Disclaimers: Any and all characters in my little story exist only in my mind. All people in my story engaging in sexual activities are over 18 years of age. Some might consider this a type of morality play, and it could fit into one of several categories.
My name is Letitia Robin. I graduated from High School just over a year ago, and got married to my High School sweetheart, Edwin Little Bear, just over 5 months ago. Yes, we are Native Americans. Indigenous People. Whatever the P C thing to call us Indians is, today. I also became a widow 5 weeks ago. Edwin was murdered on his way back to his car to drive home from work, by three teenagers purely because of the color of his skin.
Let me tell a little about both of us. I am a fairly large girl, nearly 5'9" and on the heavy side. Edwin, the only man I have ever had sex with is, or should I say was, just an inch taller than me, and weighed a solid 225. He was a star on our little Eight man High School football team, but didn't have the money to attend college.
After he graduated, a year ahead of me, he got a really good job at a large lumber company about 35 miles north of Seattle.
Every weekend he would come back to visit, and we soon found it far too difficult to abstain from sex before he had earned enough money for us to be married.
After I graduated, we were married according to our tribal customs, that were over 3,800 years old. Both our parents were so proud of us, becoming the first in both families to graduate High School.
The little apartment Edwin had found suited both of us just fine. I actually found a part time job working in a nice family restaurant, close enough to our home, I could walk to and from work.
Five weeks ago, I was fixing our dinner, waiting for Edwin to get home from work. Hearing our doorbell ring, I opened the door and saw two men in suits asking if I was Letitia Little Bear. I was numb with fear, and started crying just as they started telling me my Edwin was being airlifted to the trauma center in Seattle.
These two detectives drove me to their station house to get some information about Edwin, but it seemed to me that helping catch these awful kids wasn't a high priority. Just as they were finishing, they got a call that my Edwin didn't survive. I was absolutely crushed.
After picking up his car, from where he worked, and calling both our parents, arrangements were made to get his body flown back to Everett, where we lived. From there, my Tribal Chairman made the arrangements to get his body back to Neah Bay, to be buried according to our traditions.
Going back to our now empty apartment I just sat there, numb. I was told that three teens were arrested, and were going to be charged as juveniles.
I was in the courtroom, wanting to see these vile young men who murdered the love of my life. I sat to one side, watching as the parents of these three sat talking with the Prosecutor trying the case. They all seemed like good friends, way too good of friends to my way of thinking.
As the precedings got started with what looked like very high priced lawyers telling the judge this was just a case of young boys getting carried away, I thought these animals were going to get away with murder. Literally!
Just as they were finishing up, the courtroom door opened, and in walked a group of people led by a very official looking man, three other men wearing badges and a nicely dressed young lady, who sat down just a seat away from me. Smiling at me she whispered, "Letitia, you are about to see Justice in action"
The man in charge told the judge he was sorry for the interruption, but he was the Assistant United States Attorney for Western Washington, and was arresting these three criminals on Federal Hate Crimes charges, at which time the U S Marshalls took all three into custody.
I just sat there, staring at the scene unfolding in front of me. This lady sitting next to me, smiled and gave me her business card, telling me to call her when I'm ready.
I saw that her name was Carole Andrews, and she is a civil rights lawyer. I finally found the strength to get off my behind and leave the courtroom. I was met by a noisy group of reporters shouting questions at me and shoving their phones and recorders in my face. I didn't know what to do, or which way to turn. I just put my hands to my face and started crying. Out of nowhere. I hear this voice yelling "leave this poor girl alone, she's been through enough!" Carole puts an arm around my shoulders and ushers me out a side door.
Once outside, she just held my sobbing body next to hers. She lifted my face, looking me in my eyes and told me we needed to talk about our next move.
She led me to her car, but I stopped her, saying my car is over a few rows and I didn't want to leave it. She walked me to my car and told me to wait for her, then to follow her car.
Not knowing what was going on, I agreed and trailed behind her car, ending up at a nicely kept house on a quiet street in a part of town I had never been to.
As soon as I followed her inside, I stopped and quietly asked what was going on.
"Letitia, you can leave whenever you want, and I will try not to make you feel uncomfortable." She continued on after leading me into her very nice living room. I felt uneasy, not being dressed as nicely as she was, but just her manner put me at ease.
"If you want me to, I can get the ball rolling on a wrongful death suit against the parents of those three monsters."
"It won't bring my Edwin back, will it?" I asked.
"No, but it will bring some semblance of closure to you and both of your families," she replied. "Can I get you some coffee, or tea?"
"Just tea, please,"
I heard her moving around her kitchen as I admired her very nice surroundings. Nice furniture, and decorations. I stood up, removing my coat, and just looked at everything in front of me. I didn't realize that I had a tear rolling down one cheek, until Carole returned, putting her arms around my shoulders and looked me straight in both eyes.
"I won't lie, Letitia, I am attracted to you, but if I make you uncomfortable, please tell me."
Needless to say, I was stunned beyond belief. I had never had thoughts of being with another woman, ever. I just laid my head on her shoulders, softly crying.
Sitting on her sofa, sipping my tea, I told her, I just had to sort things out in my mind. Sitting next to me, she started telling me about what she was planning.
As she talked, I looked at this young lady, for the first real time. While she was nearly my height, she was on the thin side, with practically no boobs, that I could make out under the bulky sweater she was wearing.
Telling me she would start the following Monday filing the wrongful death claim in court. She then mentions that she is getting warm so she stands up and removes her sweater, leaving just a thin, sleeveless blouse covering her upper body. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra and had little need for one.
I stopped her, saying outside of her name, I knew nothing about her.
Laughing, she apologized, telling me she just had a 32nd birthday, she was obviously single, and told me in all honesty, her main reason for her actions was the fact that the three lawyers defending those thugs were all members of her father's law firm.
I sat there with my mouth open, stunned by this statement.
"Are you trying to get back at your father?" I asked.
"No, I'm trying to show him how seriously I take the law" she responded.
I started to smile, so Carole asked if something she said was funny.
Shaking my head, I told her if she met my mother or grandmother they would both tell you to put some meat on your bones, that you are too thin.
