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"Mr Heath do you remember the events of May 16th, 2142?" "Yes," he whispered glancing around the courtroom. "Mr Heath it's important that you speak up so that the jury may hear your testimony." Judge Irwin Michaels admonished. "Yes," Edward reiterated brushing back a lock of his honey blond hair. "Mr Heath can you tell us what happened that day?" Edward sat up straighter in the witness chair and squared his shoulders. The emmaculate grey pinstriped Versace suit settled easily over his petite torso. "I left the house at 7 am and went to the gym." "The Shapes Gym on Florida and 4th ?" "Yes " "And what did you do there?" "I did my regular morning workout with my trainer Coach Emily and finished up around 8:30, quarter to nine." "You're sure?" "Yes, I had a salon appointment at nine and I didn't want to be late." "Weren't you cutting it a little close?" James Long walked toward the witness stand showing a fair amount of silk clad leg in the process. "Oh no the salon is actually inside the gym." "Please continue." "Well I went and took a shower and proceeded to the salon." "And what were you wearing?" Edward blushed feeling a little insecure about exposing such intimate details in public. "Please Mr Heath this is important." James Long knew it was important that his client make a good impression on the jury. The perfect picture of a victim. Edward again brushed back that lock of hair that had fallen over his eye, wishing he had used a barette to hold it in place. "I was just wearing my panties and my robe and slippers." "Was this usual?" "No, but I had scheduled a Brazilian Bikini Wax along with my regular wash & set. Oh, I also planned on getting a manicure." "At the last minute?" 2Yes, I had chipped a nail during my workout. I've been gradually working up to ten pound weights and I didn't quite have the strength I needed yet." "I see." "Well I checked in at the desk and was taken back to Miss Ursula's cubicle." "The one you generally went to?" "No, this one was all the way in the back of the salon." "Any particular reason?" "I was told the her regular styling cubicle was being remodeled, although I thought it had been completely redone just a few weeks before." "What happened next?" Long shot the cuffs on his new maroon silk blouse. "Well I entered and sat down on the stylists couch." "You mean the stylist chair?" "No, It's more of a couch, a reclining upholstered chair similar to my dentist's office." "I see. Had you ever used one of these sty;ing couches before?" "Well yes the entire salon was gradually switching over to them instead of the old upright chairs." "What happened next?" "Well Ursula's assistant came in and began to comb out my hair before he shampooed me." "Her assistant? A young man by the name of Aaron?" "Yes." "Do you know Aaron's last name?" "I beg your pardon?" Edward seemed bewildered, his hand fingering the collar of his moire silk blouse in a becoming shade of baby blue. "The shampoo boy. Do you know his last name?" "As far as I know the service people in the salon don't have last names." Long backtracked for a moment realizing he might lose sympathy from the jurors. "They don't have last names?" "Well, yes I suppose they do," Edward answered a little flustered. "but the salon doesn't use them. I think they are afraid of the customers getting overly friendly with the staff." "But you had met him before?" "Of course. Aaron has been washing my hair for years, long before Miss Ursula took over the salon." Edward caught Aaron's eye in the gallery and smiled. "Please continue," James Long motioned, his elegant nails catching a stray ray of sunshine from the window. "Well as Aaron combed out my hair he seemed distracted. I had to ask him twice about the manicure and he finally said he didn't think it would be a problem. He would check with Russell the manicurist after he shampooed my hair." "Go on." Mr Long said walking the length of the jury box, his knee length Armani skirt swishing softly. Edward would now have to face the entire jury to give his answers." "Well, he finished combing me out and leaned me back onto the wash basin and shampooed my hair. Twice. And rinsed it thoroughly then applied the conditioner and placed me in a cap under the dryer." "And all this time you were still on the styling couch?" "Oh yes, the couch raises you up and the dyer comes down from the ceiling." "Did you notice anything odd about Aaron's behaviour?" "Objection, calls for a conclusion on the part of the witness." Helen Casey stood as she spoke. Her dull black suit, obviously off the rack, stood out like a sore thumb. "Your honor, Mr Heath has been a client of this salon for many years and has known the shampoo boy all this time. I merely want to know if he thought Aaron's behavior was normal or not." "I'll allow it. Objection overruled." "Mr. Heath?" "Besides being distracted he did seem a little agitated." "How so?" "He is normally so sensitive when he is shampooing me but that day he was almost brusk even a little painful and it was very rushed." "Really?" "Well yes, Aaron is very gentle and ususally takes about 10 minutes to shampoo my hair. And that day he was finished in about 2 minutes." "You'd didn't comment?" "He did get a little rough with my hair," Edward said absently patting his magnificent French twist. "I kind of yelped once." "Yelped?" "Well you know- a little squeal." Edward said blushing. "And what did Aaron do?" "Oh he apologized profusely and continued a little gentler but not as good as he generally is." "Is that all?" "No, Aaron is usually very chatty. I always enjoy talking with him but that day he was very quiet and couldn't wait to leave." "What is your relationship with Aaron?" "Entirely professional," Edward answered matter of factly. No one needed to know that Edward had always hoped for much more. "You never met with him outside of the salon?" "Oh my goodness no. Not only does the salon discourage it, but that sort of thing isn't done." Mores the pity, he added mentally. "So he provides service only thru the salon?" " Yes as far as I know." "And did you generally tip him for that service?" "Of course." "Would you explain please?" "Well just like any other service oriented business I allowed him to suck my cock. Sometimes if the service was exceptional, I would fuck him." The judge nodded appreciatively. "Did you tip him that day?" "No of course not. Besides I never had the chance." "What do you mean?" "Well he rushed out of there and before I could even think of calling him back to chastise him Miss Ursula came in." "How long has Miss Ursula been doing your hair?" "A little over a year." "And how often did you see her?" "Well every week of course. Sometmes twice a week if I had a special event." "And did you notice anything different about her that day?" "Oh my goodness yes." Edward gasped, "She was so.... so.. Masculine!" There was a titter from the gallery. "Objection Your honor," Miss Casey yelled jumping to her feet her face red under her rather conventional flattop. This was a disaster she thought. Judge Michaels banged his gavel several times. "Silence in the court." "Objection your honor. Mr Heath is obviously trying to slander my client." "I heard you the first time Miss Casey," Judge Michaels growled smoothing his mustache. "Your honor," James Long strode forward his heels clicking on the marble floor. "Again Mr Heath has seen the accused over fifty times in the past year. He is more than qualified to express his opinion on the defendants appearance." "I agree. Sit down Miss Casey. " Helen Casey adjusted her pants before she sat. She hooked her thumbs thru her suspenders glaring at the prosecutor, her hair actualy bristling with anger. "Mr Heath would you explain what you mean by masculine?" He emphasized the last word. "Instead of her tradional leather jumpsuit she was dressed in...well she was dressed in a dress." The court erupted in noise as the gallery and the jury buzzed with excitement. "Enough," yelled Judge Michaels pounding his gavel. Miss Casey was on her feet again, "Objection." Judge Michaels stood up repeatedly pounding his gavel on the dias. "Enough," Michaels roared again his severe bun coming loose in his agitation. "Bailiff, one more outburst like that and I will clear the gallery." "Yes your honor," the bailiff answered his hand going to his billy club at his trim waist. His uniform a striking contrast to the ringlets which tumbled around his face. The courtroom finally began to quiet down. James Long stood there his chin in his hand slowly shaking his head. Michaels glared at him admiring the fact that he had the balls to provoke such an outburst and wishing he could examine the prosecutors "balls" more intimately. "Mr Heath are you telling me Miss Ursula entered the cubicle on May the 16th dressed as a man." "Yes sir," Edward answered the words fell into the quiet of the room sizzling like oil on a hot pan. Michaels glared at the gallery staring them into silence. "Just how was she dressed?" "She was wearing a frilly lavender peasant skirt and top with lace at the sleeves and neckline. A rather revealing neckline." Edward grimaced at the memory. "She was showing her cleavage?" "Very much so. It was disgusting." Someone in the gallery choked off a laugh, Edward thought it was Aaron. "Anything else? " "Her hair was... ugh," Edward shuddered delicately, "her hair was terrible." "Please explain." "Well she has dark hair and though it is rather long for a woman it is normally greased back." "Normally?" "Well yes, for as long as I have known her." "And that day?" Long prompted "Well she had obviously washed all of the greasy stuff out and tried to curl it and pile it on top of her head. And she had highlights." Edward spat out the word as if it burned his mouth. "It was all rather pathetic." "Objection your honor," Miss Casey half heartedly interjected. Her client had slumped in the seat beside her with her head down the lights glistening on her pomaded hair. Why did I ever take this case, Helen groaned to herself. Ursula was always getting into this kind of trouble. "I agree Miss Casey." "Strike that last comment," the judge addressed the court reporter. "The jury will disregard that last remark." "Continue Mr Long," Judge Michaels instructed trying to refasten his bun and finally giving up shook his auburn hair out until it fell softly to his shoulders. Michaels like fiesty attorneys but only in the bedroom....and Long was fiesty. Very fiesty. "Did she give any explanation to her appearance?" "She said she was dressed to go to a rally of some sort." "A rally?" "Yes. She called it a Straight Pride rally." "Mr Heath do you mean to tell me that Miss Ursula came in dressed as a man, showing her cleavage and admitted to you that she was straight?" "Yes." Again the courtroom buzzed, but as the bailiff stepped forward and the judge glared. They immediately subsided. "Mr Heath did you have any idea that the defendant was straight?" "None. I never would have let her touch me if I thought she wasn't a normal lesbian." "What did you do?" "Well, I tried to get up." "Did you succeed?" "No. The dryer was still covering my hair and I couldn't duck under it to get out." "What did Miss Ursula do?" "Well she tried to calm me down. She kept telling me that she wasn't straight, she was only going to support a friend." "Did you believe her?" "I wanted too, but when she wouldn't let me up. I started shouting for help." "Did anyone come?" "No." Edward groaned "I found out later that the room had been soundproofed." "And you couldn't get up." "No. She pinned me to the chair and pressed a button and these bars came across my chest and legs." "So she restrained you in a salon couch and you lay there at her mercy." "Yes." "Tell us what happened next." "She tried to calm me down. I was shouting and crying and trying to get free." Edward sobbed beginning to relive the horror of the day. "Go on." "She went to the door and locked it and then got a cup of water and took a packet of pills out of her bodice." "Did you recognize the pills?" "Oh yes. They were Viagra." "A controlled substance." "Yes." "And how were you able to recognize them?" "I've seen them before." "Are you telling me that you have dealt in controlled substances Mr Heath?" "Of course not. In compliance with the govenments protocol I go every month at the Bureau of Insemination,Testing and Consumation Health. They use Viagra there." "So you participate in BITCH?" "Yes." "And why sir?" "I am a loyal citizen and in my sexual prime. I believe in doing all I can to improve our gene pool." "So you go every month to your local BITCH center and deposit your sperm with the government?" "Yes." "And do you know what the government does with your sperm?" "Yes." "Would you explain to the court." "I object your honor. Is this really necessary?" Miss Casey's face was almost purple with anger. "Mr Heath participates willingly in this governments controlled program," James Long explaine. "I am laying the groundwork to prove that his civil rights were violated." "Proceed," the Judge said settling back This was going to be good he thought, reaching under his robe and giving himself a squeeze. "Thank You your honor." "Mr Heath please explain what you know about the BITCH program?" "Well, as I understand it sperm and eggs are collected from volunteers and used as the basis of the worlds population regeneration study." "So once a month you go and deposit sperm at the BITCH center." "Yes." "Can you describe what happens?" "You are taken into a room where you undress and sit in a specialized chair. They give you a pill." "Viagra?" "Yes and you are told to relax." "Do you relax?" "Not really." "What happens?" "Well it takes some time to work but the Viagra gives you a sustained erection." "I see and then you deposit your sperm." "Actually they suck it out of you." "I beg your pardon?" Long made a pretense of looking offended but he was getting hot himself. "Yes they have a machine that they fasten to your penis after it has become erect, rather like milking machines used on cows in antiquity. You know the ones in the museums." "A machine." "Yes it acts like a suction and collects your sperm." "Is it painful?" "Oh no," Edward almost squealed in pleasure. "And how long does it normally take?" "Oh it lasts as long as normal sex." "So it lasts between 1 and 2 hours." "Yes." "Is it uncomfortable?" "No," Edward almost purred. Now Judge Michaels was getting hot and he couldn't keep his eyes off of James. Focusing on his lips and how they would feel on his body. Everywhere on his body! "Are there any side affects?" "Sometimes it takes a while for the erection to go down." "Is this normal?" "I think so. It is a side affect from the Viagra." "So how long does this 'abnormal' erection last?" "Up to 6 hours." "My, my, that is impressive," said Long aware that he wasn't the only one aroused. "Not really," beamed Edward proud of his stamina, "after you're disconnected from the machine it does becomes a little painful and embarrassing." "How do you mean?" "Well an erection without a partner is just wrong isn't it?" "You mean like masturbation?" The gallery twittered again as all the men, the judge and jury included, blushed. "Yes," Edward whispered. "Do you know what happens to your sperm after the extraction process?" "Not really," he hesitates. "Mr Heath do you know what happens to your sperm?" Long repeats rather forcefully. "Your honor." Miss Casey stood up. "Mr Long is badgering his own witness." "Mr Heath," the judge turns to Edward. "Mr Heath?" "Yes sir?" "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You are a faithful and loyal citizen and though you may think the procedure is distasteful. The jury needs to hear your testimony. Please answer the question." "Yes sir." Edward relaxes a little and takes a sip of water. "Mr Heath... Edward.... please tell us what you know about what happens to your sperm." "Well," Edward starts. He takes another sip of water and looks at the jury. "Apparently it is inserted into an egg to fertilize it and start a new life." "And who supplies these eggs?" Edward closed his eyes totally humiliated. "Women," he says. The court is silent hanging on his every word. "And why is the procedure carried out this way?" "Because inter species sexual intercourse is prohibited." "And how did you come to know about this procedure?" "Miss Ursula told me," he was almost whispering now. All eyes turned to the defendant who glared back unashamed and unrepentant. "How and when did she tell you this?" "After she had restrained me, she crushed the Viagra and put it into the water and forced me to drink it." "Couldn't you spit it out?" "She held my nose so I couldn't breathe and forced me to swallow. I almost gagged." Edward sat up straighter glad that that part was at least over but dreading what was to come. "She then raised the dryer hood and rinsed the conditioner out of my hair and started curling my hair and talking to me, like it was the natural thing in the world. She told me how sex, what she called mating, was natural. That men and women were meant to be together." The court began to buzz again but the judge and bailiff were too engrossed in the testimony to notice. "She said that the prohibition between inter species intercourse was all false because men and women were just male and female of the same species." "The same species?" asked Judge Michaels ignoring the unrest in the gallery. "Yes. She said that we were no different than animals." The court erupted men and women surging to their feet in outrage. The bailiff moved towards the gallery as Judge Michaels banged his gavel and tried to shout the mob down. "Clear the court," he yelled. "Security get in here. Clear the court this instant." Michaels surged to his feet and bellowed his eyes glaring and his hair wildly thrashing around his head He continued to bang is gavel as security moved in to clear the gallery. James Long had bowed his head but was secretly watching the judge through his bangs. He was glad that his chin length bob swung forward to cover his face. 'God, Michaels is magnificent' he thought spotting the tell-tale bulge in his grown amidst the judges billowing robes. Maybe I will take him up on his offer. Michaels had been trying to date him for over a year. Long had resisted knowing if he did begin dating Michaels he would no longer be able to try any case before him due to conflict of interests. Seeing him in action today he decided it might just be worth it to get his honor between the sheets. It took a few minutes for the court to clear but Long waited until Michaels gave him the nod to proceed. "And she contined to set your hair as she talked?" "Yes." "Just as if nothing had happened?" "It was terrible. I could hardly stand her touching me." "How long did that take?" "It seemed like an eternity but it probably took about 20 minutes to put all the curlers in, net me, and lower the dryer again." "And what was happening to your body?" "Well I could feel the Viagra trying to work but I was so appalled by what she was saying my body really wasn't responding." "Did she seemed concerned?" "Not at first, but after I was under the dryer I think she got impatient and began----" his voice died away. "She began what Edward?" "She began stroking me." Edward collapsed in tears. "Please take a few minutes to compose yourself," said the judge enjoying his own stroking. Edward took the lace handkerchief proffered by his attorney and wiped his eyes careful to avoid smearing his mascara. Finally able to speak he continued, "I guess she realized that I was resisting the Viagra so she -uh- took matters into her own hands," Edward sobbed. "She finally pulled down my panties and actually touched my penis." Now Long was fully aroused himself and hurried to finish the testimony. "What finally happened?" "When I was fully erect she reached up and grabbed the dryer and pulled herself up over me." Edward was crying freely now his tears streaking his mascara as they ran down his face. "I could see she wasn't wearing any boxers or briefs and she... she..." "What did she do?" Long faced him reflecting his outrage of the atrocity to come. "She impaled herself on me, she used me as a human dildo. She raped me." Edward screamed pointing his carmined finger at the defendant. "Oh for God's sake," Miss Ursula screamed back. "Stop acting like you were a virgin," she spat. "I was," Edward screamed, standing up. "I was a virgin. I was saving myself for marriage, now my boyfriend has called off the wedding and left me." Edward collapsed back into his chair sobbing. All eyes were riveted on the defendant who turned pale at the horror. "I .. I didn't know," she said weakly. Judge Michaels shattered the silence with his gavel. "We'll take a brief recess," he ordered slowly standing and walking out of the courtroom. James Long went to Edward and held him in his arms stroking his hair and murmurring assurances into his ear. Helen Casey roughly pulled her client back into her chair and began berating her through clinched teeth. The jury sat there in shock. In his chambers Judge Michaels sat emotionally exhausted in his chair, his bailiff on his knees sucking him off to calm him down. Michaels absently fingered the bailiffs curls thinking that if the jury did not find Ursula guilty he would give a directed verdict and put this pervert away forever. The bailiff finished and began gently to clean Michaels cock. The judge patted him on the head and absently kissed his forehead. "Thank you Colin." Michaels entered the courtroom and all the parties stood. "Mr Long are you finished?" he asked "Not quite your honor." "Your honor," Helen said, stepping away from her client as if to distance herself from contamination. "My client would like to change her plea." "Is this true?" Michaels asked Miss Ursula. "Yes your honor. I plead guilty to all charges." "I see," said Michaels fingering his gavel. "Mr Long do you have any objection?" Taking a breath he said, "Yes sir I do." The dead silence was broken by the buzzing from the jury as Miss Ursula slumped back in her seat and Miss Casey came to life. "Your honor. My client has changed her plea and is willing to serve whatever sentence this court deems necessary. What further need is there to put Mr Heath through any more pain?" "I tend to agree," said Michaels twisting a strand of his hair around his finger and bringing it to his lips. "Mr Long?" James Long stepped forward and faced the judge. "Your honor, ladies and gentlmen of the jury. My client has a need to tell the remainder of his story. If not for testimony then for cleansing and purging his soul of the heinous acts that were forced upon him. It is important that the facts of this tragedy be brought into light, if for no other reason than to prevent this type of behavior in the future." "Sidebar," called the judge and motioned for both attorneys to approach. "Mr Long this is highly irregular," said Michaels sheilding his microphone. "I object your honor. Anything Mr Heath has to say would be highly prejudicial to my client." "Miss Casey I sympathize with you but Mr Heath has a right to be heard. Of course if he is not able to finish his story here. We will bring in the holographic records from the salon of the whole sordid affair and enter them into the record." Helen paled. "I withdraw my objection to Mr Heath's testimony." Very good noted Judge Michaels making a mental note to get copies of the holgrams for his own private viewing. "However," he said raising his hand to ward off Long's objection, "I will instruct the court reporter to cease his record of this trial until we are ready to pronouce the verdict." Long subsided with a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, your honor." As Long turned away Michaels was positive he saw the slightest wink. Now we are getting someplace Michaels smiled. "Since Miss Ursula has agrred to a guilty plea, the remainder of Mr Heath's testimony will be off the record," Judge Michaels announced to the jury. The court reporter ceased his typing and primly folded his hands. All eyes slowly turned to James Long once again. "You may proceed Mr Long." James stepped forward and stood next to Edward and placed his hand on his shoulder. "Edward I know how traumatized you must feel reliving this experience but now is the time to put it to rest once and for all." Edward turned his tear stained face toward James and then looked at the jury. "Whenever you're ready," James said in a quiet tone. Slowly Edward nodded. He was finally near the end of this horrendous experience "Yes," he whispered then again, "yes," he said in a stronger voice. "Miss Ursula hung there straddling me her legs grasping the chair with me deep inside her. She groaned and writhed in what seemed to be pleasure though how she experienced pleasure from this "act" was beyond me." Edward's voice, thready at first grew in strength as he talked. "I struggled against the bars holding me and tried to buck her off but that seemed to excite her even more, Finally she let go of the dryer and fell forward onto me burying my face in her breasts. By this time I was gagging and struggling to breath." Edward went on intent on reaching the end of his painful journey and thankful that it was almost over. James tightened his grip on Edwards shoulder as if pouring his own strength into him. Edward flashed him a brilliant smile, the first on his face in weeks, and ended his tale. "She finally put her hands on either side of my head and pushed her upper torso off of me. I was gasping for breath and I thought my nightmare was finally over." James gave him one last squeeze. Taking a deep breath Edward uttered his final words bringing the horror of his tragedy finally into the light of day. "She looked down at me and smiled and slowly lowered her head to mine and kissed me. I struggled to move my head but I was pinned in placed by her hands. She began plunging her tougue into my mouth and down my throat. I tried to bite her but I began to gag instead.Thankfully that's when I passed out." He looked at the jury seeing the looks of anger on the faces of the men and what was either outrage or pity on the faces of the women. He felt cleansed. Whole and free again. Free of the agony and shame of the last weeks. James patted him on the shoulder and faced the judge. "When my client came to he was alone in the cubicle. His hair had been styled and sprayed and his clothes miraculously in place. Miss Ursula had disappeared. A message written in Edward's lipstick was scrawled across the mirror. "No Charge!" it said. My client was barely able to walk but he did manage to get to the door and open it before he collapsed. Aaron, the shampoo boy found him and called the paramedics and the police. Mr Heath spent 5 days in the hospital. When he finally came home his fiancee had left him. It was another 10 days before Miss Ursula was captured. She was found shacked up in brothel in San Francisco, that town notoroious for its flaunting of morality and promoting inter species mating. Due to what the doctors call Post Intersexual Stress Syndrome or PISS all Mr Heath's hair began to fall out and although it is slowly begining to grow back he is forced to wear a wig. James nodded at Edward who reluctantly removed his wig revealing a head of short tight dark brown curls. Edward inwardly smiled, hoping the curls would continue as his hair grew but knowing he would miss the pungent smell of the perm solution every 3 months. We rest our case your Honor" Long finally sat down consumed by emotional exhaustion. Judge Michaels ordered the jury to meet with him in his chambers and there discussed sentencing guidelines. They not only agreed with his suggestions but made a few of their own. An hour later court reconvened and he pronounced sentence. "Miss Ursula he said as the defendant stood before him, "you have pled guilty to the kidnapping, detaining and rape of Edward Heath. I further find you guilty of crimes against humanity and in violation of the inter species mating prohibition." Ursula slowly collapsed to the floor sobbing. "Let her lie there," the judge ordered although no one had stepped forward to give her aid. "All of your assets are to be siezed and liquidated and turned over to the defendant. You are sentenced to be fitted with a vaginal clitoral stimulator which will keep you in a state of arousal but will prevent orgasm. You will be sent to the State Brothel in Salt Lake City, Utah where you will serve the first 10 years if your sentence. 95% of all of your earnings will be turned over to Mr Heath. If you survive this sentence and there is a good chance you will not, your vagina will be surgically sealed with the clitoral stimulator intact," he emphasized. He was totally repulsed by her actions but grateful to the women on the jury who insisted on this last provision. "You will then be transferred to the Penal Colony for the Sexually Insane on the island of Manhattan in Greater New Jersey." Turning to the prosecution's table he addressed Edward who had taken his seat next to James and was clutching his hand under the table. "Mr Heath, we have done all we could do under the law to recompense you for this tragedy. The Government has ordered me to grant you the highest level of permanant disability income under the Sexual Disabilities Act of 2056. You will collect this income whether or not you are ever able to return to work. All of your medical needs and mental health counseling and sexual servicing needs are also covered under the revised Medicare Trust of 2016. Please accept our apologies for the heinous crimes perpetuated on your person." Edward bowed his head and wept, James' arms around him to comfort him once again. "I thank the jury for your help You are dismissed with my thanks. This court is now adjourned." Epilogue. After her stint in the Utah State Brothel, Miss Ursula survived less than 2 weeks after being transferred to the Manhattan Penal Facility. An autopsy revealed that when her vagina was surgically sealed her clitoral stimulator was "accidentally" set on high. Helen Casey lost her lucrative law practice and survived only by being a public defender and a part time shampoo girl. Judge Michaels and James Long did end up in bed but the affair ended after 3 months because Judge Michaels was unwilling to give up his bailiff Colin. He retired 10 years later and spent the rest of his life "sharing" his extensive Holographic Library with up and "cumming" law students. After the affair with Judge Michaels, James Long went on to a successful career culminating to his appointment to the Sexual Unilateral Court Over Forced Feminization. (SUCCOFF) At age 87 he finally married. His husband, a Supreme court Justice was 40 years his junior Edward Heath's hair did grow out curly but he was never able to go a salon again. However, after the salon was sold, Aaron, moved in and set his hair every night and held him until his nightmares finally ceased and he was able to sleep peacefully. They were married in 2144. Edward now serves on the board of directors for BITCH and heads a committee on Sexual Legalites and Penalties, aka BITCH-SLAP. Aaron is pregnant with their second child from the BITCH Futures program.