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As it turned out, Claire's misgivings were justified. Nothing like this had ever happened before, and she had no clue as to how to proceed. Had she been in her professional setting, she would have controlled the conversation. She couldn't really do that, there in the restaurant.

So, she chose to try giving Lacey the redemption she sought.

"They forgave you," she said, her voice tight.

Bob shot her a look that said very clearly, "What the fuck? You don't mean that." Lacey didn't see it.

"I don't understand," said Lacey, blinking eyes that were full of moisture.

"They put themselves in your shoes," said the psychiatrist. "Remember, there were men on that jury, who have wives and daughters. They were thinking about what it might have been like if those wives and daughters had gone through what you went through. And the women were feeling it even more directly. They decided that anybody would have reacted like you did."

"But I killed him!" insisted Lacey.

"And they forgave you," insisted Claire, feeling more and more out of control.

Lacey blinked. "So that's it?"

"That's it," said Matthew. Claire didn't remind him that he'd promised to remain silent.

What turned the tables was when Lacey looked at Bob.

"Do you forgive me?" she asked, her voice tiny.

"Sweetheart," said Bob gently. "I knew about it, and I fell in love with you anyway."

"I've always loved you," she whispered. "I loved you from the very first time I saw you."

Claire frowned.

"I'm glad," said Bob, smiling. He kept his voice light.

Lacey saw Claire's frown, and heard the patronization in Bob's voice. She was well aware that some of her memories about Bob were false ones, and she now knew which ones were.

"No, you don't understand," she said, shaking her head. "There, in the hospital, I knew you cared. I didn't even know your name, but when you walked in there and looked at me, I knew you cared. You had never seen me before. I wanted to die with shame, but you cared about me. That was the only reason I could go on." She wiped at one eye with the back of a finger. "I think I already knew Paul would abandon me. He's like that. If something breaks, he just tosses it out. I'd seen him do that with friends who disappointed him. Everything was disposable to Paul. But YOU cared about me, and you didn't even KNOW me!"

Bob had no idea what to say, so he just kept quiet. He felt conflicting emotions because of what he had put her through, and how it had turned out. He was still worried. Until he looked back at Claire.

She wasn't frowning any more.

It took a while.

Lacey met every day with Claire, who kept hypnotizing her, nudging things here and there, with posthypnotic suggestions. The psychiatrist delved into the woman's mind, until she was convinced there was nothing else hidden. In the end, other than the normal disappointments that all people suffer, the only real trauma was related to the two incidents in Lacey's life that most people don't have to deal with.

Lacey herself didn't really notice any improvement. She still knew she had killed Gilbert Kinneson, and she still felt as though she had done something wrong, but slowly, the lack of condemnation for the act turned from dread—waiting for some kind of shoe to drop—to a feeling of equilibrium. Claire's insistence that she had been forgiven, both legally and morally, at least by the jury and those who knew her, slowly sank in. Equilibrium eventually turned to hope.

Bob helped, though he wouldn't have said he was "helping." He waited, and it had to be called waiting patiently. Four agonizing months had passed since Lacey's candle light dinner had turned into the beginning of an ordeal that was still not completely finished. The trial and her expectations about it had become a wedge between them, put there by Lacey, and it was up to Lacey to remove it. Bob just loved her. And her hope that the next time she saw Bob he would still love her was something that led her forward, as gently as Claire's suggestions.

It's hard to say when she saw the hope that was in HIS eyes—hope that this was behind her enough that they could move forward together—hope that they could fully love each other. He was much more quickly able to adjust to the verdict than she was. People "got off" all the time, and this time was one he could applaud, though he was careful not to.

But nothing happens in a vacuum ... and there were other ramifications to the decision of the jury that day.

Bob wasn't aware of it, but the acquittal was taken personally by some other players. The District Attorney was the first, who wanted to know why Roger Schwartz hadn't gotten a conviction, when the accused had admitted her guilt in court. Roger hadn't talked to the judge, and was sent back to do so. The judge wasn't nice about it, reminding Schwartz that he'd known there would be an expert witness on the stand, put there by the defense, and asking why he hadn't had the woman examined by his own expert witness. Schwartz ducked that issue when he went back to report to the DA. He blamed it on the jury, for jumping to what he was sure was an erroneous conclusion.

The Commissioner of Police wasn't happy either. He was still smarting in the aftermath of the internal affairs and state investigations. That he'd requested the state to get involved didn't make him feel any better. It had ended up airing the department's dirty laundry. So far, all he'd had to tell the mayor was that a large number of rapes had been solved, and that the perpetrator was dead.

He'd hoped to be able to tell the mayor that the person who killed the rapist had been tried and convicted too.

He hadn't been in touch with the mayor yet. Now, a week later, he couldn't help feeling that something was going to happen ... something bad ... something that would cause him problems. He sat staring at the reports from the IA investigation and the one the state patrol had sent him after their review.

He'd read both reports before. The commissioner had thought things were going to work out. A major offender had been identified, even if it had been done ass backwards, and a startling number of cases had been resolved. The offender wasn't a problem anymore, and he had expected there would be a murder conviction because of that. The commissioner liked murder convictions. They made the department look good.

But the way this case had shaken out made the department look like the Keystone Cops. He couldn't get any PR out of the deal, because one of the worst serial rape cases on the books wasn't even solved until a victim admitted she'd murdered the perpetrator. That made the department look bad. And if the media got hold of this not guilty business, somebody might dig and expose the rest.

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Matthew and David most likely became best friends as a matter of convenience. Others may believe that fate and destiny rule when it comes to love. The boys would tell you otherwise. When they met for the , Matt had recently been separated from his best friend after the boys’ parents filed for divorce and sold the family home. It was the greatest loss of Matthew’s young life. They moved away on the last day of school and Matt was left to spend the summer without the only friend that he had known...

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A Golfers Dream Book III The Real Education BeginsChapter 3 Where Do Broken Hearts Go

Dave woke just before suppertime, still tired and feeling the effects of the beer he had drunk the night before. He stumbled into the shower - it felt invigorating. No one was home when he wandered downstairs, so he made himself supper before he called Rebecca. They talked about the previous night and decided to go see a movie. He picked her up as planned but, when she got in the car, he didn't pull away immediately because he wanted to quickly tell her about Katherine. History had told him...

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Within Your CrowdChapter 3

I woke up feeling like shit. I was dizzy and had a hard time reading the clock on the dashboard. The numbers finally swam into focus: 9:07. I'd been out for a couple of hours. I felt nauseous and opened the door, falling out as I did. I was able to get on my hands and knees splatter my dinner and several beers all over what felt like asphalt. Finally, I was able to grab hold of the truck and pull myself up. Looking around I could see I was in the parking lot of an office complex. I was...

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The Ultimate Warrior

(Author's Note: SO... After two long years of creative dry spell and a major writer's block that has prevented me from writing seriously, I have decided to try to continue this thread. Bear with me as attempt to get back into the mindset of the premise so the pacing of quality content might be a little slow.) A long time ago, a great immortal warrior named Skord brought down the rampaging Bardarim, the fabled Ender of Worlds. As reward from the Elder Deities, he was offered the place of a dead...

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USED

Saturday night is normally a night I have all to myself and can indulge in all my fantasies what ever they may be at the time. My wife works nights and my daughter normally stays over in her uni apartment. Saturday night enables me to dress up. wear make up. dildo myself and all those other things you do when alone. On this particular Saturday my daughter was home for the holidays. She had a few friends over in the afternoon and they were all getting ready. Now having 4 19 year old girls...

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Fuck Buddy Match In Local Train

Its great to have to meet strangers and convert them to fuck buddies. Meeting such people on train journeys is really a wish come true. however this happened after a long wish. This was the best day of my life. I had sex with an attractive guy for the first time recently. And i am sharing this story to encourage people to share such incidences online. I have always been fascinated by men traveling in trains. I have hit on a few of them indirectly as well but it is risky obviously. Of course it...

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CulDeSac A Story in Around Ch 03

‘Put down those damn binoculars!’ Gina raged at Roger. He had been at the tinted window for most of the evening. ‘He had two women over tonight, the new girlfriend and the regular slampiece,’ Roger reported eagerly while reluctantly putting the high-powered binoculars onto the shelf next to the window where he did his regular viewing. ‘You’re going to get in trouble one of these days,’ she told him. Roger silently agreed with her, but was unwilling to give up his voyeuristic practices. Gina...

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SORRY MOM 22

The interview was pretty ordinary , there were not many things to improve on academically, this was probabley because I either spent my time jacking of or studying. Mr Spaleney was a good teacher, but he was still a bit harsh when it came to my grades. After the short interview, all the parents were sent into the school gym where principle Franklin would talk to them, this meant that i had time to go talk to Oliver , long story short, Oliver wanted me to come to his house that night, and this...

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En Vacances 2 The Bar

En Vacances 2: The Bar Embarrassment consumes me; my entire being flushing crimson as her hungry eyes watch my little girl body quivering with pleasure, fixed on the twin digits that have slid so effortlessly into the soaking wetness of my pussy. My whole body is burning up with shame; heat radiating through every atom of my being, capillaries engorged and swollen, visibly causing my lightly tanned skin to glow violently. Adrenaline coarses through my bloodstream, my heartbeat quickening as...

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Skatepunk Slave

I opened the front door to discover the young skateboarder I’d met earlier in the park standing before me, grinning lopsidedly. Not older than fourteen, he had shaggy, blonde hair, streaked almost platinum by the sun, and deep blue eyes, his skin smooth and golden. He wore olive corduroy shorts, a loose-fitting, white tank top, and green Vans sneakers, his black Zero skateboard under his arm. The board was how I’d convinced him to stop by my house in the hills, telling him that my son had an...

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she was totally satasfied

TOTALY SATASFIEDTHIS IS A STORY ABOUT MY EX-WIFE SHORTLY AFTER WE WERE MARRIED AND I STARTED TO NOTICE SOME SMALL CHANGES IN HEREVERY DAY SYSTEM.SHE WOULD TAKE A SHOWER AT DIFFERENT TIMES OF THE DAY WITHOUT ANY RIME TO REASON, SEVERAL TIMES THROUGH THE SHOWER I WOULD HEAR A THUD WHAT SOUNDED LIKE HER DROPING THE LARGE BOTTLEOF SHAMPOO THAT WE HAD IN ON THE SHELF I THOUGHT IT KIND OF STRANGE THAT IT WOULD BE DROPPED SO MANY TIMES THROUGHTHE TIME SHE WAS IN THERE. THE NEXT DAY( THURSDAY) I WENT...

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Highschool Hunnies pt2 The Dildo

Chrissie laughed, "The one I use to fuck myself senseless when there's noone around to fuck me of course!" She looked back at Becca and smiled. "Do you have any sex toys?" Suddenly Becca felt slightly uncomfortable."Ummm, no actually...""Aww Becks, you need to come over to my house, we'll find something you like then go shopping afterwards!"Now it was Becca's turn to laugh. "That's an offer I can't refuse," she said, biting Chrissie's neck and gently stroking her stomach."Mmm,"Chrissie moaned...

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noras fallout

In the peaceful vault of vault 81 a girl named nora was sitting in her room. Nora's daily duity was janitorial work in her special vault themed panties . She let out a big sigh "time for another day" nora says slipping her panties on and walking out of her room to get her cleaning supplies and begins working. As usual men of the vault see her and whistle to her or compliment about her huge tits "mmh. just leave me alone" nora said quietly as she cleaned. Wemon's jobs in the vault is basic...

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