Classy wife was once a small town slut
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Jamie Peterson was a five-year veteran prosecutor. Being called into the State's Attorney's office in Springfield was not all that unusual for her, as she had been doing well in high level cases in the past.
"Jamie, I want to thank you for coming in." Charlene Davis said. "I am afraid I have a case we have to ask you to take over."
"High level?"
"Actually it is. But it has some ugly twists. We have spent over half million dollars in investigation and grand jury time on something that has overtones of a witch hunt."
"Findley." Jamie said.
"What are you hearing?" Charlene said with apprehension in her voice.
"Only that Colleen was on a witch hunt to hang everyone in the slaughterhouse movement. And the reason is because her sister was selected." Jamie said. "I knew she spent a lot of money on testimony and research, and that it was a grand jury witness who caught the link." Jamie continued.
"So. You can see we have a problem."
'Yes, you do." Jamie continued.
"Actually we all do. Remember that. I am going to ask you to step in and handle the prosecution on this case."
"With Colleen sitting behind me jabbing me to do it her way? I don't' think so." Jamie said.
Silence greeted this response. Continuing, Jamie said, "If this get's public, Colleen will be pilloried and possibly disbarred for prosecutorial abuse. Even in Illinois there are some limits. I don't think you would be able to run successfully for election to an outhouse, much less the governor's mansion. So, if I am going to work this trial, I don't want any hint of her personal vendetta involved."
"I am not so sure it would be that bad." Charlene said.
"I have thirteen felony trials held up for lack of resources due to her grandstanding on this. It was a mismatch of resources and you know it." Jamie continued. "She may be your ADA and my boss, but I didn't do this. This case could blow up in a heartbeat, and I don't need her help to light the fuse. And if there is ever an investigation on how resources were sucked up by this case and others were left without, the stink will reach everywhere. I don't look good in Federal Orange."
"I don't' think you have a lot of alternatives" Charlene said.
"There is always private practice. And I can make it. So either put the bitch on a leash or find someone else. And if this blows up the way it can, I would rather quit now then try to find a job after the whole prosecutor's office was laid bare with the fallout of this." Jamie said with a straight face.
"I'll see what I can do."
"In the meantime, I will look at the documents and see what kind of charges we can make if any." Jamie said.
"I think Colleen had a pretty strong playbook planned." Charlene said.
"We'll see. I want to look at the facts in evidence first." Jamie said. "Then we will talk about any sort of prosecution strategy."
Tactics, Strategy and Opening SalvosThe first rule of prosecution in state and federal law is to find a bargain. Regardless of what you feel the suspect is guilty of, you are more concerned with what you can prove and how you can prove it. The goal is to get the suspect off the street and set the stage for a finding under the law.
Having the suspect admit to guilt is the easy way. Then all you have to do is get the agreement validated by the judge and close the case out. This is called getting a person to cop a plea. It works best with people who are looking for an easy way out or who don't have enough money for a good lawyer. That was not the case here.
If you can't get the Suspect to confess, you have to find a witness to motivate to testify. Guilty people are easily motivated and easily managed. Honest people less so.
Witnesses have different motivations. Ego, Spite, Revenge, and fear are some of the best ones. Fear of personal consequences is the one most often used as a fall back. The "We will go lighter on you if you help us with this" gambit. This also works with people who are impoverished, easily intimidated or not given good legal advice.
And if your case for conviction is weak, you add a Conspiracy charge to the mix to make sure that even if the suspect did nothing directly wrong, you can hope to present enough evidence to convince the jury that they were doing what they were doing while conspiring to do something. This was always a favorite, especially at the federal level.
The rule is that prosecutors aim for the moon and hope to get among the stars.
This all assumes you don't have a competent defense lawyer ahead of you. Or it assumes that the suspect does not have enough money to mount an effective defense. And one of your tricks there is to assume that the money was earned illegally, so you can freeze the funds. That keeps most paid lawyers away. That didn't work here.
Legal prosecution depends on working best in a public vacuum. You spend the time preparing the case and then spring it on the suspect in hopes of starting with them on the defensive. (That is why lawyers are called Prosecutors or Defense Attorneys). This does not always work.
Every member of the Findley team that Colleen subpoenaed had called Carol Black. Carol had spent hours with them preparing them for testimony and giving them an overview of the types of questions that would be asked. For the State and Federal Employees, Carol provided help to them to reach out to their departments and get other legal advise to protect them and their agencies.
From the questions, and the background given about Findley's operations, Jamie shook her head at the case she had. And finally distilled her chances of a successful prosecution down to three small and very slight hopes. Only one of which she really thought anyone would pay attention to.
The real worry was the fact that Findley was able to demand a Jury trial. Playing the publicity card could work in either direction, depending on how publicity went. Controlling the press and the flow of information was as important as the rule of law in this case.
On March first, Warrants were issued for the arrest of David and Margaret Findley, Jack and Helen Stienhauer, and Carol Black and Nancy Everett on the charges of violation of the Illinois statute on Slavery under the PCA.
Additional charges were listed for two thousand individual cases of violation of civil rights under the state equal opportunity act.
Additional warrants were executed for Conspiracy to violate the slavery act to each of the goats working at Findley, and F&S.
As normal, the prosecution charged that all monies and income was based on violations of the law and thus were ill gotten gains. Thus they filed for a request that all assets be held in escrow pending the trial outcome.
Additionally, Colleen McNair personally filed formal deposition with the State Bar Association to review the behaviors of Carol Black and to have her disbarred. As the Assistant States Attorney, this was taken seriously, and in response to this, Carol's license was suspended.
Having the balls to charge Carol Black with conspiracy and work to have her disbarred was Colleen's idea to deflate the defense resources. She felt that Carol would be more amenable to settlement. After all, Carol was a prosecutor. She knew how the game was played.
Reaction 1And play it she did. Carol's first contact was with the meat cutter's union to remind them that each and every member of the goat staff was a member of the Union in good standing and that dues and salaries were paid throughout the time of service. This was a courtesy call among friends, an as such not actionable and it was outside of the controls that the Bar Association had.
The teamsters responded with enough paper and legal help for their membership that even Jamie was surprised. Sensing that there was something that needed to be done quickly, she set up a call with Charlene over case strategy. And to pave the way for her departure if Colleen continued to act in a way that affected her case.
"The Teamsters are coming after this with everything they have. These guys don't usually go after defending the rank and file except about contract stuff, but so far I have gotten paper from Schmidt and Holloway, and Heinz and Maguire, and a call from the state political party chairs of both sides. The feds were nosing about offering to add assistance, but then they left town like scalded dogs. I think that politically this got escalated pretty quickly." Jamie said, after the opening greetings were exchanged.
"I know. The Governor had me in for a short talk to review the budget spent on this prosecution this morning." Charlene said "And she was upset when she was asking if this was a good use of prosecutorial assets. I think you were right. See if we can get a plea from someone on this." Charlene said. "I'll reach out to Carol and ask her if dropping the charges for her will mollify this a little."
That phone call did not go as Charlene hoped.
"Hello Charlene. Call to talk settlement with me already?" Carol said.
"Now Carol, I think that would be premature." Charlene said in response.
"Don't you want to hear my offer? A good start would be jumping into a time machine and going back to before that stupid bitch filed a formal bar association complaint. But since we can't do that, I will settle for Colleen's head on a platter, a letter of apology and dropping all charges."
"Carol, that is pretty outrageous even for you." Charlene said.
"Ok. I don't want her head on a platter. Those days are over. Everything else stays the same."
"You always did have a sense of humor," Charlene said with a laugh. "Seriously, Carol, what would be accepted at this time?"
"Charlene, it is hard to get federal agencies to investigate prosecution misconduct. But for civil rights violations, conspiracy and government abuse of power, I might get them interested. I'm going to be holding news conferences every day. And asking the help of every woman we were able to pull out of the system. We will see where things fall."
"Carol, you know what happens when you let your temper get ahead of you." Charlene said.
"Charlene, you were elected. I was selected. I have a different perspective."
"Carol, you know how this goes. We invest a lot of resources on some cases to prove guilt, and then we compromise. What I am looking for is the compromise."
"Charlene, I helped to mentor Colleen McNair. I know what and why she is the way she is. You know you are in trouble. So, either drop all charges and conduct a press conference throwing Colleen in the street, or tell me when is our day in court."
Charlene thought to herself that this didn't go any way like she expected. What was Carol going to pull?
Wearing down the oppositionIt was June first. The last few months had been brutal on David and Margaret. The prosecution convinced a succession of judges to not allow bail, saying that David and Margaret's crimes were heinous and that they posed a flight risk. The State's Attorney's office had spent almost all of it's legal and political capital on this case so far. At this time the charges had dwindled down from the initial set, but the State's attorney had remained dug in on three general sets of charges. Slavery (through inducement and extortion), Discrimination under the PCA (for filing so many exclusions for women already selected), and prostitution with aggravated rape (the implication was here that the women were confined and then offered to men as a benefit in exchange for not being killed).
The right to a speedy trail usually is something that prosecution is in favor of and defense is against. This time, the game was going in the opposite direction. Time after time, the state's attorney's office petitioned for extensions on discovery and each time a counter motion was filed to dismiss. So the Findley's and the Stienhauer' remained in separate jails in seclusion "for their own protection" for three months. Visitation was limited to attorneys and family only, but supervision was required for family.
There were three thousand individual counts of discrimination. The basis for that was the preferential treatment shown to some of the selectees, while others were terminated. Pointing to the previous management of H&S, where there were no selectees were excluded in over eight years, the prosecution was presenting the case that something was obviously wrong.
The sixty-eight individual charges of slavery gained the greatest press coverage. Commentators and editorials ran weekly bemoaning the unfair treatment of those women who had no choice besides death. All news commentators tactfully avoided the fact that the state laws in place during the time encouraged these actions.
The charge of forced prostitution and aggravated rape was based on the belief that Findley's was a house where prostitution was an income or benefit of working in otherwise substandard conditions. That charge was given for each calculated instance of fornication based on the eight women living there nightly. The calculation was that over six thousand incidents occurred.
The charges that the Prosecution was hanging it's hat onto the most was "Criminal Intent, and Conspiracy to Defraud." This was an overarching charge that was intended to convince that there was guilt, even if it could not be proven case by case. Conspiracy is at tough to prove or disprove.
The union Amicus Curie briefs caused the court to review and then throw out the charges against the goats for discrimination and actions depriving women of their rights. The entire herd had hung together long enough to get lawyers from the Union involved. Which brought the US Justice Department investigating why the Union was defending rank and file. The union held a press conference with the answer "This is what unions are about. Defending the little guy". It was pointed out that the Findley and Stienhauer legal issues were not part of the Union defense of employees, but that it did have some impact on the prosecution. And on the defense.
The prosecution reaction was skillful leaks of information and informal comparisons of the Findley staff to a Death Cult, only interested in slaughter of indiscriminate women. Every interview or "public comment" drew a comparison between all of the Findley staff and Auschwitz. Which was leaving aside the fact that discrimination was one of the basis of the case the prosecution was bringing. The whole goal was to influence the jury pool as far as possible.
The daily leaks from the prosecutor's office had become a hose of lies repeated daily in the media. The campaign was launched to turn David from a guy who tried to help people out into a monster who was responsible for the murder of thousands of women, who he felt were not "good enough" to keep alive.
Kitty's tear streaked face was in at least one news release ever week talking about the horror she felt at being alive, at her friends sacrifice, and how she was not considered good enough to substitute for her friend.
Cathy Cox was constantly countering accusations in the media and had been acting as spokesperson. For this she got an unsavory reputation and snide charges of having been exempted as a favor. Cathy found herself visited by investigators three times. There were accusations of her possible complicity in the conspiracy, and some mutterings and threats were made about charging her as well. Her reaction to that was like gasoline vapor to a lit match. The initial investigators were forced to leave under the watchful eyes of reporters. And Cathy answered all calls and e-mail with a open copy to Carol. Thus all communication was privileged. And not easily leaked.
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"Phew. My feet are tired." Cathy said as she opened a beer and sat down in the break room. "I hadn't known this place was so big." "Good thing these sandals are comfortable. Walking on these floors all day would be a real pit if they weren't" Cindy said. "Does anyone else here have a problem sitting down toward the end of the day?" Kim asked the girls. "You mean getting wet and sticky when you come back into the reception?" Carol asked. "Perfectly normal, ladies." Helen...
Hafie was the third daughter of the Imam, and had always felt she was a disappointment to her father. No great religious scholar or great beauty, she was the dutiful daughter. Having been consulted against the excesses of the flesh since early childhood, she was inexperienced in the ways of men. And having been brought up in a religious institution with very conservative values, there was not much chance of her gaining any experience. Especially now that she was one of the selected. She had...
David was not in a patient mood this morning. The Imam had not shown up yet at ten o'clock and Hafie had pointed out six of the twenty clients for today as being underage. David had called him Sunday morning, and Monday. He had finally gotten through to the Imam's wife on Monday afternoon and had been assured that the Imam would see him on Tuesday morning. Instead it was a no show so far and six underage women to do something with. Helen, Margaret and Carol were in an argument over...
It was a rare day that people in the processing area had a full staff on a Saturday, but this was the exception to the rule. The modified floor mounts for the new air cutters had been mounted at Findley and things were waiting final testing. Everyone was watching to see how the new mounts would work. Even those who were not on duty were there so see how the first of the new units would work. Helen and Carol were waiting and reviewing interviews in the reception for the first group of...
Staffing development for Findlay had taken on a whole new dimension with the addition of H&S. Sunday morning, Margaret, Nancy, Helen and Carol were in David's office after Susan and Jack had left and were grooming through the selection lists to find compatible Goats. The Goat problem was worse then the straight hires due to the overlapping issues of law, ethics and regulations. Plus it was pretty uncouth to reach out to someone and say "Would you like to come down and interview with us...
David had left the State Offices of the Populations Selection and Management board late Tuesday afternoon. It had been an interesting day. The need to get H&S back online was important. David found himself talking with building, health, OSHA and other officials The fall season was starting, the state was behind it's allotment and there were political issues underfoot that David had not been totally aware of. Barney Maguire was the State head of compliance for the Population selection...
My wife loves . Quite a surprise when you appreciate how Maria was brought up to be such a lady. She has certainly changed a lot these past few years and prefers a stiff, brisk pounding to anything else. Particularly at the hands of a strong black man. At 35, she is a stunning woman. After having our daughter Lucy, she kept a wonderful figure and I’ve always been attracted to her upmarket, stylish looks. So lost in many of today’s women. Maria’s crisp, intelligent face, flirtatious ways and...
InterracialAre we all in the mood for some classy sexiness? I know I am, and since you decided to check out r/classysexy/, I am guessing that you are as well. But, what is r/classysexy/ really about? I think it is all written in the name, but at the same time, I can see why the fuck you might be confused. Well, it is all about sexiness, but in a classy way.So if you were expecting chicks just to spread their legs wide open or you know… get extremely kinky, you should visit a different subreddit. And since...
Reddit NSFW ListI've been happily married to Helen five years where we have a lovely two year old son. She recently returned to work where she still retained her friendship with her colleagues there with one in particular, Alison. All I know about her is that she's married with three sons, all older than our boy.Helen & Alison arranged a night out with the husbands so I would finally meet Alison as well as her husband Thomas for the first time.That night came on Saturday. As it was a late night planned, it...
It had been literally years since we’d gone out likethis together. Between work, the k**s, cub scouts, girlscouts, mowing the lawn and every other activity thatconsumed almost every waking moment, there was littletime for just us. We finally moved this past summerslightly closer to home. A few weeks before themillennium Carol’s parents called and said they’d becoming down for New Years Eve. They even volunteered towatch the k**s if we wanted to go out.At first we hemmed and hawed and...
JUST ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF A BODY-HOPPER The man sat in his parked car nursing his coffee. It was quite late, and the rain moistened street shimmered under the streetlights. He blew over the top of the cup, trying to cool his beverage down just enough to make it palatable. Even as he did so, his entire focus and attention was on the house just across the way. It wouldn't be long now. He had done his research. After a couple of weeks of observation, and some...
Ana and I had planned a beach vacation to escape from the cold autumn in the city that never sleeeps… but just a couple days before, my Boss said he had another business trip scheduled for me and he could not send another person there but me…In the evening, as I told the news to my beloved wife, she just She crossed her arms and looked at me clearly upset. She claimed that we would be going to be out a lot of money cancelling last second.We had a light quarrel about the money; until Ana said...
"This woman I am sending you to is an old friend of mine, but she's not very old; just foolish. Her husband, her second husband, is a preacher, Anglican, Church of England, you know what I mean, the King's bunch." The Madam fluttered about, pressed a sealed note into my hands, gave me directions and shooed me on my way. "Do what you can for her," were her parting words. Julia Marshall might have been thirty-five, perhaps forty but I doubt it. She was slim and quiet. Her home, a modest...
When Nick recommenced the Tales the next evening, my fellow writers/editors of an earlier Tale sat with me, including Tash, Helena, Lindy, and, unusually, Betty. We had been so caught up with our discussions that we remained together when we arrived at the theater, and decided, with shrugs, to continue being together. I think Lindy looked happiest about this, and made sure she sat beside her first female lover. And Betty sat beside me, winking. “The morning following the successful...
India Summers is a stepmom who is very concerned about her stepdaughtera great time with her boyfriend. As a proactive stepmom, she talks to both her stepdaughter and her daughter?s boyfriend separately. She gives some really great pointers to her stepdaughter?s boyfriend. He was very surprised she ended up on her back with her naked pussy in his face. Nonetheless, he is grateful for her help. Later, she corners her stepdaughter and asks her if she knows how to show a man a good time. Ariel...
xmoviesforyouI had just turned 16 years old, moved to a new town and new school district, had no friend and certainly no girlfriend. I was as horny as any 16 guy could be but had no prospects. I soon made a few friends but my new friends faced the same dilemma with girls. We talked about getting laid but had no prospects. I always fanaticized about older women. I really knew that wasn’t going to happen. I had noticed that girls were interested in guys with nice cars. These guys were older and I didn’t even...
First TimeHello, dosto mere naam rohit(changed) main delhi mein study krta hu and punjabi hun. Meri age 24year and l love to fuck. Toh chlo kahani pe aate hai Dosto mere kahani ki heroine payal(behn pdosi ki) and reema(pdosi ki biwi) hai. Kuch 1year pehle main laxmi nagar flat liye rent pe mere sath mere 2dost the. Toh hmare floor pe samme ek aur flat tha jismein uncle, unki wife reema, uncle ki behn payal, unka 5year bcha tha. Uncle job pe chle jate the reema and payal ghar pe he hote the. Dono flats ke...
.................our little slut looked up at me and said please fuck me, please fuck me with ur big fat cock!I slipped my cum covered cock from my wifes beautiful pussy and slid it in 2 our sluts mouth!Do u like the taste of my wifes cum? I askedOh yes she said as her saliva slow started 2 cover my cock and replace all my wifes cum.Oh yes what? I asked our slut! The poor young thing looked so puzzled as her eyes darted between me and my wife!Oh yes WHAT! I said again as I took my cock from her...