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CHAPTER 29
Off to Court
During the movie, Pa called Mr. Anderson and told him that I was going to join him on his case. They talked for a little bit while we watched the movie. When he was off the phone he came back and joined us, snuggling up with Ma under another blanket.
When the movie was over we all showered and headed to bed. Pa came in to say goodnight to everyone, and when he got to me he said, "Mr. Anderson is very happy that you have decided to go with him. He is picking you up at nine in the morning so you can get an early start."
I was not happy that we were leaving so early. "I thought we were not leaving till three."
"That was when he was going to leave, but that was before you decided to go with him. He wants to get there early enough so that you can meet the client. I guess that he works every Sunday, so Mr. Anderson has to get you there early enough for you two to meet."
"Ok." I said resigned to the fact that even though they all made it sound like I had a choice in doing this, I knew I didn't.
Pa looked at me, "Brian, why don't you come into the other room with me for a minute." He said as he walked away. When I got in there Pa was in bed with Ma, "Come here Brian let's talk."
I climbed in between them, "I'm in trouble aren't I?"
"No, but I do feel like you are not telling me what you are thinking. Have you changed your mind about going?"
I was feeling a little panic attack starting up and my eyes started watering. "I... I guess..."
Ma started rubbing my chest, "It's ok Brian, we won't be mad."
"I...I just don't think I want to go."
Pa just looked at me, "May I ask why?"
"Mostly because I am scared."
"Ok, what are you afraid of?"
"I don't really know Mr. Anderson. I don't know what to expect. It's like I am going off with a total stranger and I am really scared. I didn't really want to go in the first place, and I feel like all of you cornered me into it. If I don't go then you guys are going to be disappointed in me, and the others will think I am stupid for not going."
Pa sat up and pulled me into his lap with my back to his chest, "Brian, let's start at the beginning and address the things that you have brought up. You are right, he is a stranger, and I should have realized that this might be hard for you. So, let's start out with what is expected of you. I think it would be the same things that are expected of you at school. He is going to teach you the processes for how to help the client keep his freedom. To put it in a way that you and I would understand best, let's say Y = what this young man did to be in this situation. Z = the potential for incarceration. So, what is X?"
I thought for a second and answered, "Proving that Y is a negative and that Z is equal to 0."
"Correct, so tell me how you got there?"
"I guess that Y is how we prove that the client didn't have anything to do with the robbery. Once that is figured out then Z holds no value, and X becomes the release of the client."
"Very good, however, this is one of those problems that is easy to figure out how to do on paper, but very different when taken into real world practice. What Mr. Anderson is going to teach you is how to move that from paper into the real world, but unlike this math, there are lots of variables that can change the outcome. I think for you this is going to be a puzzle that you are going to have to figure out, and Mr. Anderson is going to walk you through it. In the end, you have to know that what you are going to witness is how this is going to impact this boy's life, his freedom, and his future. Can I tell you something that I truly believe?"
I was now on the edge of my seat, "What Pa?"
"If I were that kid, I could not wish for two better people to be on my side than you and Mr. Anderson."
"Do you really think I can do this?"
"Of course I do. Brian, I can't tell you the number of ways you have impressed me. It all started with a boy who figured out how to become a straight C student without any of his teachers, parents, or school administration figuring it out. I thought that was the most amazing thing I have ever seen a boy do. What I didn't know at the time was that it was just the beginning of the ways you would amaze me."
I was confused, "What do you mean?"
"Three other events come to mind. Owen, Hudson, and Theo."
"I don't understand."
Ma said, "Owen was done, all he wanted to do was die. What I see now is sure not the boy you introduced me to a few months ago. Look at how far he has come, and like it or not you are directly responsible for that. Then we have Hudson, without you being you, he may have been sent back to that abusive life. You are the only one he would talk to about it, and because of that, he is here, healing, smiling, and laughing. Oh, and don't forget our sweet little Theo, who was so sad and lost yesterday, and now he knows that he has friend who loves him and will protect him."
Pa went on, "As for going with Mr. Anderson, you know what is expected of you. It will be no different than the appointments you have at school, only it will be one man over three days."
"I guess it will be alright. I will go, and you will be proud of me, you will see."
"That is a ridiculous thing to say Brian. We are already very proud of you. We love you like you were our own son, and if you were to tell me that there was a real reason that you didn't want to go, we would support you. However, you are going to rock at this, I can tell."
I wrapped him in a big hug, "Thank you Pa, I guess I just needed to talk it out."
Ma pulled me over to her and gave me a big hug and kiss, patted me on the butt, "Now go to bed, you have a long day ahead of you tomorrow."
As I headed out the door I turned and said, "I love you both so much, thank you for being my other family."
I turned and headed down the hall to my room. I walked in to find Theo between Hudson and Tony getting tickle tortured to death. "Help me Brian, they are killing me." He said between laughs.
I reached in, grabbed him, and pulled him to safety. Giving Tony and Hudson dirty looks, "You have no right to tickle him like that."
Theo stuck out his tongue at them and said, "Yeah, what he said."
With a serious look on my face, "Yeah, he's mine and only I get to do that."
Theo was still sticking out his tongue when he turned to look at me, "What?" When he saw me smile he finally realized what I had said and tried to run. I grabbed him and started tickling him myself. Through his giggles he screamed, "No fair, I thought you loved me and were on my side."
"I do love you, that is why I told those guys that only I get to do this."
I let him go and he fell to the ground, "You mean you won't ever let them do that to me again?"
"Well... I didn't say that. You know they are both bigger than me, and if I interfere they may decide to tickle me." I held out my hand and said, "Come on, let's pee and then get to bed."
We climbed into bed and snuggled up. "Brian."
"Yes."
"You know I have always dreamed of having a big brother, and now I feel like I do. Is that ok?"
I just hugged him tighter, "It is more than ok. I have an awesome big brother, and now I have an awesome little brother."
I held him close and a short time later I could hear his breathing get slow and knew he was asleep. I was tired, but I was so nervous about tomorrow that I was having a hard time getting to sleep.
That is when I heard Tony and Hudson talking. Hudson asked, "Do you think that they are asleep yet?"
"Yeah, they are, why?"
"Because I want to ask you a question and I don't want them to be mad at me for asking."
"What's your question?"
"I heard a few guys talking at the pool today. They were saying that the men have sex with the kids. Do you think that it true?"
"Probably."
"Don't you think that is wrong?"
Tony didn't say anything for a bit then answered, "Maybe part of me thinks it is wrong, but I look at you and the way you act around men, and I guess maybe it isn't wrong."
"What do you mean the way I act around men?"
"It's pretty obvious that you have been hurt by men, and I am not talking about your bruises. Every time a man came anywhere near you today, you get this defensive pose. It's like you are just expecting them to hit you. I noticed that when Mr. Walters put his hand on your shoulder you looked like you were going to hit the ceiling, and you know he is not going to hit you."
"Do I really do that? I don't mean to."
"I don't think that someone can go through what you did and not have trust issues."
"Ok, but what does that have to do with the men having sex with the kids?"
"We'll all we ever hear about is the sexual abuse of some kid at the hands of a man. But as hard as I look, I can't see any of these Crossman kids that act like they are being abused. They are happy, good students, respectful, and look out for each other. All Mr. Walters has done is hug, kiss, and tell the kids how proud he is of them. All I can say is if that is abuse, than I would not mind being abused."
"I am not sure that I agree with you, but Brian sure is lucky to have Mr. Walters in his life. I wish I had grown up with someone like him in my life."
"Well, you have a whole week to soak it in. You will get everything you have always dreamed of from him, and you won't even have to have sex with him. Now I am going to sleep, see you in the morning."
I had so much to think about before I heard them talking, and now I have even more. I have always had a family who loves me, and even when they are not around, I have my Crossman family. I guess until I heard it from someone like Hudson, I didn't realize how lucky I really am.
The morning came and more stress and panic along with it. Not only was I dealing with my own fears, but Theo was not making this easy on me at all. He has not let go of me and was crying as well. It is breaking my heart, but there is nothing I can do to change it.
We were just finishing up breakfast when Owen and Timmy knocked on the door. As soon as Owen walks in he sees how upset Theo is. He picks Theo up out of his chair then sits down with Theo in is lap. "Hey little dude, what is all the sadness about?"
"I don't want Brian to go."
I watched Owen hug Theo tight. "I know how you feel, I don't want him to go either."
Theo looks at Owen with a tear-streaked face, "Then make him stay. You can do that because you are his friend."
"That is true, and I could ask him not to go, and maybe he wouldn't, but then what kind of friend would I be?"
"What do you mean, you would be a friend that wants him to stay."
"But is that the kind of friend I want to be. If I get Brian to stay, then that would make me a selfish friend. You see Theo, this thing that Brian is getting to do may never come up again, but even more than that, there is a boy who needs Brian's help. I have firsthand experience with how good a helper he can be, and it would not be fair to this other boy for Brian not to help him. Because I know what kind of friend I am," Owen says as he turns to look at me. "I am going to say to Brian, have fun and help this boy like you helped me." Turning Theo to look at him, "So now, you have to decide what kind of friend you are."
Theo looks at me, "I still don't want you to go, but you have to help this boy I guess. I will miss you." He says as he climbs over into my lap and gives me a hug and a kiss. I return it and he says, "Please hurry back ok?"
"I will be back as quickly as I can."
We heard a horn honk and Timmy said, "Ok guys, Toby is not going to wait forever. He said he would drop us off at the mall, but he has other things to do."
Ma said, "Hold on a second, he is just dropping you off at the mall, he is not staying with you?"
"Yeah, Tommy is working, Owen's dad and Paul Jr are going golfing with Mr. Taylor, Amanda, and Sara are going shopping with Mrs. Taylor so there is no one else to take us."
"No, I am not comfortable with you three going alone to the mall. Why don't you just go to the rec center today?"
"Because we promised to take Theo to Tramp City at the mall, and we were all looking forward to it." Owen said with a slight whine in his voice.
"Yeah, and they promised me a pretzel." Added Theo.
"Ok then, Timmy go tell Toby he is free for the day. I have some shopping to do, so I will take you to the mall. I will check you in at Tramp City and then go do my shopping. You three will stay there till I get back, then we can go for lunch and pretzels. How does that sound?:
All three of them gave their consent and Timmy ran out to tell Toby. The guys liked this better because it was early, and they would not have to wait around an empty mall. Now they could leave at ten instead of eight thirty.
Ma looked at Tony and Hudson, "Why don't you two get ready and you can come as well."
Hudson said, "I think Tramp City would probably kill me. This sucks because I always wanted to go."
"I was thinking more along the lines of you and I going shopping. You only have a few clothes and although the school will provide you uniforms, you will need some regular clothes as well."
"I can't ask you to do that. Besides, Detective Dave said that he would be taking me to the house this week and I will get some clothes there."
"Good, so you have nice clothes at home then?"
Hudson looked at the ground, "Not really I guess. Stepdad only bought me clothes when the old ones were way too small for me."
Ma smiled and said, "Good then we are going shopping. Before you say anything, the scholarship you are receiving gives extra for things like clothes and going to movies and such."
"Really?" Hudson asked with some excitement in his voice. "It has been a long time since I was able to go to a movie." Detective Dave said I have some money, so I can pay you back."
"Sorry, I know about your money, and that is for your future. Someday when you are ready and feel in your heart that it is right for you, you can donate back into the scholarship fund. Until then let it do what it was set up to do. Tony, you want to shop with us, go to Tramp City with the boys, or go hang out at the rec center?"
"I have plenty of clothes, and I feel like I will have plenty of time to go to the rec center, so if it is ok with the guys I would like to do the tramp thing."
All three of the boys got excited about Tony and Hudson going with them, and even convinced Ma to take them to the movies after lunch.
Ma and Pa took me into my room to pack a suitcase for me. They pulled the suit they bought me out of the closet along with some nice shirts, and dress pants. Pa put these in what he called a suit bag, so they didn't get too wrinkled. We took my bags and put them by the door. Owen, Theo, and Timmy were playing Go Fish. I sat on the floor by the coffee table and played a few hands till we heard the knock on the door.
Pa opened the door, "Good morning Jake, come on in."
He stepped inside, "Good morning to you too Ken. Is my law partner ready to go?"
"I am ready Mr. Anderson." I said standing and walking to him.
I guess he could tell I was a little nervous, because he got down on his knees, put his hands on my shoulders, and said, "Brian, I get that you may be a little stressed about going off with me, and if you want to change your mind I won't be mad. However, I think you will have a good time and learn a lot. You will be the fourth boy I have taken with me, and I have made some mistakes as far and not engaging the boy enough to not be bored, but I have learned from those mistakes and I know you will have fun."
"I am not changing my mind Sir, and I am ready to go."
He and Pa went to the kitchen for coffee while I took my bags out to the car. When he was ready to go, I kissed and hugged everyone goodbye and headed out to Mr. Andersons Cadillac. I started to get into the back but was told to sit up front. I was kind of excited because I never get to sit up front. I got in the passenger side and buckled up. Mr. Anderson grabbed something out of the back seat and when he climbed in. He had a file folder and a big book. He place the folder on my lap, "I have told you the basics of this case, but in this folder is everything I have with the exception of the video. I have that in my briefcase and will show it to you tonight. While we are driving, I want you to read this whole file, here is a notepad that I want you to write your questions on. Once you are done, we will go over what you have found. I have a law book here, that I will help you find all of the answers."
"Ok I can do that." My nervousness was gone and replaced with excitement over this new adventure. We pulled out of the driveway and started on our journey. I opened the file with the name of James "Jamie" Paul Walton Jr. "Mr. Anderson, why are there three names on this file?"
"His legal name is James Paul Walton Jr., but everyone just calls him Jamie."
Before we got on the highway we stopped at a convenience store and picked up something to drink and some munchies. We stopped at a rest area once to pee, then drove through to Lake Town. We got into lake town around one o'clock and pulled into this restaurant for lunch. "Grab the file, the law book, and your note pad so that we can go over it while we are waiting for lunch." It was a nice place, and I felt a little underdressed. I guess he noticed, "Relax, the lunch crowd is not nearly as stuck up as the dinner crowed, you look fine."
"You know I have nice clothes in the car, I can change real quick."
"Really, you are dressed just fine."
A lady at a podium greeted us, "Welcome back Mr. Anderson. Who is this handsome young man with you?"
"Hello Shelia, it is wonderful to see you back. How is the baby?"
"She is wonderful. She was born six pounds three ounces of beauty. Of course, she will be more wonderful when she starts sleeping through the night."
Mr. Anderson laughed, "You have a little ways to go before that happens. It was almost seven months before my wife, and I slept through the night after my little Harper was born. My son Logan started sleeping through the night after only four months. Oh, and this is Brian. He is an FSB student spending a few days with me, so he can learn about the law."
"Welcome Brian, I am sure you will learn a lot from Mr. Anderson. He helped me out when my husband got hurt on the job, and the company didn't want to pay." She giggled, "After he was done with them, boy did they pay." She looked back at Mr. Anderson, "It looks like you have work to do, so I will put you in the meeting room so that you will have privacy."
The restaurant was not very busy and there were a lot of empty tables, but we went through some doors to a walled off dining room I assumed they used for parties. She guided us to a table in the corner. We sat down and she gave us each a menu and asked us what we wanted to drink. We both chose iced tea and she left.
We went over the notes I had taken, and he took his time, answering most of my question. On some of them he would ask me what I thought, and I would tell him. One of the things he was trying to teach me was that the law in most cases was just common sense, "However, that only works if you are dealing with people who actually have common sense. Too many people try to manipulate the law for their own gain. This overrides their common sense and that is when the law fails."
The waiter came a took our orders. I just ordered a wedge salad because I was liking losing weight and didn't want to gain back everything that I lost. Mr. Anderson ordered a steak with a shrimp bowl on the side. We went back to work and on some of my questions he would show me how to look them up in the law book. I was having a great time, it was like doing a puzzle, where once you found one piece, that piece would lead you to the next piece.
Once lunch arrived we put everything away and ate lunch. His steak looked good, but I was really enjoying my salad. He got me to try some shrimp which I have never had before. It was delicious, and we ended up splitting the bowl.
Once lunch was over he got real serious, "Brian, there are two things that I have to make clear to you before we go any further. The first is that you will have no control over the outcome of this case."
I was a little confused, "I am not sure what you mean."
He took a deep breath, and I could tell he was looking for the right words. "You are here for observation only. In other words, I want you to ask me questions so that you can better understand what is going on. However, the outcome of this case, whether Jamie is proven innocent or guilty is completely on me, you will not have any control over that. I tell you this, because if we lose and Jamie is sentenced, I can't have you thinking you did something or should have done something to change this outcome."
"I don't understand, with everything that we have gone over, how can he be found guilty?"
"When I talked to Mr. Walters this morning, he told me about how he put this whole thing into a math equation to help you understand what would be happening here."
I nodded my head, "I was not going to come with you, but Pa helped me understand some of what is happening here."
"I know, but he also talked about variables, right?"
"Yes Sir."
"So, this case is being heard by a jury and that is the biggest variable to this case."
"Why?"
"A defendant, in this case Jamie, has the right for his case to be heard by a jury of his peers. This is where I have to fight my hardest when I pick a jury for defendants like Jamie."
"Why do you have to work harder for people like Jamie? I know you are trying to lead me somewhere, but I am not seeing it yet."
"Here is where I am trying to lead you. Let's forget Jamie for a second. Think of your own life and tell me who your peers are."
I thought about it for a second, "I guess that would be Timmy and Owen, oh, and I guess even though he is older, maybe Tyler."
"That is correct, those are your peers. However, the law in most states have a requirement that the minimum age of a juror be eighteen. In the end, someone like Jamie can't be judged by a jury of his peers, because his peers are too young to serve. This is a big problem for me because the jurors that have been chosen, watch the news. They see young people causing trouble every day, so I have to try to find jurors that can forget about that and see only this case. However, the prosecutor wants to find jurors that see just this opposite."
"That's not fair. He should only be judged for what "he" did, not what others have done." I said a little angrier than I had meant to.
"You are right, it is not fair. The idea behind our laws, it that justice is blind, and everyone should be treated the same under them, and that is not always the case. Our laws are not always correct, but it is the best we have for now so we have to do what we can to balance the scales."
"You said there were two things to wanted me to know."
"Yes, you are right. Now what I am about to tell you, will require a boy like you to fight his instincts. When you meet Jamie, you will like him from the start, he is just that kind of kid. You can tell him things like, `We are going to do everything we can to clear you', or `I believe you are innocent', but you must never, and I mean never make any promises."
"I don't get it."
"This whole thing is very hard on Jamie and he is working very hard to not show his parents how scared he is. He needs people in his corner who believe he is innocent. More than anything, he wants someone to promise him that he won't go to jail. He needs that more than anything right now, but it is a promise I nor you can make. If we make that promise and he loses, he will be destroyed, and it could break him. Say anything else you feel will help but do not make a promise that you may not be able to keep."
We headed over to the clients house. It was a nice two-story house that was attached to another one right next to it. Mr. Anderson called it a duplex. We knocked on the door and a woman I guess in her thirties opened it. She was pretty but looked so worn out. I guess that makes sense if you think your kid may go to jail next week.
She guided us into the living room. It was nice, but the furniture was kinda worn out. We were introduced to Mr. Walton, and then to Jamie. He is tall, like five foot nine inches or so. He has straight black hair that hangs a little over his eyes and just above his collar. He has brown eyes and is heavy set maybe 190 or so.
We all sit down, and Mr. Anderson introduces me and tells them about how I came to be at FSB. Not the sex part, but the grade manipulation in my old school and where I am at in my academics. Then we talk about the case and how tomorrow is going to go. I ask Jamie, "We got here early because Mr. Anderson said that you have a job, what do you do?"
"I guess it is not really a job, because I don't get paid, but that is ok, because I get to help a lot of people. Three days a week, I help out at the churches soup kitchen. We feed homeless and people who don't have enough money to pay the rent and eat, so this way they don't have to choose one. We make sure that they can at least have one good meal a day."
"Wow, that is cool. My dad is a minister, and he would open the church up on cold nights to the homeless. Me, mon, dad, and my brother Donny all worked to help. I am not religious at all, but I like to help."
Mr. Walton laughed, "How do you have a minister for a father and not be religious?"
"I can't really talk about it, because it makes people mad."
Jamie says, "Oh, I have to hear this."
I look to Mr. Anderson for help, but he just smiles and nods. "Well to me, I find religion too fake. It is a person's way of forgiving themselves for what they are doing wrong the other six days of the week."
Jamie looks mad, "So you think that what I do in my job is fake."
"No, not at all. I think that what you are doing to help others is awesome. However, that is not religion, that is the fact that you are a good person who wants to help others where you can. That is you being selfless and giving of yourself to help your fellow man. The church just gives you a place to do what you in your heart feels like the right thing to do. You just need to understand, that I am not saying that what you believe is wrong or stupid. I am just saying that I don't share your beliefs. I do respect your right to have them, and I would never disrespect anyone over them."
He smiled, "I know, don't panic I was just messing with you. Now I have to go if I am going to catch the bus."
I looked from Mr. Anderson to Jamie, "Do you think it would be ok if I went with you? I would really like to see what you do."
He looked surprised, "Sure, we can always use more help."
I looked at Mr. Anderson, "Is it ok?"
"Sure, I have a few things to do, but I don't want you taking the bus home, I will pick you both up. Jamie, what time are you usually done?"
"We usually finish up about six thirty."
"Ok, you get a move on and I will see you at six thirty. Jamie, he does not know this town, so please don't lose him."
"I won't, I promise."
Mr. Anderson pulled out his wallet and gave me a five and five ones. "This should cover the bus and something to drink for both of you if you want to grab something."
With that we were out the door. As we waited at the bus stop Jamie said, "Thanks for coming to help me, can I tell you something that you can't tell anyone."
"Of course, Mr. Anderson said that I can't tell anyone about what we talk about."
I looked up at him and could see tears forming in his eyes. "I am so scared. I have never been in trouble before. Mr. Anderson says that we have a good case, but this could be the last Sunday that I get to come here. At night I lay in bed face down with my face buried in one pillow, holding another one over my head so my parents don't hear me crying. I am fifteen years old, and I am crying myself to sleep like a baby."
"I am not sure what to say Jamie, or if I should say anything. I can't tell you I know how you feel because I have never gone through what you are going through. If I can give you an opinion," He nodded, "I think you are silly hiding it from your parents. I have to imagine that they are going through the same thing. You are afraid of going to jail, and they are afraid of losing you. I think you need to get all the hugs, kisses, and support you can. Mr. Anderson feels pretty strong about your case, but it is up to the jury if you get to go home after this."
He didn't say anything else and the bus came. We got on the bus and rode for about twenty-five minutes before Jamie stood and I followed him off the bus. We went around back of the church. I was surprised how the other volunteers looked relieved that Jamie had arrived. At first I thought that they were worried that he would not show because of court tomorrow, I was wrong.
He put on a white uniform top and an apron. He got me dressed and we went further into the kitchen. All of a sudden Jamie went from the sad boy that I traveled here with to... I guess you would say the head chef running the kitchen. He got everyone doing their jobs and he showed me to this barrel looking thing. He pulled this step up to it and a cart loaded with potatoes. He showed me how to put ten potatoes in the machine, close the lid, and push the start button. It kinda sounded like a cross between a washing machine on the spin cycle and a dryer with tennis shoes in it. When the machine stopped we opened the lid and pulled out peeled potatoes, I couldn't believe it.
He smiled at me, "Take the potatoes and drop them into this pot of water." Right next to the peeler was a huge pot. "Be careful the water is hot. When you get all the potatoes peeled, hit this button here and it will start the pot to boil. When that is done come get me or one of the adults."
Over the next twenty minutes I peeled all the potatoes and hit the button. I found Jamie and he gave me another job. An hour later we had everything set up and were getting ready to serve. The doors opened and the crowd lined up to be served. I was filling up cups with water, milk, or juice and giving it out. I kept looking down at Jamie and he was amazing. It was like he knew everyone's name and they all knew him.
We had everything cleaned up and shut down by six thirty. We only worried about the back. The people that came to eat cleaned the front and even took out the trash. I have never seen anything like it. Mr. Anderson was waiting outside when we came out. Jamie got in the front and he and Mr. Anderson talked a little about tomorrow. The Jamie in the white coat was gone and the one I traveled with on the bus was back.
We dropped Jamie off at home and I moved to the front seat. "So, how did it go?"
"I couldn't believe it, I thought he just helped there, but he runs the place. Everyone waited for him to tell them what to do. I am not sure how they will run it if he doesn't get to come back." We talked all about what I saw and how Jamie handled it." We stopped in front of this house and parked. "Aren't we going to the hotel?"
"I guess you could say this is it. We are staying with a friend and his family while we are here." We got our suitcases and walked into the open garage. Mr. Anderson pushed the door button and the door closed. As we approached the door to the house, I noticed some chairs by the door. I looked up to Mr. Anderson, "This is a Crossman house, so give me your bags and bring your clothes into the house with you." With that said he walked right into the house.
I sat down on the chairs and nervously started removing my shoes. I was feeling the start of a panic attack when the door opened and outran two naked kids all excited. "Hi, you are Brian, we have been waiting for you all day."
I could not help but giggle. "Yes I am Brian, but who are you?"
"I am Jenifer, and I am five."
"I am Cameron, and I am six."
My panic attack was gone as they talked about nothing. I was enjoying it so much. Once I finished undressing I followed the cute little motor mouths into the house. I sat with Mr. Anderson as Mr. and Mrs. Palmer asked me a lot of questions about myself and the School.
Little Cameron chimed in with, "I turn seven next year and I get to go to FSB too."
"Well when you get there, you look for me and I will introduce you to everyone."
He got so excited that he started bouncing around, "Really! Are you going to be my brother?"
"We already are. We are Crossman, so we must be brothers."
Jennifer looked like she was about to cry, "Jenifer, what's wrong?"
"I don't get to go to FSB because I am a girl. It isn't fair, I want you to be my brother too."
I got down on the floor and crawled over to her, "You are also a Crossman, so I already am your brother. Can I have a hug?"
She got a big smile on her face and jumped into my arms for a hug. Mrs. Palmer said, "Ok you two, it is time for bed let's go."
At the same time they both said, "Aw mom, do we have to."
"Yes you have to, let's go."
They gave out their hugs and kisses and headed off to bed. Mr. Palmer asked, "Brian, I noticed you don't have any balls, do you mind if I ask what happened?" I explained about the birth defect and the pain I was in, and then how I got the mumps and that finished them off. "Are you ok without having any balls? Are you going to get the shots?"
"I am ok with it; I was never planning to have any kids anyway. As for the shots, I don't think I want them. I probably won't have a choice though."
"Why is that?"
"When my parents get back, I am sure my dad will make me."
"When will they be back?"
"In nineteen long months. I am not sure how they will handle the whole Crossman thing, but I miss them and my brother so much."
Mr. Anderson interrupted the conversation, "I think we can talk more about this tomorrow. We need to take showers and get to bed. We have a big day tomorrow."
"Of course you do. Your room has an attached bathroom and there is a hose for cunt cleaning, as well as cunt plugs and lube." Said Mr. Palmer.
"Thank you so much for your hospitality Mike."
"Anytime Jake. I hope I get to spend a little time with this cutie while you are here."
"Of course you will, and you know much I like the way Cameron takes care of my cock."
I collect my clothes and Mr. Anderson guides me to the room we will me using. He sits on the bed and takes off his clothes while I take my suit out of the suit bag and hang it in the closet. Pa was right, the suit didn't get wrinkled at all. My dress pants did though. "Do you think they have an iron that I can use on these? I will wear my suit pants tomorrow and they seem ok, but I will have to iron these for Tuesday."
He stood there naked with a hard cock pointing at me. "We will ask about it in the morning and do that tomorrow night before bed."
He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me into the bathroom. It wasn't big and has a tub instead of a shower. Mr. Anderson had me get in the tub and lean over the side with my head and hands outside the tub. He turned on the hose and got the temperature right, put some lube around and in my cunt. He inserted the nozzle which I figure was put on for me, I can't see Cameron or Jenifer using one that big. Once he has it in me he turns the handle on the wall to soap, and slowly starts filling me up.
Because I am on my hands and knees my stomach is just above the side of the tub and Mr. Anderson puts his hand there so he can tell when I am getting full. It starts to hurt about the same time my belly touches his hand. He stops the water and we just talk for a bit. "Sir, if you want I can suck on you while we wait."
"Thank you for the offer. It has been a long time since I was a boy and servicing men, but I do remember the stuff I liked and didn't like. You see Brian, like a lot of Crossman boys I always knew I was straight. I never hated serving men, because that was the only way for a Crossman boy to get off, and that is what we were required to do when you are a young Crossman. Out of everything that we had to do though, the thing that I hated most was having to service a dirty, sweaty cock. It was the only time I ever thought of saying no. We have been in the car all day and sitting around, I know my crotch stinks and I would never allow a boy or girl to suck it while it stinks. You will suck it when it is clean though." He smiles and ruffles my hair.
Ruffling my hair does not bother me as much as it used to when it was all scruffy. Luckily, Pa took me over to see Bill's mom last weekend so I could get it cut again. After five washouts I was clean and we both got in the shower. He washed my hair as well as the rest of me, then I got to wash him. When I finished washing his cock and balls he turned around to rinse off. When he turned back, I attacked his crotch. I started with licking his balls for a while, then moved on to his cock. I liked the feel of it as it entered my throat, he pulled back and I got to taste some more of his yummy pre. After a few minutes he pushed me off of his cock, rinsed us both off, dried us, and guided me to the bed.
I knew what was coming and got into mounting position. He lubed me up, then I heard him lubing his cock. I felt him put his cock up against my cunt, I grabbed a pillow to put my face into, and then he pushed. I screamed into the pillow as he pushed just the head of his cock in me. I love getting mounted, but it always hurts going in. Once the head was in he stopped and gave me a chance to get used to it. Once I relaxed a little he started pushing more in. It didn't really hurt anymore... Well maybe a dull throbbing pain, but it was all worth it when I felt his pubic hair against my butt.
Again he held still for a moment before he started pulling back out. He stopped when just the head was in me and pushed back in. He did this about six or seven times then he pulled all the way out. I looked back at him. "Brian, lay down flat in the center of the bed." I crawled to the center and laid down flat. He pushed my legs apart and got between them, then grabbed my hips and lifted me a little bit. Once I was in the position he wanted, he lined his cock up to my cunt and pushed back in. Once he was all the way in, he pushed me flat again. He started pistoning into me and it sure didn't take me long to feel the tingles start.
He laid almost flat on me pounding my cunt hard while kissing my neck and licking my ears. That did it, I buried my face in the pillow again as my orgasm overtook me. He was not ready to stop yet, and a minute or so later, the tingles were starting again. This time as my orgasm hit me, I could feel his start too and the warmth of his cum in my cunt felt awesome. Once we both recovered he turned us, so I was laying in front of him with his cock still in my cunt.
That was the last thing I remembered. I woke up wrapped in his arms with his cock still in my cunt. That is when he started moving in me again. I got two more orgasms before he had his and we got up to start the day. We went into the shower and this time he stuck the hose in me while I was standing up. "Hey, what's the big deal? You are going to wash all of your seed out of me."
He laughed, "I know, but you have to wear pants today, and we can't have everything leaking out of you while you are in court."
"Fine, but it's not right. I worked hard for that."
He laughed and really just rinsed me out in the shower. Nothing really came out except cum and water. He push my shoulders down and I took him in my mouth. He started peeing, but would not let me control the flow, so it started leaking out of my mouth. All of a sudden he took a step back and started peeing all over me. I kept trying to get it back in my mouth, but he put his hands on his hip and kept moving his cock back and forth across my face till he quit peeing. I tried to look mad but couldn't keep from giggling.
We finished washing up and went to the kitchen naked where Mrs. Palmer has coffee for Mr. Anderson and orange juice for me. Then she filled our plates with scrambled eggs, bacon, hash brown potatoes, and toast. It was really good. I went into the living room and found Cameron and Jenifer dressed and waiting for their dad to take them to day care. I got my morning hugs and kisses as they were heading out the door.
Mr. Anderson and I headed back to the bedroom where we brushed our teeth and he laid out our suits. He got dressed and then helped me. I have worn a suit many times, but this was the first time the tie was not clip on. He stood behind me and worked the knot and I have got to say it looked cool the way he did it. He took me back into the bathroom and helped me with my hair, then back into the bedroom for shoes and jacket. We stood in front of the mirror and I could not believe how good I looked. My stomach was not flat, but it was definitely smaller then it was last time I wore a suit. I think it was also the suit, Ma had everything measured at the store right down to the length of the shirt sleeves. The suit I brought from home was just what was on the rack at the JCP. I miss shopping with my mom, even though I complained. I miss her a lot.
He gave me my suit hanger and grabbed his briefcase, and we were out the door. "Why did we bring hangers?"
He said, "Go to the back door on your side of the car and open it." I did what he said while he did the same thing on his side of the car. "Now, find the hook above the door like this." He showed me on his side of the car. When I found it, "Good, now lay the hanger on the seat and take off your jacket." I did was I was told and followed his lead by putting my jacket on the hanger and hooking the hanger on the hook above the door frame. We closed the back doors, got in the front seats, and put on our seatbelts. "You see Brian, if you wear your jacket in the car, it will get wrinkled and not look good. When we get out, the back of our shirts will be a little wrinkled, but that will be hidden under our jackets.
"Cool." I wondered why dad never said anything about it. I guess maybe he would have if we drove to church. I mean we only lived the next block over and we walked, so we wore our jackets over.
We got to the courthouse where I followed Mr. Anderson to the courtroom. When we entered we were the only ones there, "Here we are Brian, this will be where we will spend the next two or three days. This area over here is where the jury sits, it's called the Jury box. Our Jury is made up of five men and seven women." He then pointed to the two tables up front, "This one on the right or to the left of the judge is for the prosecutor, and the other table is for us."
"I don't think I will like the prosecutor he sounds mean."
"No Brian, that is not the way to look at this at all. His name is Juan Morales, he is a good man and a great lawyer. His job is to protect the people of this county by putting the bad guys in prison in order to protect the people he serves."
"But Jamie didn't do anything wrong."
"That is true, and that is why he has us on his side. Mr. Morales will tell his side of what happened that day, then we will have the chance to tell our side. He will tell the Judge and Jury why he thinks that Jamie was involved in this robbery were someone got hurt, and then I will have the chance to tell the Jury why he is wrong. Remember when Tyler stood up for you against the Headmaster and Mr. Donahue?"
"You know about that?"
He nodded, "I was there that night. I also know about you storming into the Headmasters office to defend Tyler from the punishment that was coming."
"I know I was wrong for doing it, Tyler was real mad at me for it. It just didn't seem fair for him to be punished for something I did."
"Yes, I understand that, but the Headmaster had to judge Tyler according to the rules set forth by the Crossman, just the way Mr. Morales is doing with the rules set forth by the county. My job is to tell Mr. Morales, the judge, and the jury why this is not right, just like you did that day."
We sat down at the table on our side and he pulled out the file, the law book, some legal pads, and some pens. Just then the doors behind us opened and Jamie walked in with his parents. His parents took seats right behind us and Jamie took the chair between me and Mr. Anderson. "Listen up boys, this is very important. Here is a legal pad for each of you, if you have a question, or hear something that does not sound right, I need you to write it down. At no time are you to respond to anyone but me and the Judge. Jamie, it is really important that you do not respond to anything you hear today. Many things you hear won't be true, but you can't react. If the Jury sees you getting upset, they may take it the wrong way and that could be bad for you. Just write it down."
I could not believe what I was hearing, "But if they are lying, shouldn't Jamie tell them to stop?"
"No, that is my job. If they are lying, trust me I will catch them in it. As for you Brian, you have to promise me that you will stay seated and not say a word unless the Judge asks you a question."
"I promise, but why would he ask me anything?"
"I don't know that he will, but it is his courtroom, so he can if he feels like it."
Over the next fifteen minutes Mr. Anderson went over everything with Jamie and answered his parents questions. I noticed a lady come from a door on the side and set up a strange looking typewriter. The paper she loaded into it was only about half as wide as regular paper and looked like it was one long sheet. The typewriter looked weird to because it didn't have very many keys on it as I am used to. Then from another door a policeman came in and stood beside the Judges bench. Another lady came out from a door behind the bench and put files on the top of what I would say was a really tall desk. Across from us a man and a woman started pulling files and books from a case like Mr. Anderson had.
He stepped over to Mr. Anderson holding out his hand, "Jake, it is wonderful to see you again."
Mr. Anderson took his hand and said, "Juan, nice to see you again as well. You ready to dismiss this, so that we can all go home?"
He laughed, "No, but I am willing to give you one more chance at the deal I offered."
"Sorry old friend, but my client is not willing to serve time for something he didn't do."
"Then I guess we have a trial to get to."
He turned and walked back to his seat just as the Police Officer (who I found out was called a Bailiff) said, "All rise, the Honorable Judge Patrick Blackwell presiding, speak and you shall be heard."
We all stood up and the door behind the bench opened. A man who looked to be in his forties with blond hair, wire rimmed glasses, a mustache, and a nice smile came and sat down in the chair. I could not help but be in awe of the black flowing robe, the confidence, and the power I saw in this man, "You may be seated. This is case APC257/112019 The case of the People V. James Paul Walton Jr, Armed Robbery and Assault. Please introduce yourselves."
Both lawyers stood, "Juan Morales for the plaintiff Your Honor." "Jacob Anderson for the Defense Your Honor." Both lawyers sat down.
"Mr. Anderson, how many boys are you defending in this case?' He asked with a smile.
Mr. Anderson stood and with a chuckle, "Only one Your Honor. Sitting next to me is Jamie Walton and he is the defendant, next to him is Brian Burke."
"What part does Mr. Burke play in this case?"
"None whatsoever Your Honor. He is part of a mentoring program I am involved with that puts young people in the courtroom to see how the law works and if it might be something that they are interested in for the future."
Mr. Morales stood, "Your Honor, I must object to this child being at the table. If he is there, I should be able to call him as a witness in this case."
"Your Honor, I cannot allow that as he is part of my legal team and therefore falls under attorney client privilege."
Both attorneys sit as I am starting to feel a panic attack coming on and gets worse when I hear the Judge say, "Mr. Burke please stand." On shaking legs and using the table I stand, "Mr. Burke, are you part of this legal team?"
"Y...Y...Yes Sir, I mean Your Honor."
"Good enough for me. However, you are to observe only, no talking and for god sake, no objecting."
Everyone starts laughing, I am so confused. I am having a hard time breathing and not sure what is happening until I feel Mr. Anderson come up behind me and help me into my chair. Then he starts whispering in my ear, "Breath Brian, in and out, in and out."
When my breathing gets back under control I notice the Judge looking at me with concern, "Young man, are you ok?"
"Yes Your Honor."
Mr. Anderson is still holding me and whispering in my ear, "I am sorry Brian, I should not have put you through it. We were just messing with you. Are you ok?"
"Yes Sir, I am fine." It was a lie, but I wanted to stop everyone from staring at me. My chest was hurting, and I now had a headache. My stomach was turning, and I was worried about throwing up.
Jamie grabbed my hand, leaned in, and said, "That was not cool at all, but don't worry I got you."
He had a big smile on his face. Imagine that, here he is fighting for his future, and he is supporting me. "Thanks Jamie."
"All rise." The bailiff called out as the jury entered. I watched as fourteen people walked out of the door beside the jury box. I was confused when I counted fourteen when there should have only been twelve. The two jurors that came out first walked through the jury box and took seats on the side of it, and the other twelve took their seats. I found out later that the two extra Jurors were called alternates, they are there in case something happens to one of the other Jurors. The bailiff said, "Be seated."
The Judge repeated, "This is case APC257/112019 The case of the People V. James Paul Walton Jr, Armed Robbery and Assault. Mr. Morales, please proceed with your opening statements."
Mr. Morales stood and told the jury how Jamie was the lookout for the rest of his gang as they attempted to rob the Bedford Jewelry Exchange. He went into dates and the evidence that they had. He talked for about fifteen minutes, all I can say is that if that would have been the whole court case, and I was on the Jury I would have convicted him. Mr. Anderson didn't lie he is really good. If he was a teacher, I would take his class.
Once Mr. Morales was finished and sat down, Mr. Anderson stood. "Ladies and gentlemen, I want to start with an apology. You see, this case is a total waste of everyone's time and should never have gotten this far. I will admit that at first glance everything that Mr. Morales said would convince even me that my client was guilty. The problem is that is where the investigation stopped. You see, somehow Jamie's name got leaked to the media, even though in any case involving a child, that name is never, and I mean never released to anyone outside the investigation."
He stops and comes back to the table and points at Jamie, "This young man is only fifteen years old, a minor under the law. So, this is where all the problems start. You see, now they have to prosecute this child to save face. Had they furthered their investigation, they would have found that my client works right around the corner and cuts through that alley on the way to the bus stop. There, he catches the bus home every time he finishes work. Now I can go on with all the flaws in this case, but as angry as you will be at the end when you realize how much of your time was wasted here for no good reason, I don't want to make it any longer by telling you now and showing you later. When this is over and you find my client not guilty, you can express you anger to the DA's office if you wish. Thank you."
The Judge said, "Thank you for your opening statements. Mr. Morales, call your first witness."
Over the next two hours I watched as Mr. Morales questioned two witnesses and Mr. Anderson made their answers look untrustworthy. After Mr. Anderson was done with the second witness it was about eleven thirty and the Judge called lunch telling everyone to be back by one o'clock.
The five of us went into a conference room to talk. Mr. Anderson said, "Ok, now is the time to ask any questions you have about the case so far. Once we leave here no talking about the case, we are going to relax and have a nice lunch."
While everyone talked and asked questions, I was lost in thought. I came out of it when Mr. Walton was shaking his hand in front of my face, "Earth to Brian, come in Brian."
I shook my head, "Sorry, I didn't hear what you said."
Everyone laughed and Mr. Anderson asked, "What's going on inside your head?"
"Well, I am just so confused."
"Remember Brian, that is why you are here. Ask questions, what are you confused about?"
I don't understand how the police missed what was so obvious on the tape."
"What did you see?"
"The policeman said that the tape shows how Jamie was the lookout for the gang, but that makes no sense."
Jamie looked at me, "Why do you say that Brian?"
"Well, if you were the lookout you sucked at it. The video shows you walking down the alley looking at your phone. I mean you never look up. I guess that makes sense since you walk down that alley three times a week. In the video you are looking at your phone and actually step to the left to miss a hole in the ground. How would you know about the hole unless you had been down that alley like a hundred times?"
Mr. Anderson opens his briefcase and pulls out his iPad. He loads up the video and hits play. Sure enough Jamie never looks up to see the hole. "Jamie, how did you know about the hole?"
"Sometimes when I am watching one of the gamers I like on my phone, I don't see what's around me. About six months ago or so, I was lost in my phone and stepped in the hole. I fell peeling the skin off my knees and shins and I also broke my phone. Let me tell you, I learned from that and stepped around the hole from then on. I had to mow a bunch of lawns over the summer to buy a new phone."
Mrs. Walton said, "When he got home we had to run him to the emergency room to get some of the rocks out of his skin."
Mr. Anderson smiled, "Brian, I am so proud of you. I have been looking at that video for months now and never noticed it."
I can't deny feeling a real sense of gratification having Mr. Anderson be proud of me. I have only known him a day, but his opinion of me matters a lot. Also knowing that I saw something that no one else noticed. "Will that help Jamie?"
"I am afraid not. They will just argue that he knew about it because he was casing the place. They will also argue that he was not really looking at his phone." Then he looked at me with a serious expression, "Don't let that discourage you Brian. Keep paying attention and let me know if you see anything else. The only question I have for you, is why didn't you write it down as soon as you saw it? It is hard to go back after things once the witness has been dismissed. If you see something else, write it down so I can get it right away.
"I am sorry, I will do better next time."
Jamie put his hand around my shoulders, "Thanks Brian. You don't know how much it has helped me have you there with me."
We went to the deli around the corner for lunch and talked about anything but the case. It was really nice to spend time with them and we enjoyed each other's company. We were back in the courtroom and promptly at one o'clock the Judge called the court back to order. The Jury was brough back in and Mr. Morales called his next witness.
"We would like to call Detective Brice Holiday to the stand." A serious looking man stood and walked to the witness box. The Bailiff swore him in, and he took the stand. Mr. Morales asked him all about the investigation and how he found Jamie to be part of it. He went into all the evidence and how it was collected. It took almost two hours and I could tell the Jury was almost as bored as I was. When Mr. Morales was finished it was Mr. Andersons turn.
"Detective, I only have a few more questions for you. You told us all about your investigation, and all of the evidence you collected, in fact, you went into great detail about it. The only issue I am having, and maybe I missed something in all that technical jargon you were using, but if I am correct the only thing you have proving that my client was involved was the testimony of another young man that you actually caught in the store. Is that correct?"
"Yes, I was told by the other boy that James was involved. However, we also have the video showing James being the lookout for the gang inside."
"Yes the video of course." Mr. Anderson picked up the remote control off of the prosecutions table and hit play. "You are referring to this video?"
"Yes that is the one."
"You know, it was pointed out to me today, that if James is the lookout, he sucks at it. If you look closely, you will see that he never looks up from his phone the whole time he is in camera range."
I was kind of excited that he used what I told him.
"We believe that he did that on purpose so that it would look like he was not involved."
"That makes sense. During your investigation, you said that the other boy in this case, the one that was caught inside told you who planned out this robbery, right?"
"Yes we were told that James was the ringleader and planned out the whole thing."
"Are you aware that my client lives over ten miles away from the crime scene?"
"Yes, I am aware."
"I am just having a hard time understanding why my client, the "ringleader" as you called him would plan something so far from his home."
"He claimed to have a job in that area. We canvassed the area and could not find anyone that said he worked there. Your client refused to tell us where he worked, so he was lying about why he was in the area."
"Any idea why my client would refuse to tell you where he worked?"
"None at all."
"Would you like to know?"
"Objection Your Honor, this is hearsay. This would only be relevant if the plaintiff were on the stand." Said Mr. Morales.
"Before the Judge could say a word Mr. Anderson says, "He is right Your Honor, I withdraw the question. Detective, did you ever say to my client that you would be questioning the people who would lie about employing my client and then arrest them as well?"
"Sure. I of course, would question anyone who claimed to be his employer and I would arrest them if they lied about it."
"Of course you would. When you pulled up my clients criminal record, how many times has my client been convicted of a crime?"
"None that we could find."
"Ok, how many times has my client been arrested, or been a person of interest in a crime?"
"Again, none that we could find."
"But you arrested him based on the word of a boy that you actually caught red handed?"
"Yes, it all fit what we were able to find."
"Interesting. How about the criminal record of the boy that you caught?"
"He has a long history of arrest for robberies and assaults."
"Ok, let's get back to your search for where my client worked. During what hours were you searching for his place of employment?"
"I am not exactly sure, if I were to guess I would say between the hours of nine am and three pm when most business are open."
"Would you be interested in knowing that my clients place of business does not open until five pm and is only open until six pm."
The Detective laughed, "There are no business in that area that are only open for an hour a day."
"Are you aware that there is a soup kitchen in the church on twenty sixth street that is open every day from five to six?"
"Yeah, but what does that have to do with him?" Pointing at Jamie.
"My client works at the soup kitchen at least three days a week while school is in session, and sometime as much as seven days a week during the summer and on holidays."
You could see the color run out of the Detectives face. It took everything I had to keep a straight face and not laugh. The Jury, however, did not keep a straight face. "That can't be true, why would he not just tell us this?"
"Could it be because he is selfless, and would rather face this Judge and Jury rather than allow you to harass the people he cares about? After all, you did tell a scared fifteen-year-old boy that you would call anyone who claimed that he was working for them liars and arrest them."
"It was just to scare him into not bringing other into his mess. If he would have told me the truth, I would have tried to figure out how he planned this whole thing differently. I still believe that he did this."
"And that is the reason we are all here." Mr. Anderson's voice got harder and you could tell he was mad, "Because you are lazy and decided my client was guilty based on a video of a boy walking down an alley, and the testimony of a known criminal that would do anything to reduce the time he will spend in prison."
"I object Your Honor. Mr. Anderson is stating facts not in evidence and badgering the witness."
"Sustained, watch it counselor. Members of the jury should disregard the last statement."
After giving the Detective a very nasty look, "No further questions for this witness."
The next witness up was the boy who was caught in the store. I could tell from the moment he opened his mouth that he was lying, and from the looks of it, so could the Jury. By the time Mr. Anderson was done with him there was no doubt in anyone's mind that this kid had no idea who Jamie was before the robbery. Mr. Anderson found out that the only reason the boy knew his name is because he overheard one of the other Police Officers talking about the boy they picked up, and they even said his name.
Every member of the Jury looked disgusted and that did not go unnoticed by Mr. Morales. The Judge asked, "Any more witnesses Mr. Morales?"
"No Your Honor the plaintiff's rest. However, we would like at this time to inform the court that we will be making a motion to dismiss this case."
"I am going to grant that motion and I will be talking to you and the Sheriff about how this case was handled." Looking in our direction, "As for you, Mr. James Walton Jr, you are free to go with the apologies of this court. It is obvious to anyone who is not looking to cover their butts," Giving a dirty look to Mr. Morales and the Detective, "That you are an outstanding young man. Good luck to you, I think you have a bright future. Now, as for young Mr. Burke, have you learned anything here today."
I stood, "Yes Your Honor, I have learned a lot. I have learned that as long as you have a good lawyer that you can beat a trumped-up charge."
Mr. Anderson said, "Brian, you apologize right now."
The Judge help up his hand, "It saddens me that is what you are taking away with you today. The law is so much more than the injustice you witness today. I sit up on this bench and I see some of the worst that humanity has to offer. Sometime I don't even want to get out of bed in the morning knowing what I will face in my courtroom. Then I remind myself that it is only a small part of what I do. Would you mind if I told you what last Friday was like for me?"
I was confused why he would ask. I was also a bit angry. When the Judge asked me the first question I was mad and now I am not sure what to feel. "Umm sure, I guess so."
"I heard three cases Friday morning. All three were adoption cases. These cases involved five children between them. The youngest of the children was five and the oldest was fourteen. Here is what makes the other days' worth it. It is hard to place a foster child over the age of five as it is, but to have five of these older children find forever homes gives me the most amazing feeling. Mr. Morales made some major mistakes on this case, but it was these two amazing lawyers that helped me get that feeling. They worked together to help those children find the loving parents they needed and become a family."
I was not sure what to say, all I could do is look at the two men that had been at each other all day with surprise. The Judge went on, "The law is not perfect, and god knows it sure makes mistakes, but we all work hard to make sure that justice is served." He looked at the Jury, "These fourteen people right here took time out of their busy schedule to make sure that our form of justice is controlled by the people. None of these people walked in here today with any skin in the game. They could only be swayed be the facts as they were presented. With that said, I want to thank you all for your time, you are dismissed. Court is adjourned." He hit the desk with the hammer, and everyone stood.
The Judge came around the bench and right up to me. I lowered my head and said, "I am sorry for the way I talked to you Sir."
"Did you hear what my Bailiff said first thing this morning?"
"He said a lot of stuff."
"He said, "Speak and you shall be heard." I believe in that, there is a time and place for it, but I want to hear what you have to say. You are the future, and you have to ask questions and feel free to speak and be heard."
The Judge sat and spoke to Jamie, me, and Jamie's parents for about ten minutes while Mr. Anderson and Mr. Morales went over some other cases. I liked the Judge, and he did listen and answer any questions we had. It was almost five when we finally got to the car and headed back to the Palmers place.
By the time I got my clothes off with the help of the little motor mouths, my clothes put in our room, and got to the table, dinner was served. Mrs. Palmer is an incredible cook, and I was stuffed when we finally got up.
We watched a movie and when it was over Mr. Palmer held out his hand to me, "Come on Brian, it is my turn to help you get cleaned up."
We went into the master bath where he had a cunt cleaning table set up. I got on and he cleaned out my cunt while we talked about this and that. "Brian, would it be ok if I spent some time with you tonight?"
"Sure, but you don't have to ask."
"Since you have been a Crossman has anyone had sex with you without asking?"
I thought about that for a second, "I guess not, I mean no one has forced me to do it."
"Of course not. I would be really angry if I found out that someone made my kids have sex. Sex is wonderful, but forced sex is rape, and that is never ok."
We got into the shower and we washed each other. When we were finished I dropped to my knees and started licking his balls and loving the flavor. Even though they were just washed, I could still taste his flavor. After a while doing that I started on his cock. I licked the shaft all over and then went at the ridges of the head, ending up with my tongue in his pee hole. His pre was yummy and when I had enough, I swallowed it and then his whole cock. It felt good in my throat, rubbing back and forth.
He pushed me off his cock and once we were dry he guided me to the bed. I got into the mounting position feeling the coolness of the lube as he pushed some into my cunt and rubbed some around the outside. I felt his cock head against my cunt, grabbed a pillow, and screamed as he entered me. It only hurt for a minute before I felt that wonderful feeling of being full. He went slow till he was buried all the way in and then started going in and out slowly. It was driving me crazy, I wanted him to do it hard. I needed to feel the tingles, then it happened. The tingles were starting even at this slow speed.
He just stayed at a steady pace and before I knew it I was screaming into the pillow again as my orgasm took over. He stopped until I was past it and repositioned me, so I was lying flat on my stomach. Then he started the slow speed again. I admit it was nice, and shortly after he started, the tingles began again. You would think that the second orgasm would not be as strong, but it was even stronger. Again, I screamed into the pillow as my second orgasm took me over.
Again he stopped and waited for me to recover. I realized that he still hadn't cum yet. Once he felt that I was ready, he started again. It started out slow but gained speed as the tingles began. I was not sure how much more I could take. I was so tired, but here were the tingles again. I was moaning as he was pounding into me. My orgasm was starting as I felt him filling me up, this time we both made a lot of noise.
He collapsed on top of me, which made it a little hard to breathe, but I didn't mind. That's when I felt movement on the bed. I forced my eyes open to see a smiling Cameron laying on the bed staring at me. As soon as he opened his mouth to speak I could smell the unmistakable odor of fresh cum on his breath.
"How was it Brian? I have to wait two and a half years before I can get mounted. Did it feel good?"
I could not help but laugh at all the questions he was asking too fast for me to answer. Mr. Palmer pulled out of me with a pop and I watched Cameron give him the cunt plug that he pushed in me. I was just about to turn over to clean Mr. Palmers cock, but Cameron beat me to it.
I left them alone and walked across to where we were sleeping and collapsed on the bed. The next thing I knew Mr. Anderson was waking me up. "Come on sleepy head, it is time to head for home.