Mortimer and Myrtle A Love Story
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It would do no good, at this time, to protest my innocence to this crime for which I have spent the past five years of my life paying my debt to society. The police didn’t believe me back then, neither did the twelve people, not smart enough to avoid jury duty, believe me. I had thought that my lovely wife would not only have believed me, but would have waited for me to get out of gaol, but no, she did neither. So it was, that on my first day of freedom, there was no-one to meet me outside the prison gates. I often felt alone in prison, but not as alone as I felt right now.
Don’t get me wrong, I could have had lots of friends inside, I could have been someone’s ‘wife’, but that did not interest me, so I spread the rumour that I was waiting for my (unspecified but hinted at) test results. This kept them at bay until I had managed to establish myself as something of a reclusive academic, spending all my free time in the prison library, reading and scribbling notes. I was now too weird even for those with that sexual predilection.
With the approval of the Department of Corrections, I enrolled in an Open University course in Criminology, with an emphasis on criminal behaviour of individuals. I wanted to know what would cause someone to fabricate evidence in order to have me convicted of a crime that I did not commit.
As I trudged down the long access road toward the main road and the bus stop, a car eased to a halt beside me and the passenger’s window slid down. ‘It’s a long walk, do you need a lift?’
‘That would be nice thank you.’ I climbed into the car.
‘I’m Natalie Parish, I’m a Social Worker.’ She said as I clicked the seat belt into its buckle.
‘And I’m Tom Cowley, hardened criminal. I’m pleased to meet you Natalie, I think.’
‘How long were you inside?’
‘Five years, give or take a week or two.’
‘What were you in for? If you don’t mind me asking.’
‘I don’t mind, it makes no difference now anyway. I was charged with Manslaughter.’
‘But you didn’t, is that it?’
‘No I didn’t kill him. Don’t get me wrong I hit him with my car, but then he was already dead, I just couldn’t prove it. I was driving along this road and suddenly, there he was, right in front of me. The damage to the front of my car was consistent with the impact of me hitting him, but the blood spatter, or lack of blood, and injuries suggested that he was already dead and pushed in front of my car. The police and Forensic experts said otherwise. The fact that the man was someone that I knew, and that I was involved in a legal action against, caused the police evidence to be slanted to it being premeditated and not accidental. They couldn’t prove that, otherwise I would have been charged with Murder and still inside. But the jury was confronted by a continuous stream of expert witnesses all saying the same thing, that the circumstantial evidence was overwhelming. At least my lawyer managed to convince the jury that there was sufficient doubt for them to find me not guilty of that part of it. I guess that causing death by dangerous driving was a consolation prize.’
‘But five years is still a long time for that charge, I would think.’
‘It would have been shorter if I’d pleaded guilty, at least that’s what the judge said when he handed down the sentence. ‘I have been influenced by the fact that,’ He stated, peering at me with that myopic look of his. ‘In his continued protestation of innocence, the prisoner has shown no remorse, and has shown a lack of awareness as to the seriousness of the charges against him. If there was one benefit to all of this, it gave me the time to study the forensic evidence to see how good it was. My Lawyer appealed on my behalf, but the Appeals Court held that, as he could produce no new and compelling evidence, there was no cause for them to overturn the original judgement. Believe me the one thing that kept me going was what I discovered during my research.’
‘When you say research, what do you mean?’
‘I now have a degree in Criminology. Apart from my research into individual criminal behaviour, I carried out extensive research into the collection and presentation of evidence, and the way that this presentation can be slanted in such a way as to increase the likelihood of conviction.’
‘I suppose that you’re going to tell me that the police evidence in your trial was deliberately weighted against you?’
‘It was. I could not deny that the car that I was driving hit the deceased person, I knew that, but what I did deny was that I had deliberately set out to run the man down. In the eyes of the police, and there was a strong emphasis on this, I had the motive, the legal proceedings against him that they claimed that I had come to realise that I would lose. I had the means, my car, and the opportunity, I knew his movements, and that he would be at that place at that time. They did not look beyond the obvious, and they stated time and time again, that motive, means and opportunity equalled guilt.’
‘Do you have any idea who would have set you up for this?’
‘Apart from my darling now ex-wife, no.’
‘So what happens now?’
‘My first priority is to find somewhere to live, then I need to find a job and soon, I doubt if my former boss will have held my job open for me, and the way things are going it’s going to be hard to find anyone prepared to take on someone who’s just been released from gaol.’
‘I can help you with accommodation, it’s not much but it should do until you find something better. As for a job, what were you doing before this happened?’
‘I was Head of Sales for a car dealership that dealt in high-end cars. Cheap stuff like Lamborghini, Ferrari, Maserati, you know, bread-and-butter lines.’
‘There’s something that I learned several years ago and that is, when looking for employment, you should take a marketing approach. Research your target market, that’s employers that you’re interested in, what they do, how they do it, and what their long term goals are. You then research your product, that’s you in case you’re wondering, know as much as you can about what you can do, what you like to do and what your long term goals are. Armed with this knowledge you structure your marketing campaign around the fact that you have the skills and experience to do the job, and the motivation and enthusiasm to do the job well. I would also suggest that you find someone who can restructure your CV to hide the last five years of your life without lying. What you need is a skills based CV or Resumé that highlights that you have the skills and experience to do the job, without actually saying where you used them. Stick your work history at the end of the application in the hope that they will be skim reading by then, and overlook the lack of recent work history.’
‘What if I say that for the past four years I was a full-time student and now have a degree? If I were to place my Educational qualifications at the beginning of the CV, that will cover the hole in work history without lying.’
‘Yes, do that, it just might work.’ She pulled off the main road into a side street before stopping outside a small hotel. ‘We use this as emergency shelter for people living under threat, usually from partners. There’s a cafeteria on the ground floor so there’s no need to go out. I should warn you that some of the women in here are in a fragile state emotionally, while others will rip your balls off if you make a pass at them.’
‘I plan to keep to myself and get a good night’s sleep without the snoring of a cell mate.’
‘Great. I’ll drop in to see you in the morning, I should have some people that you can go and see about finding work and a place to stay.’
‘You’ve been very kind to me, how can I ever repay you?’
‘By keeping your nose clean and moving on with your life. Forget about revenge, it’ll eat you up.’
‘I’m not looking for revenge as much as trying to find out who did thi
s and why.’
‘When you find out, turn it over to the police and let them take care of it.’
‘I’ll think about it. It would be good to be there at the kill.’
‘As long as you’re a spectator and not a participant. I’ll see you in the morning, so don’t go anywhere until I get here.’
I checked in and was given a key to my room. I unpacked and took my notes from my bag and sat on the bed to read through them for the millionth time. I could just about recite the whole fifty odd pages by rote if necessary.
There was a knock on the door that I answered, to be faced by the young woman from the reception desk. ‘I forgot to tell you about the dinner arrangements. Dinner is served between 6:00 and 8:00pm in the dining room. I need to warn you that, because you’re the only male in here, there will probably be some competition to see who sits at the same table as you. I should tell you that some of the women here a man-eaters, and will eat you alive. If you want, I’ll sit with you to keep them away so that you can eat in peace.’
‘That would be nice, thank you.’
‘Natalie told me that you were a student, and new in town, and looking for permanent accommodation. But that’s not true, is it?’
‘It’s partly true, I have recently graduated from university, and I have been away for a few years, so you could say that I’m new in town. She didn’t really lie to you.’
‘When you say away, you mean inside, don’t you?’
‘Yes, I was released this morning.’ I couldn’t lie in my answer to her direct question.
‘What’s all this paperwork?’ She asked, indicating the papers scattered over the bed.
‘I’m starting post-graduate studies with the view to gaining a PHD, these are some study notes for my thesis when I get around to writing it.’ That sounded better than it being the research that I was hoping would lead me to whoever set me up, and fuck waiting for the cops, despite what Natalie had said, I mean to seek revenge for five lost years of my life.’
‘My name’s Julie by the way, and I know that you’re Tom, at least that’s what you signed in as. It doesn’t worry me if that’s not your real name, hardly any of the girls use their real names, for security reasons.’
‘Is Julie your real name?’
By way of an answer, she took out her driver’s license that was in the name of Julie Hall.
‘I’ll see you down stairs when you’re ready, I won’t have dinner until you get there.’
‘I look forward to it.’ I said. And with that she was gone.
The word had spread that there was a rooster in the henhouse and there was a mad scramble for a position at my table. Julie just managed to grab a chair ahead of the crush. ‘Back off girls, give the man some room.’
‘Bitch.’ One of them said. ‘Who said that you were sitting there?’
‘I did. I reserved this seat and I mean to keep it. Suck it up girls, he’s mine.’
‘I don’t think that you should wind them up like this, there could be blood on the lino before the night’s finished.’
‘Listen to me Tom, I want to be the first to try a man who has been on short rations for the past five years.’
‘Who told you it was five years?’
‘I checked up on you.’ She whispered, her face millimetres from mine, totally ignoring the glares of the other girls. ‘I know all there is to know about you.’
‘And that doesn’t turn you off?’
‘No, it’s something of a turn-on if you must know.’
‘Why don’t we eat and see what the night brings.’
‘I forgot to tell you that it’s a serve yourself buffet here, we can’t afford to employ waiting staff on our limited funding. Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.’
‘And who’s going to protect me from you?’
I stood in line, a tray in hand, shuffling towards the rows of Bain Maries with the warm delectables. ‘You’d better watch yourself with that Julie, she’s a screamer, the whole centre knows when she’s getting a bit, we hear it often enough.’ A quiet voice behind me whispered a warning to me.
‘Thanks for the warning, nothing was going to happen anyway.’
‘You don’t bat for the other team by any chance?’
‘No. I just want a quiet night’s sleep, that’s all.’
‘Someone’s not going to like that, prides herself on scoring every time.’
‘I hope that she takes disappointment well.’
‘We can all live in hope.’ Was she telling me that she was not about to give up trying?
‘What was Sheila saying about me back there?’ Julie asked.
‘Who said that she was talking about you?’
‘It’s not rocket science, I caught a few words and got a good idea what she would have been saying. So what if I get a little vocal? I’m a firm believer in the freedom to speak your mind, I just tend to take it a little too far at times, that’s all.’
‘It isn’t so much the noise, they’ve probably heard that before, it’s the frequency that she was warning me about. She hinted that it was a frequent occurrence.’
‘That’s it, she’s out of here in the morning. I don’t care who’s threatening to beat the crap out of her when he finds her, she can’t talk about me like that.’
‘Don’t you think that you’re over-reacting a little? She’s probably disappointed that she missed out on the opportunity to share my bed.’
‘Tough, that’s what I say.’
‘I hope that you think the same way when I tell you that I intend to sleep alone tonight. Not forever, just tonight.’
‘You’re kidding me, right?’
‘Nope. I intend to enjoy my first night of freedom, that’s all.’
‘It’s that Natalie bitch. I saw the way that she was looking at you with those big soppy eyes of hers. You’re saving your first time for her, aren’t you?’
‘No. It never entered my head that she was even the slightest bit interested in me.’
‘Well she is. I can’t believe that you never saw the way that she was looking at you, it was so obvious.’ I couldn’t work out whether Julie was speaking from jealousy or she was trying to undermine Natalie’s chances, not that she had any. I have to state right here and now, that I have no doubts about my sexuality, I have ample proof of my love of sex with women. Ever since I was old enough I had an active sex life and, apart from one bad decision, I could have been happy with the one partner for the rest of my life. That one decision led me to marry my wife, the person that I was confident would stand by me in my time of need. I won’t make that mistake again.
Any idea I might have had of getting a good night’s sleep were dashed within minutes of me crawling into bed. It was a light tap on my door, just loud enough for me to hear. ‘Who is it?’ I asked through the thin door.
‘Julie, I need to speak with you about tomorrow, can I come in?’
Cranking my brain into hypo-drive, I ran through the choices that I had. If I let her in she would see it as an invitation to better things, but if I left her standing outside talking to a door, someone might come along and the word would spread throughout the building in seconds. I opened the door. ‘This had better be important, waking me up like this.’
‘Bullshit, you weren’t asleep. If you had been you wouldn’t have heard me knocking.
‘I’m a very light sleeper. Next time I’ll ignore you.’
‘If that happens I’ll just kick the door down.’
‘Okay, so what is so important that you just had to come and disturb my sleep?’
‘I felt the need to tell you that there’s talk of a reverse gang bang when you come down for breakfast in the morning. I have taken it on myself to provide you with a body guard to protect you from these horny girls.’
‘Would I be right in assuming that said body guard will be you?’
‘You just might be right.’
‘And that, to provide maximum protection you will have to spend the night with me in case they decide to come early.’
‘What a good idea, now why didn’t I think of that?’ She was standing close enough to touch me, which of course she did. Her hand reach
ed out and touched my cheek. ‘Do you know that you’re the best looking bloke around here?’
‘Only because I’m the only bloke.’
‘Be that as it may, I feel the need for some male companionship, and I know that you must be desperate for a woman.’
‘Would you be offended if I were to tell you that I’m not that desperate?’
‘Yes I would. Here I am offering it to you on a platter, no strings attached, no repercussions. Once you leave here you will be forgotten.’
‘That’s just it, I have never made love on that basis, it’s not in my nature.’
‘Who said anything about making love, this is all about sex, good sex. I will make no pretence of falling in love with you, that’s not in my nature. My mantra is casual guilt free sex.’
‘Look, while the invitation is very tempting, I’ll have to decline. If you must stay the night to protect me I’ll sleep on the floor, you can have the bed.’
‘You really know how to boost a girl’s ego, don’t you? I’m so close to either raping you or telling the world what an utter bastard you are. Which would you prefer?’
‘I suppose that I’ll have to leave you with your ego intact, and let you fuck me, I couldn’t be bothered taking you to court for slander if you go around calling me a bastard. Get it over with.’
‘Goodie.’ She released the hold on my balls, which had been a major factor in my capitulation, and launched herself at me, knocking me back onto my bed.
Talk about a voracious appetite for sex. ‘Stay exactly where you are.’ She ordered. There I was, flat on my back, my cock was soon standing up like a periscope. She proceeded to ride me to exhaustion, an exhaustion that couldn’t come soon enough. Because I found it hard to respond to her, my mind wasn’t into it, and it took forever for me to come. It was a relief when it eventually happened, because she got off me and pulled the bedclothes over us and we went to sleep.
Julie and I went separately to breakfast the next morning. I made the mistake of letting her go first, and by the time I sat down, the whole world, or at least that part of it, knew that she and I had fucked.
Somehow or other Natalie found out about it. ‘You fucked Julie last night, didn’t you?’
‘I cannot tell a lie, yes I succumbed to her insistent demands for my body. If she wasn’t so egoistic she’d tell you that I might have been physically present on this occasion, but my mind was elsewhere. She told me that I was saving myself for you. I of course told her that you would have nothing to do with me and that our relationship was strictly a professional one.’
‘I can’t think why she should think that you had any interest in me. You don’t do you? No, forget I asked you that. I’ll get us a coffee and we can talk about today’s agenda.’
‘Okay. What’s first?’
‘I think that I might have found you somewhere to live. Now don’t read anything into this, but it’s in my apartment building, on the same floor as my apartment, in fact next door to mine. The vacancy came up suddenly and I talked the agent into letting you rent it. I hope that you don’t mind.’
‘No, why should I mind? I’m sure that it is a perfectly adequate apartment. Do I need to get any furniture?’
‘It is sort of furnished, but you’ll still need some furniture and appliances. The stove is pretty ghastly, I’d ask for it to be replaced if I were planning on staying for any length of time.’
‘How long is the lease?’
‘Six months, with the option to extend. I hope that’s okay with you.’
‘That’s fine by me. What about the phone? I’ll need Internet access for my research.’
‘There’s a phone socket but no phone. Do you have a computer?’
‘Somewhere in storage is my old computer, but the operating system will be out of date by now. It will probably be cheaper to get a new one with the latest system already installed.’
‘I can let you have my old laptop. The department gives me a new one each year and lets me keep my old one for personal use. I’ve only just got my new one.’
‘That would be great, thank you. You have been really helpful, you must let me repay you in some way.’
‘Okay, let’s get the paperwork out of the way and you can check the place out and see what you need to get to make it comfortable. Grab your things and bid a fond farewell to the lovely Julie and let’s be going.’
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