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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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2:45amIt's finally kicked in. That remix goes off at this hour, the bass throbs inside your whole body.As the door closes behind you when you enter the bathroom, the sound becomes muffled and the throbbing inside you stops. You suddenly feel light, cold, exposed. The lights are suddenly solid, there is no more flashing, probing pulsating light. Go into the stall and just sit for a little while.Light a cigarette. He won't be long...The opening notes of Tainted Love start playing, seconds before...

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Two Bi girls and the old man over the flower pot

I often wonder if people realize the importance of the changes during having intercourse, can do to people.When a man enters me, puts his cock inside me, we become one entity, physically connected together and feeling the most incredible waves of pleasure, our bodies take over, our brains switch off for that brief interlude, where both of us become one world, both aiming for the same thing, and that is to finish what has started.Case1: As a student in Newcastle, England, I went to a party at...

At the Amsterdam Cinema

I’m happily married and prefer women but am attracted by the idea of gay encounters. I had fantasised about it quite lot and often got hard at the thought of taking a strange guy’s cock in my hand and pumping the soft, hard shaft until the jism shot out of it. I’d also love to stick my dick in a guy’s mouth and fuck it till I shoot my load. Then I’d take his stiff penis in my mouth and suck it till his hot jism shot down my mouth or over my face. I didn’t keep the fantasies to myself. I...

A Better Love Story than Twilight

Disclaimer: All right, this story is not real. NOT REAL! Not to be read by anyone under the age of 18/21 yadda yadda yadda! I’d love to hear some feedback as per usual. Please feel free to leave me a comment in the COMMENT Box at the end of the page. You see those big empty stars too? Maybe bump those up to five full ones? We wouldn’t want them to be empty now would we? All alone like that? You’re not a monster are you? Also, please don’t post this on any other site without my explicit...

World Leaders Become HookersChapter 2

The Story EVENING — Somewhere After 7PM Outside the Residence of the Argentinean President was a large van waiting outside. It looked like a military van that was normally used to put criminals in. Two guards working for Argentinean President Fergana opened the back door of the van. Silvia headed towards the back of the van. Behind her were 19 very-pale blue eyed Blonde women in their early 30s and 1 dark swarthy lady with long black hair. "Ok. Get inside," Silvia ordered them. "Where...

Soft Sex With Cousin

This is not exaggeration and this is based on my story of 2002. I shouldn’t have done this to her. I am from South Tamil Nadu. It was in my semester vacation of my first year, and she was studying 11th Std. It all started from this point, in the night before my sister’s marriage, she looked as if an angel. She is a medium complexion but really beautiful mean it. She was wearing silk blow and the bottom (pattu pavadai). I was instructed to look after the kids who were playing on the Marriage’s...

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Gender Role Reversal Many Worlds Inc Part 2

Brian woke up the next morning with a huge headache. He sat up in bed and waited for his vision to clear. Looking at himself he saw that he was wearing his pink satin nightie. The dress that he had worn last night was toss over the chair by his vanity table and his underwear and heels were lying on the floor. He didn't remember getting changed last night but he must have. His hair fell in front of his eyes so he brushed it away with his dainty hand. It was a bit dishevelled. He would have...

Summer Seminarpart 6

I’m lying on the couch on a Saturday afternoon, watching golf on the TV, when I’m disturbed by the ring of the doorbell.I answer and, standing there with a huge grin on his face, is Les. Beside him is a cute girl with blonde curly hair. Two suitcases are also on my doorstep.“Well, hello Bobbie," he says."Well, hello, Les,” I mimic and we shake hands. He introduces me to Sherry and tells me that they’re on the way to California. "Can we spend the night?""Of course you can. There's only one bed...

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Ashley Becomes a Girl

Ashley becomes the girl of her dreams Hi all, My name is Ashley, and I just have to tell you what happened to me Halloween weekend it was one of the most wonderful experiences of my life. Let me give you a little background on myself. I am thirty-two years old cross dresser. I am six foot tall and I have long brown hair that I keep in a pony tail. All cross dresser love Halloween, it should be known as the cross dressers Holiday, Halloween is the only time of the year that every...

I found a way not to be lonely

I have had two great loves in my life,but they have both left me so I am alone but the desire to have a man has not left. My first lover broke me in to please him he loved having me suck him off and I enjoy doing it. My second lover enjoyed the lessons that my first taught me and now I miss sucking the most. I read a confession of a woman who picked up guys just for sex no love or right names. One night I got dressed up and went to a singles bar there were a lot of old guys there so I thought I...

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Moti ExGirlfriend Ki Choot Faad Daali

Hello friends.Mera naam kumar sudhanshu hai.Mai patna,bihar me abhi class 12 ka ek student hu aur mai iss ka ek regular reader hu,aur aaj jo story mai aapke samne laya hu wo recently mere life me hui hai. Ye story meri ex girlfriend aditi ke baare me hai.Mai class 7 se hi sex ka pyasa rha hu..Janta hu sunke thoda funny lgega but usi time se mai apni senior girls ke bade bade mummo ko taarte rehta tha.Class 12 me jaake finally meri ek girlfriend bani,tab mai 18 saal ka ho chuka tha.Sach kahu toh...

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