roger spent the rest of the day watching pro-football until it was five o'clock. He then took his four hour shift on shotgun patrol walking throughout the house with a shotgun. Checking closets and being vigilant. He could only eat a small sandwich for supper and he could barely finish his soft drinks. At nine o'clock he finished his patrol and gave the shotgun to Al Morgan. He watched TV for a few hours then decided that he would try to get some sleep. He went up to his room his room. When he opened the door and switched on the light. He jumped in horror. Al Morgan was tied to the bed in women's clothing. The shotgun was propped up on a chair a stick extented from it. A white pair of panties was attached to the stick and the word "BANG" was written on the panties in lipstick. "Don't bother screaming, Roger.", he heard a women's voice say. He looked over towards the voice. There he saw a women standing in black leather pants and sleeveless blouse. She had short blond hair and a Lone Ranger type mask on her eyes. "Your friends are all tied up right now and won't be able to help you. Of course a big strong man like you wouldn't need any help would he? I mean I'm just a teenaged girl." She then flexed an eighteen inch bicep in front of Roger. "I guess you know that I'm not quite the pushover you might think. Judy Pollux was more your speed. C'mon give it your best shot Roger dear." Roger knew better than to try anything. He had heard the tales of her and wanted no part of it. He could not help but notice her physique how huge her arms and shoulder were. He also noticed how young her voice sounded. "I am really surprised at you boy's thinking I could be kept away by merely boarding the windows. Battery powered sabre saw will cut right through it. A little padding will muffle the sound and I'm in. Now Roger I am bringing you some good news. I'm going to leave you and your playmates alone for forty-eight hours. Call it a friendly gesture. If you have not decided to confess your sins and crimes by then I'll start to schedule you transformation into womenhood. So you think about that Roger dearest. Oh! and I'm a little offended. Didn't you like your earrings. Your not wearing them. Oh well in a few months you'll have your own. Now be a good boy and untie your friends and help this poor fellow here look like a man again. Think about your options Regina. Bye for now." The women then exited through the hole she had cut in the boarded window and repelled down a rope and disappeared. Roger stood there in shock. He then untied Al and left to untie the others. They all seemed relieved that they had two days to decide what to do. As midnight drew near there was no doubt, for Roger, this was the worst weekend of his life. Six of his friends had been feminized and humilitated by one teenage girl. They were powerless to stop her and now she was planning to have him transformed permanently into a women or at least look like a women. He now was at the stark realization that she could do that. He also knew that she would have no compulsion about doing that. His only hope would be what Jake could turn up. MONDAY.................THE SHOWDOWN Monday morning came and Roger started to survey the carnage of the weekend. The frat house was boarded up like a war zone. Jack's hair was still curly. Twelve of the group had move out and the rest were living in fear. Roger himself had only slept a few hours that night and his nerves were still on edge. He was still capable of weighing his options. His mind still pondered them. Oh God, why did he hit that girl that night. How could he confess to that. Maybe he could devise a story that might help him. His dad had plenty of money and could get a good lawyer. There might be a plea bargain of some sort. Just then the phone rang. Roger ran to answer it. He breathed a sigh of relief when it was Jake. Jake was at Carolyn Langford's place. He knew why Roger was being hunted. This girl, name Cathy, was an employee there and Jake had yet to meet her. She was known for her ability to handle men who acted up. "Roger, the reason she is after you is because she thinks you beat and raped a women last April. That's why she wants you to confess. Did you do that?" "No I didn't beat and rape anyone." "Okay I talked to Carolyn and she said this girl will be managing a fashion show tonight at six o'clock and that if you are here at five maybe you can tell her that you didn't do that. If she believes you she might let you off the hook. I would say that's your only hope right now." "Okay I'll be there. Where is this place?" Roger wrote down the address and spent the rest of the day trying to figure out a plausible explaination of what had happened. He tried to call his dad to arrange for legal representation. His dad however was unavailable. By four o'clock he had developed a fairly feaseable story about the events. He figured that his dad could pay a fairly sizable civil settlement to the girl and he might avoid jail. He left for the mall and arrived about four-thirty. At four forty five he arrived at the mall. Where he arrived he announced to one of the clerks who he was. He was then escorted to a small area. He stood there for a few minutes and then he felt a powerful and painful grip on his arm. Next he found himself being shoved into a larger room. Inside he was aghast to see Jake clad in heels, nylons, garters and a corset. Jake was wearing light makeup and a platinum blond wig. He then found himself being shoved rudely into a chair. "Roger we meet again.", stated the woman's voice and he once again was looking at her powerful body. "Jake and I had a little confrontation. I think you can figure out who won. He was a much tougher challenge than some of your little playmates from the fraternity though. It took me a good four or five minutes to get him, shall we say, in a more cooperative mode. Actually, he is not such a bad guy. I just thought it would be amusing to use him as a model for the show tonight. Kind of a fun thing for me. Not too much fun for him though." "Now what was it you wanted to talk to me about Regina? I think you should get used to your new name." "I didn't rape that girl and I'm going to confess to the rest of it." "Well Roger I think you did rape her. She claims you did." "Well I didn't!!" Jake interjected, "Roger are you saying that you only had consentual sex with her?" "No what I'm saying is that I didn't have any sex with her period none." "Well that's easy to prove. Roger when she called was taken to the emergency room there they used a rape kit. They take samples from the effected areas. If you did not have sex with her than your DNA would not be there. It would be impossible for you DNA to be there. You can prove that with a DNA test.", Jake added. "Well lets do a DNA test. That will prove it.", Roger added. Cathy then added, "Okay I'll give you a chance to prove you didn't rape her. Captain Cynthia Kelly of the police department is here for the Show I'll invite her in to take your confession." Captain Kelly arrived and started briefing Roger on his rights. She sent for a court stenographer and a medical technician to take the blood test. Cathy and Jake withdrew to another area. About twenty minutes later Captain Kelly and two uniformed officers wer getting ready to take Roger to the police station. Jake and Cathy returned. Jake was now in men's attire and Cathy and him were laughing. Cathy spoke to Roger, "Well Roger I hope we don't ever meet again. I imagine the feeling is mutual." Roger relieved that the ordeal was nearing an end. "So you are the Sister of Justice?" "No Roger I'm not the Sister of Justice. Would you like to meet the Sisters of Justice?" "Yes I would." Cathy opened the door and to Roger amazement in walked Dave, Mike, Jack, Ed, Paul, and Al. Roger could not believe what was happening to him. These were his friends from the fraternity they were not the victims of her. What was happening? "Let me explain, Roger." Jake interjected. "A few months ago Dave found the clothes you had hidden the night you assulted Judy. He knew you had lied to him and sought to smoke you out. Cathy her solicited the help of the rest of them. She used the most powerful weapon she could. She showed them a picture of Judy taken at the emergency and asked for there help. No real man could say no. That's something you would probably not know anything about. It was Paul and Ed that concocted this charade to terrorize you into confessing. You see they all agreed to be feminized and humiliated in order for you to believe there was a real Sister of Justice. That's why you could not secure the frat house. The Sister of Justice was already there." Captain Kelly sent Roger to the police station with the uniformed officers. She thanked all them men that were there. She informed then of the bad news though. Roger's story, which she did not believe was plausible enough that he would probably on get probation. According to him they both had drank too much. That is true. She kneed him first. That is true. He said he was trying to defend himself and struck her too hard and she fell into a tree and then fell into the bushes. He can only recall striking her once or twice. He then says he paniced and ran. Jake added, "I know but I don't think this is the first time Roger ever hit a women. Check with the Overton police about the beating death of a young nurse last year by the name of Mary Kleeman. An almost indentical situation occured with her. Her parents asked me to investigate and I could never find anything." "Okay well do that." Jake and the rest wondered how they had been able to pull it off. Had Roger questioned anything with any degree of seriousness he would have realized his friends were in on this. However, it was Roger's preoccupation with his own self-interest that allow the others to get away with their ruse. Carolyn entered and thanked everyone for the help. Judy worked for a friend of Carolyn and she was greatful for the assistance. "Ms. Langford could I ask a favor of you. Since you are probably not going to resell that gown I wore could I keep it? No its not what you might think. With Dad gone and Mom being sick money is a little tight and my mother thinks she could alter that dress for my sister's formal school dance.", Dave asked. "Absolutely not!! You have your sister down her tomorrow and she will be properly outfitted for the dance at no charge." EPILOGE Roger was charged but plea bargained the sentence down to probation. A few weeks later Roger was in for another surprise. Jake's idea the Roger get the DNA test sealed Roger's fate. Jake's hunch was correct. Mary Kleeman had scratched her killer during the struggle. DNA from the skin samplings under Mary's fingernails matched Roger's. Confronted with the evidence Roger copped a plea to manslaugher. The so called Sisters of Justice went back to normal college student life. Dave's sister was the "Belle of the Ball" in her gown from Carolyn. Dave's mother so impressed Carolyn with her skills as a seamstress that she was now employed there full time. April 1988 The Delta Delta Chi party was going full speed when a young women emerged from the front door. She appeared to have drank a little too much as was heading towards the mini-park area. A tall man followed her soon catching up to her. "Are you okay, Miss?" the man asked. He then pushed a button on his cellular phone. "Here let me call you a taxi." The taxi arrived and the man paid the driver. Mike Harmon then looked at his watch only ten minutes more on his half-hour security patrol and he could rejoin the party. Mike was now President of the Delta Delta Chi and there first priority about party's was to accept responsiblility for the security of their guests. With each member spending half-an-hour on security patrol they could provide increased security and still have a great time themselves. (THE END)