My wife hit me with this statement over dinner, "So honey, me and the girls from the book club want to go on another girls weekend trip. We're thinking of going to a fall harvest festival in a small town about three hours from here. What do you think?"
"Well, let's see. The last time you girls went out of town you got in to a little bit of trouble and ended up getting your nipples pierced. Not that I mind, but I don't have time this weekend to come and bail you out if you get into trouble."
"You didn't bail us out last time, and we did just fine. Oh come on, it'll just be the four of us in a small town. How much trouble can we get in to?"
So, the plans were made and the four of them headed out on Friday. My wife Julie, and her friends Emily, Alexis and Michelle headed for the Beaufort County Harvest festival. Arts and crafts and the like is what we were told it was. Real small community and just a quiet weekend.
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When they got back on Sunday, Julie was acting pretty weird and keeping her distance. Finally at dinner I couldn't take it anymore and asked, "How was the weekend? Did you girls have fun? Normally I have a ton of stuff to carry in for you when you go on one of these shopping weekends. Wasn't the festival what you thought it would be?"
She was hesitant in her answer but finally said, "Well....we never actually made it to the festival which is why I had nothing for you to carry in."
"What do you mean you didn't make it to the festival? You drove three hours and never even went?"
"Well. We were a little busy paying off our sentence from the night before."
"You mean you were hungover."
"Not quite.. We got in to a little bit of trouble and the small town Judge decided to throw the book at us. However, we did what they called SAPAS. Special Alternative Punishment And Sentencing protocol. It allowed us to work off our sentences, which were ridiculous to begin with, but it actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. In fact, it turned out to be quite fun."
"Oh boy. Sounds like you have a story to tell. Let's hear it."
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We got there Friday around dinner time and decided to go to the local watering hole after checking in to our B & B. They told us that there is only one place in town to eat, so we went.
It was your typical hole in the wall, small town bar and restaurant. We were probably a little over dressed in our short skirts and tight shirts that we were wearing for the trip.
Julie and her friends are in their mid fifties but look, dress and act much younger. You would never think they are that old. They have all kept pretty fit, with toned legs, firm backsides and nice C cups up front. When they go out, they like to show off, especailly if they are out of town.
She continued. As the night progressed, the bar started to fill up and got pretty busy. A band showed up and they were really good. All of the sudden, a round of drinks showed up at our table that we hadn't ordered.
The waitress said they were from a group of guys sitting at the bar.
As we looked to acknowledge them, they all got up and came over to our table. They pulled up chairs and sat down. There were four of them. They were dressed like guys who would be working on a farm. Cowboy hats, tight jeans and cowboy boots.
"Howdy, I'm Chuck. You lovely ladies aren't from around here and we thought we would like to get to know you a little better."
"Hi Chuck, we're definitely not from around here and thanks for the drinks," responded Alexis.
Just then a good dancing song came on and without warning the men scooped us up and spun us out on to the dance floor. They were very good dancers and kept us spinning and twirling, which caused our skirts to flare up and reveal that we were only wearing thongs underneath. We were so in to the dancing and the music that we hadn't even noticed we were flashing the whole bar.
When the band finished, they went in to a slow song and the guys kept us out there, pulling us close. Like I said, they were good dancers. As we were slow dancing, their hands got a little more, shall we say inquisitive, and started feeling up our asses under our skirts. When I looked over at Emily, the guy who was dancing with her had her skirt lifted to the point that everyone in the bar could see him cupping and feeling her naked ass. It was at that point that I realized the same was happening to me!
After that song, we went and sat back down and the guys bought us another round. That was pretty much how the night went, until it was time to go. The guys wanted us to come with them, but we declined as we had a full day scheduled for the harvest festival tomorrow. They were not happy as they were looking to finish the night, I believe.
As we stumbled out of the bar, the sherriff was pulling up, which was a good thing because our car was not where I had parked it. I parked right out in front of the bar. I approached the sherriff and told him that our car had been stolen and where it was parked. He immediately got on his radio and talked to someone.
"Yep, I'm at the bar. I found out who owns the car you had towed. They are here now. Bring them to the courthouse? Roger, your honor."
He turned and looked at us, "Alright ladies, you're going to need to come with me. You're all under arrest. You parked in the Judges spot and he had your car towed. Not to mention with your stumbling out of the bar, I don't think you should be driving anyway."
We were stunned and asked, "Arrested!? For parking in the wrong spot? There's no sign that said we couldn't park there."
"Now ladies. Don't make me add resisting arrest to the charges. Turn around and let's get these handcuffs on you for the ride."
When we got to the courthouse, the Judge was up on the bench and there was a prosecutor and a court appointed defense attorney there.
The proscutor started, "Your honor, the following ladies have been arrested and are being brought up on the following charges. Illegal parking, public intoxication, public indecency (they were showing their naked asses in the bar), and resisting arrest."
The judge looked at our court appointed attorney and asked, "How do your clients plead? Keep in mind before you answer that, that I was at the bar and saw all of their indecency and public intoxication first hand."
"My clients plead guilty your honor. And ask that the court show mercy for them as they are not from here and this is their first offense."
"Very well. They are found guilty on all charges and are ordered to the following. The owner of the vehicle is fined $500, $2500 in court fees and 30 days in jail. The other three are fined $500 and 30 days in jail as well. Case closed."
We looked at our attorney and said, "Is he kidding? Thirtys days in jail for a parking ticket?"
"And public indecency, public intoxication and resisting arrest," quipped our attorney.
"You didn't even ask us how we wanted to plead. We definitely would not have plead guilty."
"Let me see what I can do. Your honor, may I approach the bench?"
The Judge sat back down and waived our attorney over. They spoke quietly for a few minutes and then the judge sent him back to where we were standing, still in disbelief.
"Do you ladies agree to enter our SAPAS protocol? If you do, and you pass, then all charges, fines and sentences will be expunged from your records. There will only be a file kept in my office, in case you become a repeat offender."
In unison we all said, "Yes. We do." We should have asked a few more questions before agreeing to it. But, like I said, it turned out pretty good in the end.
Our attorney said, "Follow me and we'll get the paperwork taken care of. You will need to be here by eight am and you will be remanded over to the warden for your Special Alternative Punishment And Sentencing day."
"What exactly does that mean," asked Alexis.
"I'm not sure. I was just told that if any clients don't like their sentences that I should ask the Judge if they can do this instead."
We signed so many documents and papers, we didn't have time to read any of them as we just wanted to get back to the B & B and get some rest.
When we got there in the morning, the Sherriff was waiting along with a woman. The Sherriff put us in shackles and walked us over to the lady. "This is the Warden. Her name is Louise, but everyone just calls her Mam."
"Good morning criminals. Thanks Sherriff. I like when you deliver them to me in shackles, it makes it so much easier as they won't run off. Ready for your SAPAS day? I've got a busy day planned for you."
We were then loaded on an old grey school bus, chained to the seats and driven to a farm just outside of town. The sign read Beaufort County Penal and Rehab Farm.