Rigor MortisChapter 2
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The atmosphere in the courtroom changed as soon as the focus shifted from the prosecution making its case to hearing the defense team finally telling their side of the story.
It was obvious to the spectators and hopefully to the jury members that the judge was doing his level best to grease the wheels for the prosecution simply because the evidence and the facts were so overwhelming that some of the jurors questioned why the case was not dismissed at the outset.
The sense of chaos at the prosecution table was striking enough for the judge to call a halt to the process to allow them to get back into the game. In the long run, nothing could be done to ignore the damage and the spirits at the defense table was bubbling up like the bubbles from a freshly opened bottle of Champagne.
By the second day of defense testimony, it was difficult for me to keep from grinning at the discomfort at the prosecution table. I actually felt pity for their pampered lawyers used to a slam dunk performance with no doubt about the outcome against ill-prepared court-appointed defense lawyers. The underpaid lawyers working with no supporting investigation staff were always ready to make a deal with the prosecution. Sometimes it was the only way to escape the ultimate declaration of the guilty verdict.
It was the betrayal of our system of the administration of justice that made cynics of the lawyers working within the system and they knew the cards were stacked against the defense from the beginning to the end of the process. The court-appointed lawyers were burned out quickly and usually withdrew from the game for other legal challenges. The high priced prosecutors were generally political animals with an ability to survive an election and maintain control over the people under their command.
The criminal element was content to play the game of constant delays and worked the bail system for advantages in keeping their freedom. Parole and other devices kept them on the streets much to the law enforcement disgust.
I knew my Uncle had to be absolutely delighted with the progress of the trial and he sent a check to Julie to cover for my investigation work already finished on the case. It came just in the nick of time to help keep my phones on and the electric connected for the next month. I had already pre-paid my lease on the office through the end of the year so at least I did not have to worry about being evicted. She shut down my apartment and moved all my crap into the office in a back room we had used for storage. That saved a lot of money and I knew how comfortable it was on the couch in the main office and the cot in the supply room was just the same as my current digs at the courthouse.
I knew that some of the Internal Affairs guys were worried about the possibility of getting eventually charged with a crime and my uncle sent me a note to be on my toes against a probable attack by them to eliminate me as a threat against them. I passed on the intelligence to the guards detailed to watch me so they wouldn’t be fooled by cop badges used by these pricks to get close for a quick hit.
Angela seemed particularly upset by the prospect because she had aspirations of becoming a city cop in the not so distant future. I knew she was still harboring some romantic notion of working as a plainclothes detective with her own car to drive and I wanted to discourage her ambition but I didn’t have the guts to destroy her dream of excitement and glory.
Right at the moment, she was on top which was her favorite position and she was riding me hard like I was in the Kentucky Derby and she was my jockey determined to cross the finish line first. I was just getting ready to beg for mercy when she stiffened up and shouted out loud enough that they must have heard her in the courtroom upstairs. Her orgasm had exploded surprising us both as it was totally unexpected. She had been getting worried about not having a satisfactory orgasm recently and this was a perk that she needed to keep up her confidence as a fully functioning female.
Fortunately, at this time of night, only a cleaning crew would be up in the courtroom and those workers seldom spoke English well enough to make a fuss.
“Oh my God, Mike that was really intense. It was better than my boyfriend Otto when he gives it to me from behind with his big boy. You would like Otto, even though he don’t really like cops too much because they shot his brother by accident in the park chasing some pervert that was raping the young students taking a short cut to their apartment. He was really broken up by that and he wants me to wear my uniform when he bends me over and he pretends he is punishing me for my sins.”
I was startled to hear Angela speak so openly about her romantic entanglements because she usually kept her secrets to herself and pretended to be unemotional about things like sex or romance. This was the first time she admitted to a boyfriend of sorts and after I questioned her a little, she told me that Otto was married and had four kids with an unattractive housewife type that cooked and cleaned for him like she was his personal slave. She told me that Otto’s wife knew all about her and she was delighted because it meant he wouldn’t be pestering her for sex as he was getting all he needed from Angela in the middle of the afternoon.
She even showed me his picture and I thought I recognized the guy as one of soldiers of a local shylock that had a stable of guys to break arms or legs if the client didn’t pay up on time. I didn’t mention that to her because she seemed well satisfied with his role play of her bending over for him in her law enforcement uniform and taking everything he had to dish out without a single complaint. Some girls were like that and they filled a void with their favorite fetish. I had done it with some females that insisted on calling me “daddy” and taking it from behind with their eyes closed tight pretending their beloved father was giving it to them for being a bad girl. I was only human and I hated to pass up on an opportunity like that even though I was not in accord with the scenario of such a relationship.
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