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Trying the Teacher
by Varkel
February, 2006


Part 3

"Jesus, I need a smoke!"  Edgar Chalmers exclaimed as a bailiff closed
the door behind the twelve jurors.  They found themselves in a 
moderate-sized room with just enough space for a single long table and a
dozen straight, unpadded chairs, all of polished oak.  The windowless 
walls were painted institutional green.  A large portrait of the state 
governor, face wreathed in his trademark fatuous smile, hung on the far
wall.

"Me too," Jed Soros remarked behind him.

"No smoking in here." Sabitha Jones said stridently.  "It's against the
law."

"Damn it, they can't keep us cooped up all day without a smoke!" Edgar 
amplified.  "I'll go crazy."

Sabitha, a thin, long faced woman with gray temples, sniffed in 
derision.  "They shouldn't let smokers be on juries."  She sniffed 
again.  "Or do anything else in public."

"Oh, shit.  I can see we're in for a fun time."

"Look here," said Jed, a husky thirtyish type in a cardigan sweater.  He
pointed to a grille set low in a far corner.  "That's a cold air 
return."

"So what?" asked Edgar.

"And the fan's going."  Jed pulled a chair beside the grille.  Grinning
at the others, he shook a cigarette from his pack, lit it and blew out a
large puff of smoke that promptly vanished into the grille.  "That's 
what," he said smugly.

"Hey, good work!" cried Edgar, dragging forth his own chair and likewise
lighting up.

Sabitha scowled.  "That only means somebody else is put at risk."

Edgar, balding, skinny, 45 and puffing smoke, glared at her.  "You gonna
turn us in?"

Sabitha faced away from him.

"Anyone else opposed?" Jed asked.

"Indulge your filthy habit," Creighton Malmo groused.  "I gave it up 
years ago.  You should try."

Edgar and Jed were soon joined by an obese woman of indeterminate age.
The two men nodded in response to her shy smile.  They all smoked and 
diligently blew the fumes toward the grille as the other jurors 
assembled around the long table.

Creighton, the only man wearing a business suit, declared, "We have to 
elect a foreman.  First I suggest we introduce ourselves.  I'm Creighton
Malmo."

The fat female smoker gave her name as Bertha Halston.  While the name 
announcements proceeded she smirked and murmured to her two 
coconspirators, "That testimony was something else, wasn't it!  I 
could've been tempted by that pretty boy!"

Jed shook his head.  "I found it disappointing.  I mean, I thought it'd
be more like watching a porno flick."

"Yeah," Edgar agreed.  "We heard a lot of legal talk, but not many 
specifics about the purported action."

Bertha asked, "Do you believe the defendant, you know, really sucked on
... on the boy's, ah ..."

"Cock?" suggested Jed.

She blushed despite her bright eyes.

"If you believe _him_," Edgar declared with a flourish of his cigarette.
"If Harriet actually did it, that kid was really lucky.  When I was his 
age, I could only dream of getting a blow job, certainly by a pretty 
woman.  Christ, she's got sweet legs!"

"I guess we shouldn't talk like this," Bertha said.  "We have to make a
legal decision."

Edgar said dreamily, "Still, I wonder if he went down on her, like he 
said.  I'd do it in a minute."

Bertha, who had not experienced such a pleasure since she was sixteen 
and almost slender, flicked her ashes into the grille, ground out her 
cigarette on her shoe sole and dropped the butt into her purse.  "We'd 
better find out what they're up to," she said, sighing and turning away.

The jurors were electing their foreman.  Sabitha, obviously disappointed
in her own candidacy, was the only one voting against Creighton Malmo, 
the suit-wearing elderly podiatrist.  The three smokers effectively 
abstained, but the tally was already eight to one, so no one pressed 
them.

"I know all about feet," Creighton said with a grin as he took his seat
at the head of table next to the door, "but intergenerational sex is new
to me."

"You've never ogled young girls?" Jed asked.

"I try not to, because you can never know if the girl is under the age 
of eighteen."

"Eighteen!  What does age matter?  I once screwed a girl of 16 who was 
as adult as anybody."

"Be careful, Jed," Edgar warned.  "You've confessed to a felony."

"Not really.  I was just 17 myself.  The point I'd like to make is so 
what if the boy got lucky!  What does it matter that the woman was so 
much older?  I screwed an older woman before I was eighteen, and I can 
tell you I learned a lot."

"Actually, from the evidence, it's doubtful the boy told the truth," 
Edgar remarked.  "You know how teen age boys are inclined to lie about 
sex, and that defense lawyer derailed the case darn well.  But I'm a
romantic."  He grinned around at the others.  "I'd like to believe 
that Jason in fact did get lucky."

"Jason was raped!"  Sabitha exclaimed.

"So _he_ says," sneered Jed.

Her chin rose.  "Put yourself in his position.  Would _you_ go to 
somebody and acknowledge something so awful if it weren't true?"

Jed leered.  "Are you asking, would I brag?"

Ignoring his response, she continued, "Who can calculate the 
ramifications of this, this terrible crime?  The boy is ruined!  He'll 
live with the consequences of this ugly sexual experience for the 
remainder of his life."

"Bullshit!" Edgar exclaimed.  "Would he be 'ruined' if his first sexual
experience was with a girl his own age?"

"It would be less traumatic."

"Less traumatic!  I suppose you also consider masturbation to be 
traumatic."

"It's sinful."

"Sinful!  I'm sorry, Sabitha, but this is the twenty-first century and 
you're talking like a medieval nun."

"I'm a Jehovah's Witness, Edgar.  I suggest you clean up your life and 
embrace Jesus.  The Rapture is near."

"Who told you that?" inquired Jed with a derisive snort, winking at 
Edgar.

Judith Morrison, an attractive thirtyish blonde, said reasonably, "I see
what's going on.  Ms. -- ah, Ms. Jones?"

Sabitha nodded.

"Ms. Jones is looking at it as a woman does when a man molests a young 
girl.  But here it's a woman and a young guy.  Is that really the same?
What do you men think?"

"That doesn't matter," declared Creighton.  "We have to abide by the 
law.  You heard the judge.  The law is gender blind."  He officiously 
banged his fist on the mahogany table like a gavel.  "Let's get down to
business.  First off, let's take an initial poll regarding the 
defendant's general guilt or innocence.  Maybe we can all agree and be 
done early."

The man whose name no one could remember remarked, "Well, she's guilty 
or the D. A. wouldn't've brought these charges."

Bertha spoke up.  "I'm confused.  I suspect that the defendant did have
sex with the boy, because of what Ms. Jones said about the 
embarrassment.  Did you notice the way he wouldn't look at her during 
the trial?  I think she loves him but not the reverse.  Why do we have 
to punish her?"

"You're a real romantic, Bertha," observed Jed.  "Do you envy her?"

"In a way, I guess.  The boy's very pretty and large for his age."

"How large do you suppose?" Edgar asked, smirking.

"You people are salacious!" Sabitha protested.

"Stop screwing around!" Creighton shouted.  "Let's have a preliminary 
vote."

The jury was split.  Edgar, Jed and two others voted innocent.  Bertha 
and Judith abstained.  Judith sat opposite Edgar, who shamelessly ogled
her well-filled blouse.  She did not seem to mind his staring, and she 
smiled in response.

"How can you people vote innocent?" Creighton asked.  "Didn't you listen
to prosecutor?  She wouldn't testify, even in her own defense.  Like he
said, that's because she's _guilty_!"

Edgar hunched over the table, looking up and down its extent at the 
other jurors.  "Of course the prosecutor would draw that point, and the
defense didn't get the chance to explain it.  But her silence might be 
because of what Ms. Jones said about embarrassment.  Who wants to be 
questioned about his -- her -- sex life?"

The others stared silently back at him.  He added, "Okay, suppose the 
charges _are_ true.  Wouldn't it be unjust as hell to convict the woman
and ruin her life over such a trifling matter."

"Trifling!" Sabitha exclaimed.  "That evil woman forced the child to 
have sex!"

"To be more precise," Jed stated, "the lucky, so-called victim is an 
adult size male who just happened to be under eighteen years of age.  
He's a star athlete and strong as a bull.  How do you suppose a little 
girl like Harriet would force him to do anything?"

"Tell me, Ms. Jones," Egdar asked, scratching his chin stubble and 
grinning.  "May I call you Sabitha?  How old were you with your first 
partner?"

"Partner?  You're talking about sex?  I'm not married, _Mister 
_Chalmers."

"You mean you're a virgin?  Astounding!  You can't be younger than 
thirty!"

"I'm married to Jesus, you dirty man!"

"Jesus?  How's he in bed?" demanded Jed.

Only Edgar chortled.  The others, except Judith, scowled.  Bertha 
suppressed a smile.

"Sabitha," Jed continued, "you aren't qualified to be on this jury.  
You're unfamiliar with the very substance of the case."

"That's enough!" Creighton barked.  "We've been impaneled to decide 
whether the defendant is in violation of the law.  A jury of eunuch 
monks is qualified to perform such a service to society."

"I disagree," Egdar objected.  "Out there in the courtroom it was a 
matter of law.  But here we should be concerned with justice.  If the 
case involved a thirty year old male teacher and a girl in her early 
teens, maybe justice would demand a guilty verdict.  But it doesn't.  In
this case we're dealing with a boy, a young man, who is near the peak of
his sexual powers.  For sure he wanted sex, regardless of his testimony
-- boys his age need it -- and by god he got lucky!  At least I hope he
did."

"You are an awful person!" Sabitha screamed then broke down in tears.

"Not true, Chalmers!" Creighton exclaimed.  "We are bound by the law.  
Justice has nothing to do with this matter."

"The law is not so iron-clad, Malmo," Edgar continued.  "If it were, 
just about everybody would be in prison."

Creighton, frowning, could not avoid asking, "How do you mean?"

"Have you ever been in the middle of a block and said to a companion, 
'Let's cross here'?"

"Sure, but so what?"

"So what!  You conspired with that person to violate the law against 
jay-walking.  Conspiracy is a felony!"

"Yeah," Jed spoke up.  "And we all committed a felony just a few minutes
ago when you agreed that we could smoke next to the cold air return."

"This is ridiculous!" Creighton exclaimed.  "No one gets charged with 
conspiracy to commit a misdemeanor."

"That's my point, Malmo," Edgar said, leaning forward again.  "The law 
is flexible, and we should keep that in mind while deciding this case."


* * *


Over the next few hours the jurors debated the evidence, sometimes 
heatedly.  Edgar and Jed argued that even if the defendant actually had
sex with the boy, she should not be found guilty.  "Ought to give her a
medal," muttered Jed at one point.  "That movie they wouldn't let the 
prosecutor mention, ah, _Tea and Sympathy_.  So they didn't give Deborah
Kerr a medal but everybody thought she'd done good.  Likewise Harriet 
Frew.  Do you really want to punish a woman for being kind to a callow 
kid?"

Judith also argued in favor of the defense.  "What's the evidence, 
besides some quoted poetry that amounts to homework assignments, plus 
Jason's testimony?  That boy is lying.  I know the type.  I had a kid 
brother like that.  He claimed to've had sex with the most popular girls
in his class, but I know he was still a virgin until he paid for a 
prostitute when he was eighteen."

"Did he tell you?" Edgar asked incredulously.  "I mean were you that 
close to him?"

"I beat the truth out of him after he stole the money from my purse.  He
went with a twenty dollar streetwalker and wound up with a dose of 
clap."

Edgar appraised the woman, who was tall and well-fleshed with large 
breasts.  "Did he put up much of a fight?"

"Not really."  She giggled and winked.  "I made it hard for him."

Most of the jury laughed.

"People," Creighton interrupted, "it's getting dark outside and we are 
nowhere near a verdict.  I'll have to inform the bailiff.  I expect 
we'll be spending the night."

Groans echoed in the room as the foreman rose and went to the door.  He
opened it and summoned a large, black officer with whom he whispered.

"Where will they put us up?" Jed inquired.

"I've got an important meeting tomorrow morning!" someone exclaimed 
bitterly.

"It's all because of that evil woman!" Sabitha declared.  "She's 
poisoning our lives too!"

Judith leaned near and whispered to Edgar, "I don't like to sleep 
alone."

"Is that a fact?" he replied, startled by the seeming invitation.

"I'm afraid of the dark, especially in strange places."

"People!" Creighton ordered.  "Gather your stuff.  We're checking into 
the hotel across the street."

"Will we have single rooms?" Edgar asked.  "I don't like bunking with 
anybody."  He winked at Judith.

"One room for each juror, but they won't have any TV and you can't read
the papers."

"As if anybody cared about this stupid case," someone remarked.

"That's just the trouble," retorted Creighton.  "They do care.  The 
deputy told me they've received threats."

The jurors blinked at each other but the complaints ceased.


* * *


Edgar had just settled in before hearing a knock on the hotel room door.
Upon opening it, he was startled but not entirely surprised to see 
Judith standing with an expression of mixed nervousness and hope on her
attractive face.

"Hi," she said, sheepishly.  "May I come in?"

"Of course," Edgar replied, stepping aside.

She did not look like a school girl, but her attire suggested one.  The
skirt was short and the slender legs bare.  She sat on the edge of the 
bed and gazed at him with a hopeful smile.

He sat beside her, cautiously, and placed a hand on the pale flesh of 
her near thigh.

"Am I mistaken?" he asked.  "If so, I apologize."

"No, not at all."

With a hand over his she moved the exploring palm under her skirt and 
further up her thigh.

He barked a brief, nervous laugh.  "This situation, ah, is rather novel
to me.  I'm married you know, although just legally.  My wife and I 
separated after fifteen years."

"Were you faithful all that time, Edgar?"

"Yes, of course.  I'm not the sort to play around."

"But now that you're separated you must feel, shall we say, a renewed 
liberty.  I've been divorced for almost a year.  I think we have needs 
in common."

For the next thirty or forty minutes there was little further talk.  
Kissing, undressing, sucking and licking led to wild indulgence in the 
missionary position.  Edgar came more quickly than he wanted but 
remained erect long enough to bring his partner to a noisy climax.

"God!  I needed that!" Judith exclaimed.  "I haven't had sex since my 
divorce."

Edgar dismounted, palmed a generous breast then kissed her briefly.

"You're a treasure, a real jewel," he said.  "This has been no less 
exciting than my first time at age sixteen."

"With an older woman?  A teacher, perhaps?" Judith asked, playfully.

"No.  Sarah was fourteen.  We were both virgins, although she was born 
without a hymen.  I actually brought her off -- at least on our second 
shot."

"What a lucky girl!  I had too much hymen, and suffered greatly as a 
consequence."

"Poor kid!  Women don't have it easy."

"That's the plain truth.  Do you recall her fondly?"

"Oh, yes.  We went together for two years, until I graduated high school
and went off to college.  I have videos of her, some of them taken at 
the beach.  Whenever I view them, I'm struck by her vibrancy and 
youthful sleekness.  I wasn't aware of those qualities at the time."

"My first memories are not so pleasant."  She sighed but brightened.  
"This case -- I think I understand why older guys get turned on by young
girls, Edgar.  But women respond differently to young boys, however 
pretty."

"How so?"

"Having sex with a boy like Jason would be like playing with a doll, a 
toy.  I would soon tire of it, as would most women.  After the novelty,
one would experience shame and guilt.  Normal women are attracted to 
accomplished, grown men.  A woman who would have an affair with a 
youngster, say Harriet with Jason, is a person who has other problems, 
maybe psychological or substance abuse.  Harriet does not strike me as 
being that sort of woman.  That's why I'm convinced she's innocent and 
the boy is lying, even if she won't defend herself."

He nodded slowly.  "You make a good point.  As I've said before, I'd 
like to believe that the boy got lucky, but in fact I have to agree with
you.  Harriet's husband is successful.  Going to a motel to celebrate 
their anniversary proves he's attentive.  It doesn't add up.  Moreover,
there's no real concrete evidence that she and Jason had any sexual 
contact."

"Well, apparently he _was_ at the motel that night."

"Yeah, if you believe that panhandler.  Jason was probably looking for 
dirt on her.  Or maybe he had a crush.  Actually he could've been 
following anybody.  Fifteen year old boys steal their fathers' cars all 
the time."

"God, you're well hung, Edgar!" Judith exclaimed, changing the subject.
"You're soft, yet your cock fills my hand."

"Do you want some more?" he asked, fondling a breast and kissing the 
juncture of her neck and shoulder."

"Christ yes!  Let me suck you hard.  I relish that taste."

As her mouth closed over him, he shook his head and declared with 
feeling, "God, your husband's a fool.  If my wife was half this hot, you
better believe I'd still be living at home!"

She chuckled nasally.

He added.  "What was his excuse anyway?"

She unmouthed him long enough to say, "He caught me doing this to a 
couple of paperboys."

"No shit!" he breathed.  "God!  From now on your name is 'Deborah.'"

She laughed nasally while her lips sank nearly to his belly.

Fifteen minutes later, clawing his shoulders, she cried out in orgasm as
his long, thick cock rammed in and out of her at athletic speed.  Soon 
she came again, screaming into his ear while he yelped and emptied 
himself.

"This is too good," she murmured, panting in exhaustion after he rolled
off her body.

"We can do it on a regular basis, Judith.  I won't be returning to my 
wife."

"I'd like to give it a try, darling."


* * *


"You seem pleased this morning," Jed said to Edgar as they entered the 
jury room.  "Did you sleep well?"

"I didn't sleep alone, Jed."

"You lucky dog!  That Judith is a real looker.  I had to make do, 
myself."

"You whacked off?"

"Not quite.  Bertha and I spent the night together.  If you've ever had
a porker, you know they'll do anything you ask -- I mean everything.  
It's been a long time since I butt-fucked a _woman_."

"Hah!  Are you admitting to having done it with a guy, Jed?"

The younger man snickered but kept his voice low.  "We're talking about
last night.  That kid's testimony turned Bertha on to high heat.  She 
wanted to practice everything he claimed on Lover's Hill.  I made her 
suck me again after I pulled out of her ass."

"What do you mean, 'made'?"

"Don't worry, she loved it.  Said she wouldn't do it, but when I 
insisted, she nearly pulled it right off."

"Come on people," Creighton interrupted.  "Lets get down to business."

Judith and Edgar again sat opposite each other.  Now, as lovers, they 
were impatient to get away and spend the weekend in bed together.  A 
foot of each caressed the other's calf.

Another vote indicated opinions hardly changed overnight.  Four voted 
guilty and five said innocent.

"We're not going to resolve this, Creighton," Edgar announced, leaning 
over the table.  "Why don't you inform the judge that we're deadlocked?"

"That Frew woman is guilty as sin!" Sabitha exclaimed.  "I'll never 
change my mind."

"See what I mean?" Edgar said.  "It's hopeless."

"It's too soon to give up," Creighton insisted.  "The judge won't stand
for it."

"Christ!  Let's do something!" a male voice said.  "I'll change my vote
to guilty just to get out of here and back home."

"That's hardly fair.  You know the poor woman is innocent."

"I don't want to spend another night in that flea bag!"

"What's another night?  The defendant could spend years in jail for 
something she didn't do!"

People began to yell and shout.  Creighton pounded on the table with an
empty Coke can so hard that it crumpled.  "This is getting us nowhere!"
he exclaimed, rising to his feet.  His eyes narrowed thoughtfully.  
"When patients won't have their toe resculptured, sometimes they'll 
agree to remove the nail.  Let's find a compromise."

"Yuk!" cried Bertha.

"Like what?" asked Edgar.

"Well, we could find her guilty of giving alcohol to a minor and 
innocent of the sexual charges.  She would only serve a couple of 
months.  She might just get a fine."

"That's stupid, Creighton," Jed said.  "It's illogical.  She allegedly 
gave him booze in the motel room as part of a sexual tryst.  You can't 
separate the booze from the screwing."

"And oral sex," Bertha interjected.

"I know it doesn't make sense," Creighton said.  "Her lawyer would 
appeal and probably win.  In any event it would get us out of here."

"What do you say?" Judith said to Sabitha, smiling at the other woman.

"I want her guilty of something, that's for sure."

"Then let's do it.  I really would like to finish this business and go 
home."

"Okay, folks," Creighton spoke up.  "The first vote will be on the 
charge of giving alcohol to a minor.  What do you say?"

The twelve jurors found the defendant guilty.

"Now about the charges regarding sex with the boy.  What do you say?"

Eleven jurors said innocent.  Sabitha hesitated.  The others glared at 
her.

"All right!  Innocent," she said, scowling.  "But I know she's a bad 
woman!"


* * *


"Has the jury reached a verdict?" asked the judge.

Creighton came to his feet.  "We have, your honor."

"I thought a night's sequestering would help you decide.  For the 
record, that was ordered because of threats by a religious group if the
jury found the defendant not guilty."  The judge smiled sardonically.  
After a moment he looked again at the paper the bailiff had passed him,
shook his head and began the ritual.  "The defendant will please rise."

When Davis and his client were standing, the judge continued, "On the 
five counts of statutory rape, how does the jury find?"

"Not guilty on all five," declared Creighton.

Harriet Frew blew out her breath audibly.

"On the two counts of supplying alcohol to a minor, how do you find?"

"Guilty on both counts."

Gasps arose in the courtroom.  Ms. Frew's mouth fell open.  She turned 
wide eyes upon her attorney, who shrugged.

"Guilty, you say?" asked the judge.

"Yes, your honor: guilty."

Again the judge shook his head.  "Very well.  On the one count of moral
turpitude in a government employee, how do you find?"

"Not guilty."

The judge nodded and muttered something with the sound of, "Half-way 
consistent, at least."  He took a deep breath and said loudly, "The jury
is discharged with the thanks of the court.

"The maximum punishment for providing alcohol to a minor is 30 days 
imprisonment or $500 fine for each count -- or both penalties together.
The minimum punishment is within the judge's discretion.  In this case,
due to the weakness of the state's evidence, the judgment of this court
is that the defendant has suffered enough.  She is discharged and her 
bail returned.

"Call your next case, bailiff."


END
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