I was sitting in a small room reserved for prisoners to meet with their attorneys. It had a small metal table, about 3' by 4', in the middle of the room, and two metal chairs. There was one florescent light fixture, one steel door with a small window, and no outside windows. There would be one guard outside the door.
I had been escorted by a guard, from the automotive shop where I worked every day, to wait in this room for my attorney. Until now, I didn't know I had an attorney. The last time I had an attorney, I was on trial for domestic abuse and child endangerment. My fucking attorney rolled over and played dead, and I was sentenced to 10 to 20 years in the State Correctional Facility.
Well, what can you expect when your father-in-law owns the whole damn town?
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My name is George Masaroni. Mary was my wife, and we had a son, Bobby. I had been a mechanic in the service department at John Thomas Ford. If you think that means "Fix Or Repair Daily", I was the guy doing the fixing. I made a pretty good living at it, and I drove a new F-150 pickup.
I was raised in a lower middle class neighborhood in our town. We lived in a small frame house on a street of other houses just like it. They were all built after the war for the returning veterans, and bought with GI loans. The houses were clean and well maintained, the yards always mowed. My parents taught me responsibility and right from wrong. I learned to live by the Golden Rule.
I met Mary Sue Rogers in the sixth grade. Her family had just moved here from Chicago. Her father was some big shot at the bank, and he was taking over the local branch in our town. Of course they lived in the finer part of town, in a big brick house on "Silk Stocking Street". They had a one acre lot with a lot of trees and a swimming pool. Throughout school, the only time I saw their house was when I was delivering the newspaper.
In high school, Mary Sue was a cheerleader and stuck with the popular crowd. I think she dated Jim Flutey, the quarterback. I was moderately successful in football (defensive tackle) and baseball (third base). There was no risk that I would be offered an athletic scholarship. After graduation, Mary Sue went off to Northwestern on a full-ride "Daddy" scholarship, and majored in being popular. She was in the most prestigious sorority, and dated only the highest rated fraternity boys.
I joined the Army.
I learned a useful trade in the Army. I can get a job firing a cannon anywhere in the world now. Of course, I was sent to the Sand Box to ply my trade. I didn't get much of an opportunity to fire the cannon, that was a more specialized skill. I did spend a lot of time humping ammo, carrying 50 pound artillery shells from the back of a truck to the gun pit.
One thing I give the Army credit for, I was in the best shape of my life, no fat and all muscle. When I returned to the States, I was 6' and 205 pounds. Army strong and all I could be.
After I was discharged, fortunately with all my limbs still intact, I decided to use my GI benefits to go to an automotive mechanic trade school. I had taken auto mechanics classes in high school, and I seemed to have an aptitude for it. Before I even finished the course, I was offered a job at John Thomas Ford where I learned to work on big diesel pickups, F-350's and F-450's.
It was three years after I started working at Ford. Mom had passed from breast cancer, and Dad was in a nursing home with the final stages of Alzheimer's. I was living on my own in the same little white house where I had grown up. I never had brothers or sisters.
I still remember the day I dropped in at Joe's Bar after work to get a cold beer, maybe some chicken wings and fries, and to watch game 3 of the World Series. I had gone by the house first to clean up and change clothes to look more presentable.
I was sitting at the bar, minding my own business, drinking my beer and watching the game. The bar tender brought me another cold beer, and motioned toward a table with 4 lovely ladies, all giggling and waving at me. I raised my glass to thank them for the beer, and went back to the game. The score was 6-3 in the ninth, and the bases were loaded. I don't know why this pitcher was still in the game. He had walked the last two batters to load the bases, and the count was 3 and 2 on this batter. That's when Mary Sue Rogers got my attention.
After graduating from college, Mary Sue had come back to live with Mommy and Daddy. After four years of trying, she had failed to snag a rich husband despite all of her attempts. So she got her degree in business administration and came back home to our little town. It's better to be a big fish in a little pond than a little fish in a big pond, and Chicago is about as big as they come. Daddy got her a job with Robert Edwards Real Estate, and she found she could do pretty well selling real estate. She did especially well dealing with male clients. It had a lot to do with being 5'4", having shoulder length honey blond hair, and a 34C bust, showing an ample amount of cleavage. She typically wore short skirts, thigh high stockings, and 4" heels.
I felt a hand on my arm. When I turned, there stood Mary Sue. Looking into her deep blue eyes for the first time, I completely missed the last pitch and the grand slam home run that won the game. She asked me if I would join her and her friends at their table, and I was led there like a lamb to slaughter. She and her friends were having a "girl's night", and had already had several drinks. Someone started putting quarters in the jukebox, so I had to dance with each of the women repeatedly as the night progressed. As the liquor flowed, the girls got more suggestive in their dancing, though none more than Mary Sue. As we danced the last slow dance, she had her hand on my crotch and I had my hands on her ass.
Mary Sue was in no condition to drive, so I offered to take her home. I had "borrowed" a new Mustang from the dealership since my truck was in the shop for a new water pump. Yes, I know, it's a Ford thing. Mary Sue was holding my arm and leaning on me as I guided her toward the car.
I drove Mary Sue to her upscale condo in the trendy part of town, favored by successful young professionals. I opened her door and helped her out of the car. I had to help her walk up the steps to her front door, as she was really in no shape to navigate them on her own. I had no intention to take advantage of a woman in her condition, and I was going to see her to her front door and leave. Mary Sue, however, had other plans for me. Taking my arm she dragged me into her condo, where she proceeded to attack me. Before I could close the door, she had her arms around me and her tongue down my throat. The rest of the night progressed in a manner you may surmise, and I woke up in the morning in bed with a beautiful, naked real estate agent.
