Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:02:27 +0000
From: Alain Mahy <amahy1957@gmail.com>
Subject: New Computer 16

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Ricky


	I received a new invitation to be at the courthouse.  At least,
this time, I knew what it was all about.  I had not a clue how justice
works, in a bureaucratic way.  Jason, just like the previous time was with
me.  This time there were about six new people on the bench of the accused.
Once again, I never had met any of them.  The judge called me forward and I
was asked almost the same questions as last time.  The judge nodded and had
like a little smile on his face.  After my testimony, there was a a
conversation between the judge and his colleagues, all with their hands on
the microphones in front of them.  It took them about ten minutes before
they announced that the final judgement would be pronounced on the next
Friday of the following week.  Before leaving the courtroom, the officer
came to tell us that we were not obliged to assist at the final judgement,
but that we were welcome anyway.

	That Friday, Jack and Jason went with me.  As both cases were
directly related, the judge had asked to have all the accused present at
the same time, a grand total of fifteen people.  The judge named them one
by one, asking them to stand up.  Fifteen times in a row the verdict was:
"Guilty" and immediately followed by what the defendants would face as
consequences.  Some were convicted to jail sentence and heavy financial
compensations, other's probation times and a few with just a fine to pay.
The big bomb that fell afterwards was the compensation for moral damages.
It went a good deal over the twenty millions as Isaac had predicted.

	The people who were living in my parent's house were evicted and
had to pay the rent of all the time they had been living there without
paying nothing.
	The insurance company that didn't contact me, were obliged to pay
out the full amount of what my grandmother's house was worth before the
fire plus a fine for unprofessional work.
	The notary lost his license and would never again be able to
exercise his profession.
	The chief of police and various of his officers were obliged to
resign.
	And the list went on and on ...

	When I left the courtroom, I was over twenty millions richer.  The
money was not in my account yet, but the defendants had received 30 days to
do the necessary transfers.  When we arrived home and told Isaac how the
things were, he had a little smile and whispered, almost to himself: "I
told you!".

	It was a victory, yes, but a bitter one.  I could afford to rebuild
my grandmother's house as it was, but it would never smell like her, it
would never have the decoration it had, the constant smell of cinnamon
would never return!  My father had acted badly, but paying the price of his
life was far too high.  My mother would never be normal again and I was
even advised to NOT visit her as her hysteric crisis was still going on
hard.  The police chief and his officers lost their jobs, but what about
their families?  The notary wouldn't be able to do what he had done his
whole life and surely, apart from this one, he had done a good job.  What
was he going to do now?  The people who were living in my parent's house
had almost no time at all to move out and maybe couldn't even afford to pay
any rent somewhere else.  And that was all because of me.

	Isaac finally explained everything to me, from the first piece of
information to the last and the huge corruption that was behind it all.
With all the details he showed me clearly that I had not to feel guilty.  I
was the victim after all.  The people who were implicated had done it by
themselves.  That there would be collateral damages? ... They should have
thought about it before they entered illegality!  In these cases, nobody
gets out unpunished, never!  Most of the convicted people in this case were
not blameless.  What they had done to me, they had done to other people as
well.  Isaac told me it was a huge network of corruption and that it was
time there would come an end to it.  What he had done was not only for me
but for quite some more people.

	For the first time, Isaac told me his past and what kind of work he
had done, the money he had been paid, the twelve years of total celibacy.
He showed me a total trust with his life and what had occurred in it.  I
felt honored to receive such a proof of trust.  He also told me to ask a
week vacation at my work as he was taking me to the Cayman Islands to
invest my money.  He would introduce me to Joe who would take good care of
my money... if I wanted.  I had everything I wanted.  I didn't need
anything!  It was not because suddenly I had more than twenty millions,
that I was going to change anything in my life.  Isaac's idea to invest it
was good.  Maybe later I would be in need, but I wasn't now.  I wouldn't
even quit my job, even if I could afford it.

	Moreover, working with Dr.Thomas was more than what I had hoped
for.  Not only was he an excellent doctor, he was also a very good human
being, showing a lot of respect for the people who worked for and with him.
He had an extraordinary memory for names and knew all the nurses by their
first name.  Not only that, he also showed respect for the cleaning ladies,
the laundry girls and guys, the kitchen personnel.  He showed so much
compassion for the patients and their families.  He was so humble!  I knew
I could learn a lot from this man and not only on a professional basis.  I
had made an excellent choice going from ER to ICU.  He taught me that being
a nurse was not only measuring blood pressure or putting bandages on
wounds.  He so much insisted on giving people positive energy whenever
possible.  He knew why he sent people to Angelica.  I knew it as well.  I
had experienced it directly when Isaac was in a critical phase.  I admired
Dr.Thomas.

	He was also a firm believer that everyone and everything was
energy. When he talked to someone he always touched the person he was
talking to, physically.  He had his hand on their shoulder or on their arms
or held their hands in his.  He looked the people straight in the eyes and
that inspired confidence and trust.  The ICU of our hospital was known much
further than just our island.  We had often doctors or nurses coming from
other hospitals coming over to learn the ropes.  They all wanted to stay.
I was so fortunate to be working in ICU with him.

	I went to HR for the week-off as Isaac had asked me.  Unfortunately
they couldn't give it to me.  There were too many people on sick-leave and
others who were taking their annual holiday.  They said I would have to
wait.  When I told Isaac, he was disappointed.  He was looking forward to
have some quality time with me.  What was the use of that power of attorney
I asked him.  He agreed it would solve the problem if I trusted him hundred
percent.

	-Would I have signed that power of attorney if I didn't trust you a
hundred percent?  Isaac, you know what to do and take charge of that money
to my best interest.  Even if I could go with you, you would have to tell
me what to accept and sign.  I don't see why you couldn't go on your own
and take care of things.  You'll show me what you did when you come back.

	He kissed me.

	-You won't regret the trust you put in me!

	While he was away, he called every night and talked to the three of
us.  He updated me with account creations, credit cards and most important,
how the money I received from the court would appear and disappear to
finally land in my account on the Cayman Islands.  It was all legal but
untraceable for the taxman.  Only a small (?) amount would appear in my
account I used daily.

	Finally, I sold my parent's house and the ground where my
grandmother's house used to be.  I had no emotional attachment to either of
them.  With the sale of these, I bought a piece of land next to the house
we were living in.  It would be a good investment and it would certainly
avoid that someone else would buy it and build a house too close to ours.
We enjoyed our privacy and wanted to keep it that way.  We certainly didn't
want some nosey neighbors, trying to look over a fence to see what we were
doing.  But what would they see?

	For most of them they would see four men interacting sexually.  It
would be a live porno-show!  And that was exactly what we wanted to avoid.

	Our lovemaking was everything except porno.  Their was no
animalistic instinct involved.  Yes, we had hard-ons that disappeared in
mouths and asses.  Yes, there was a lot of body-fluids exchange, but when
we made love, it was a physical expression of what we felt in our hearts.
These were the exchanges we wanted, not that much the body-fluids.  When we
kissed, it was not dueling tongues in our mouths, it was dancing tongues.
When having a manhood in our mouth, it was with the intention of giving
pleasure and have these sensations travel through our whole bodies.  When
penetrating a private entrance it was to deposit our semen that fueled the
fact that we belonged to each other.  No, it was not ordinary sex ... it
was LOVEmaking in its purest form.

	We were happy together.  We didn't ask for more.


The End


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