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The jury room hadn't changed much, but the changes that HAD been made were obvious. At each of the twelve chairs around the long table, there was a cheap name tag, made of paper folded into an inverted V. Maggie's was at one end of the table and bore the title "Foreman."

It was almost lunch time and some faceless employee had provided a tray of sandwiches, individual bags of various kinds of chips, fruit, and pre-packaged salads from the cafe downstairs. There were also a dozen kinds of soda, as well as bottled water and several brands of pre-mixed tea in a refrigerator in the corner of the room. The coffee in the carafe was brewing as they trooped in, to begin their job.

"They must think we'll go through lunch," observed Waldo, who didn't think that would happen at all. Fetterman was obviously guilty and that was all there was too it. One vote should end things. He no longer thought of himself as the man they should have chosen as their foreman. They didn't even NEED a foreman.

"Never turn down a free meal," said Reggie, eyeing the sandwiches.

"Let's vote and get this over with," said Rick. "Then we can go get a real lunch."

"Aren't we supposed to talk about it first?" asked Judy.

"What's to talk about?" snorted Rick. "She's guilty as sin. End of story."

"Absolutely," said Waldo, righteously. "She did it. She's guilty."

Judy was shocked. Sure it LOOKED like the woman had done something wrong, but there was more to the story. These two men's rush to judgment took her aback. She felt frustration, because it looked like they weren't even willing to discuss things.

Another juror also felt a stab of emotion at the two men's casual assumption that all the others would simply fall in with them. Helen's blood always boiled when a man took it for granted that he was right, and that everybody knew it—especially women—and so should just bow down to his wish. She knew the woman was guilty, of course, but they should at least give her a fair hearing. She spoke up and couldn't hide the anger in her voice.

"I thought she was supposed to get a FAIR trial!" she said belligerently.

Waldo felt his religious roots tugging. Women didn't understand important things. They needed things explained to them. He was fully capable of doing that. He did it all the time.

"She did get a fair trial," he said calmly. "She was tried with full due process." He wasn't exactly sure of what "due process" involved, but the lawyers had made all those objections and the judge had ruled on them. That made things fair. "She confessed," he went on, and was taking a breath to go even further, but was interrupted by Helen.

"People make false confessions all the time!" she snapped. "And she was blown up, for Christ's sake! Who KNOWS how faulty her memory is?"

"I'll thank you not to take the Lord's name in vain, young lady!" lectured Waldo. "Sacrilege isn't necessary, or acceptable in decent conversation."

Helen stared at the man, openmouthed. Waldo felt a little thrill that he'd impressed her with his witness.

"Everyone sit down!" said Maggie, her voice raised. She hadn't wanted the job of foreman, and wanted it even less now. They hadn't been in the room for five minutes and there was already tension and discord. "We'll take an initial vote. If it's unanimous, we're finished. If it's not, then we'll talk about things in a civil fashion."

"Not unanimous?" Rick laughed. "How could it not be unanimous? She did it! She's guilty! We all know that!"

"Let's vote!" yipped Judy, who was itching to prove to the men that they didn't know everything, the way they thought they did. She might have only one vote, but it actually COUNTED in this. The judge had said so.

"Yes," said Kelsey. He was horrified. He'd gotten on this jury to strike a blow at rapists, but he had to admit he'd been foolish. The evidence was clear. He thought Lacey was a hero for what she'd done, but his hands were tied. Now he just wanted to put this all in the past. His pain would go on. His daughter's rape would be un-avenged, still. But it was obvious she'd killed the man when he was completely helpless.

People eventually settled into seats. There was a pad lying at Maggie's place. Each sheet had three boxes on it: Guilty; Not Guilty; and Undecided. She tore sheets off and passed them to the people sitting on either side of her, asking them to take one and pass it down. Each juror had a pencil and a pad of paper by his name plate.

"Mark your ballot and fold it in half, please," said Maggie.

"Ooooo," said Rick. "Secret voting, even. Have to make sure it's fair!" He snickered.

He didn't snicker when Maggie counted the votes, announcing each as she unfolded it, and placing them in two piles.

There were ten in the "Guilty" pile, and two in the "Not Guilty" pile. No one was undecided.

"You've got to be shitting me!" groused Rick Brown. "Who voted not guilty? This isn't funny!"

Nobody said anything, while everybody looked around.

"I've got business to tend to!" shouted Rick. "I don't need this shit. We've already wasted two days. Who voted not guilty?"

Maggie raised her hand.

"First off, I'll thank you to moderate your language." She meant to go on.

"Fuck you, Grandma," snarled Rick. "I didn't vote for you and I'll be damned if I'm going to listen to a stupid bitch who voted not guilty when that murdering cunt confessed to the fucking murder." He stood up. "Now, let's vote again, and THIS time, I expect everybody in the room to throw the bitch in prison where she fucking belongs so we can get the FUCK out of here. Is that clear?!"

He looked around. The faces in the room were either pale, or flushed brightly red. Maggie stood up. Instead of reaching for the ballots, however, she turned on her heel and left the room.

Rick spat and reached for the ballots himself. He tore one off and threw the pad toward Hank, who was on his right.

"Where did she go?" asked Judy timidly.

"She went to get the judge," said Danny.

"Why?"

"Because I'm about to kick," he leaned over to read Rick's name plate, "Rick's ass," he finished.

"You and what army," sneered Rick.

"Let me introduce myself further," said Danny calmly, standing up. "Staff Sergeant Daniel Baumgartner, medically retired, formerly a member of the seventy-fifth Ranger Regiment, with three tours in Iraq. I'm fully trained in ripping your beating heart from your chest while you stare at the bleeding lump, just before your worthless carcass falls to the floor."

"Fuck you, Hero," snorted Rick. "You can't threaten me."

The door opened and Judge Gunderson swept into the room. Maggie was behind him, wiping tears from her cheeks. He took in the belligerent stance that both standing men were in.

"Mister Brown, you are excused from jury duty," he said. "Please leave this room and wait outside. I'll be with you in a minute."

Rick snorted. "Fine by me," he said. "I've got better things to do."

"Don't leave," said the judge casually. "If you're not out there when I come out, I'll find you in contempt of court and have you found and given a room in the county jail until I get around to dealing with you. I'm a busy man, Mr. Brown, and it could take weeks to straighten out any misunderstandings."

Rick opened his mouth and then closed it. He stormed out of the room. The judge put his hands on the back of Maggie's chair, where it had slid when she fled the room and inclined his head toward it. He seated her.

"Each of you has one vote," he said. "It's your vote. Nobody has the right to demand that you vote in any particular manner. Is there anybody else in this room who feels they have the right to order people around?"

Most of the jurors shook their heads.

"Fine. I'll appoint an alternate juror to join you. Please bring him or her up to date and continue your deliberations." He left the room.

"That was interesting," said Tim Flynn.

"Damn, bro," said Reggie. "You got style, I'll give you that." He was grinning at Danny.

"You wouldn't really have hurt him ... would you?" asked Judy, looking wide-eyed at Danny.

"I went to war to protect America and The Constitution," said Danny tightly. "I lost good friends over there who were doing the same thing. I take this just as seriously as I took my duty when I was still in the army. Assholes like that don't deserve to live in America."

"Please," moaned Maggie.

"I'm sorry about the language, ma'am," said Danny formally. "It won't happen again."

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 6

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 7

Bob had just left the briefing room, coming on shift. He hadn't even buckled his seat belt when the radio squawked to life, telling him of a multiple injury accident, with an explosion involved. Paramedics and the fire department were already on the scene. Three patrols were being dispatched, and all three were still in the parking lot, after the briefing in the squad room. Three engines roared, and three sirens began to wail, as tires screeched. It was impossible to get close to the...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 8

When Bob went off shift, he returned to the hospital. "How come you're the only cop who ever checks on her?" asked the head nurse. "It's my case," he said bruskly. "How's she doing?" "Better," said the nurse. "She should be awake. All her vitals are normal. The sedative has been stopped. The only reason she's still in ICU is that she won't wake up." "I'll just sit with her for a while," said Bob. He'd stayed in uniform, since that got him almost anything he wanted, with...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 9

Sleep came with difficulty for Bob. His mind roiled with the import of what he knew ... or thought he knew. He tried to convince himself that cars caught on fire all the time. There was only circumstantial evidence that the dead man was her rapist at all. Even the fact that there had been no more rapes with that modus operandi didn't prove anything. Like Lacey, no one had come forward to ask where their son, or brother, or father, or husband was. The crispy critter, still unidentified, was...

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He took her to the impound lot, answering her questions when he thought he could do so safely, and dodging them or changing the subject when it got close to something he didn't want to talk about. She was appropriately awed by the damage to her car, and only glanced through the box of her possessions. The attendant brought out a bill for storage, and Bob tore it up. "Hey, you can't do that!" said the attendant. "I just did," said Bob. "The lady was in the hospital while it was...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 11

He took her to Santini's. On the way, he told her a car had sideswiped hers, and that she hadn't been injured. While she was trying to help others involved in the accident, an explosion had occurred. He left it simple. "Explosion," she said, her voice far away. "I remember light ... all over ... I was submerged in light." "What else do you remember?" he asked, his voice guarded. "Just that. When you said explosion, it just came to me." When they walked into Santini's, Donna met...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 12

Bob eventually slept, despite the erection between his legs that demanded attention. It was still demanding attention when he woke the next morning, with a soft, naked woman pressed against his body. It had been a long time since there had been a naked woman of any kind pressed against his body when he woke. That had been a result of long hours, and an unwillingness by Bob to turn over part of his life to any woman. It wasn't that he didn't like women ... it was more that he hadn't found a...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 13

Bob went back to his apartment. The bed was still unmade and the wrinkled linens held the imprint of a bed that had been slept in by a couple. The pillow she'd used was lying against his own, like her head had lain close to his. On impulse, he bent to sniff the sheets where she had lain. They smelled like ... her. He hadn't missed the verbal slip that the doctor had made. She'd been about to say that as much as she would have liked to get naked with him, right there in the office, it...

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Lacey went back to see Claire ahead of schedule, and told her everything that had happened. Claire put her under again, and spent an hour exploring the details of the rape that she hadn't gone after earlier. As each horrible part of the assault was revealed, Claire worked more instructions into the dialog, intended to minimize the emotional impact of the memories. Then she brought Lacey out of the hypnotic trance and spent another hour with her, concentrating on the things that Lacey felt...

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Bob heard her gasp as he left the bedroom. His head swiveled and he saw her standing there, bent slightly forward, her arm outstretched, hand turned sideways in a fist at the top of a candle. Her face was so pale it looked almost ghostly. Her mouth opened and an agonized groan was torn from her throat as she dropped the lighter and reeled backwards. Her eyes stared at the tall, pale yellow flame that the lighter had created at the tip of the candle, but her mind saw the same hand,...

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Two weeks later Bob was coming home from the gym, still dressed in his sweats. McDill had instructed them, superfluously, not to see each other until after the trial. He had been noncommittal after his questioning of Bob, concerning what his defense would be. "I have some ideas," was all he'd say. Bob turned the last corner and started toward the entrance to his apartment building. A car pulled to a stop at the curb next to him and the window rolled down. "Get in!" came a male voice he...

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Roger Schwartz grabbed his briefcase and hurried for the entrance/exit of the new suite of offices the prosecutor's staff was lucky to have just moved into. Lucille, his secretary, called out a cheery "Good luck!" as he sailed by her desk. "Don't need luck!" he yelled back, flashing her a grin. In fact, he believed that. He was one of the up and coming lawyers of a generation that believed skill would make "luck" an archaic term. If that seems a bit rash, perhaps it could be said...

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The door to the jury room opened and a man wearing glasses came in. He looked at something on a clipboard in his hand. "We're about to begin," he said, with no other introduction. "I need to give you some information about what's expected of you. Please listen closely." He read a list of rules, things they could and could not do while they were sitting in the jury box. His voice droned, making it clear he'd read this list countless times in the past. Fully half the jury tuned him...

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The next witness called after lunch was probably a poor choice for that particular spot in the lineup, but it hadn't been planned that way. It was the medical examiner who had done the autopsy on Kinneson's remains. Schwartz apologized to the jury for what they were about to hear, and then had the doctor describe the compound fracture in the victim's leg, which would have made it impossible for him to move around on his own. Then there was the testimony of the condition of the lungs, which...

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 28

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Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 30

An hour and a half later Judy again chirped, "Let's vote!" Maggie looked around. People looked tired. A lot had been said, but there didn't seem to be any general consensus. Voting would at least be trying to make progress. She passed out ballots. This time, when she separated the pieces of folded paper, there were four in the guilty pile and eight in the not guilty pile. Everyone looked surprised. "My, my," said Maggie, who had changed her vote, but didn't expect anyone else to do...

Mistrusting a MemoryChapter 31

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked Judge Gunderson. Maggie stood. "We have, your honor." The bailiff took the folded piece of paper from her hand and walked it to the judge. He opened it. He looked at the jury, and then back at the paper. "Was this unanimous?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Maggie. Gunderson handed the paper back to the bailiff, who returned it to Maggie. "The defendant will stand," intoned the judge. Lacey and McDill stood. Lacey looked like she might fall...

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I was traveling to Mangalore and while coming back had to take a Bus back to Mumbai. Before getting on the bus I have had a couple of beers and was feeling tipsy, I boarded the bus and sat on my seat which was at the rear, though the bus was not full I prefer sitting in the rear away from people so I can watch porn on my iPad and jerk off if required… wink. Bus has just started and I was listening to the music, suddenly my eyes caught a lady sitting just next to me on the other side of Isle,...

Babysitting for my Uncle part 1

He told me to come over on a Saturday because he got called in. I walked over to his house and started to take care of the kids while he got ready. The kids were fed and happily playing with toys or watching tv. That's when my uncle had called me into his room. He was freshly showered and was only in a towel. I took a moment to admire his body. His chest was smooth, perfect little nipples, gorgeous six-pack, and wondrous pecks. He asked if I would climb under his bed and pull out his fancy...

Voyeuristic IncestChapter 4

It was very odd. As we sat down at the dining room table for dinner, everyone seemed very subdued. Unlike the way it had been at breakfast earlier, the kids hardly spoke, even picking through the meal, which normally had been one of their favorites. Even Jackie raised her eyebrows towards me questioning. Though all I could do was shrug my shoulders in response to that. I had no idea what was going on. Something. I could only surmise that perhaps the kids had sat down and talked about it later...

Biggest Squirt Ever

Laying on my side in bed in that state when you just begin to regain consciousness and slowly begin to wake up I was thinking about many of the erotic stories I have written and feeling quite horny. Then I feel him stir and spoon up against my back. He reaches his arm around my torso and grabs my nearest breast. Slowly at first then a little faster he starts rolling my big now erect nipple between his thumb and index finger. “Ahhhh, harder and pull on it” I sighed. He does as I have asked...

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See H?️M Fuck is pleased as punch to have 19-year-old big-dick stud Damion Dayski back for his 2nd appearance, and this time we teamed HIM up with our very own Contract Girl Valerica Steele ?‍? for this much-anticipated update! After director Johnny Robins assists us in getting reacquainted with HIM, Damion stands and, with Valerica’s assistance, begins to disrobe…and that is a mighty bulge in his See HIM boxers! Valerica then begins to lube HIM up, ensuring that 12-inch uncut cock...

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I’ve just had the best weekend away in the caravan and I ended up fucking another club member when I was there, she was with her husband in their motor home and both of them were retired.I arrived at the rugby field at Ambleside in the Lake District just after the weekend rally had started and with being a Thursday, I had the pick of the field. I was by myself as the wife could not get time off work and pitched the caravan so the awning was next to the hedge for privacy, it wasn’t long before a...

The Mall Santa

This story was edited by my friend, 'Chantal' who always makes it a much better read. Hope you enjoy it and 'Happy Holidays'. I live in a medium-size town in the Midwest. I served four years in the army. When I got out, I went to college for two years and received my Associate Degree in Criminal Law. There weren't many jobs available, but I was able to land a job in security at the mall. There was a lot of turnover in my profession, but I decided to stay with it and I became head of...

My brothers best friend

My brother Lance was four years older than me which meant he had a great supply of cute friends. I had just hit 16 and I loved boys, their eyes were always fixed on my 36 D tits and my slim figure. I had long black hair and big brown eyes. My brother and most of his friends were in college. He had one friend since middle school, TJ. At first he was this awkward boy but when he hit high school, he grew into himself. He started playing sports and his body just kept getting better. Needless to say...

Perceptions and DeceptionsChapter 55

The effort is minimal this time. Cassie sees the door before her, opens it, and she is there. And now she can see more "there" than last time. The little room that Gina created now has a window overlooking a scene of idyllic winter beauty. The pure white snow gleams, as if possessing an inner glow of its own. The road is majestic, wide and pristine, stretching forth into a distant horizon of radiance. Yet it is a window only. No door exists to this wondrous wintry world. And now the door...

Unexpected Pleasure With Horny Neighbour Girl

This story is about my first step into the world of pleasure and ecstasy which happened accidentally. We live in small town in southern part of India. The house we live had three small rooms but it suits our needs. The adjacent portion is bigger than ours in which Paddu lives along with her parents. I am in my class 12th that time and Paddu is in college. Her parents are close to my parents so does she to me. Her parents are strict and Paddu is very conservative. She had very few friends and I...

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