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Here is part 3 of 3 of my latest offering to the Literotica readership.
Chapter 5 – Inclusion, Exclusion, Conclusion
Hi. It's me, Sam, again. I was telling you my sad story. At least it was sad to me. Some of you readers might be getting quite a hoot out of my problems.
I'd been badly injured by my wife's lover. Her name is Kim, and his is Eddie. I had caught them together in our bed and Eddie had wiped the floor with me. All of the time he was beating me to a pulp, Kim kept saying, "Stop Eddie! He's not a quarter of a man you are. Get over here and fuck me." Those two sentences that she said over and over were like a thousand knives in my heart.
She had run off with Eddie and left our young daughter and me alone. We never heard from her until… that day. The day she rang the door bell and tried to reenter our lives. She looked (and smelled) like the cheap whore she had become. Instead of letting her into the house, I handed her the divorce papers, told her where her things were stored and shut the door in her face. Oh, yes, I did tell her that I was calling the police since they had a warrant outstanding for both her and Eddie Dorcher. Eddie Dorcher that psycho biker that had ruined our lives and my health.
Well things moved swiftly after her return. I found out that our friend Mary was involved. I confronted Mary and got her side of the story that pretty much agreed with the slurred story Kim had told me in her drug induced state that day she showed up at my door.
Their friend Trisha was also involved, but where Kim's and Mary's ongoing participation with the bikers was apparently through blackmail, Trisha's was just because she was single and actually liked being a biker's property.
And now, Kim is about to be arraigned for her part in my beating. I'd been told months before by the District Attorney that about the only case I had against her and Eddie was aggravated assault and attempted murder. Since Kim had apparently invited Eddie into our house, and had willingly left with him, there could not be any charges of breaking and entering, or kidnapping. Half the money Kim had taken from our bank account could possibly be recovered through the asset split as part of the divorce.
But right now, she was to be arraigned for her part in my beating. The District Attorney was not very hopeful of her getting any jail time since she never touched me or threatened me, and she did try to get Eddie to stop hitting me several different times that day.
The things she had said that day, while being very humiliating to me, did not show any threat to my body. Those things she had said might play better for me in getting my pound of flesh in our upcoming divorce.
What I did want right now was for her to spend at least some nights in jail for the emotional pain and humiliation she had heaped on me that day.
I arrived at the courthouse and went right to the court room. I entered and found a seat in the back row. On the TV screen at the front of the room was the prisoner holding area. To streamline the process, the prisoner was not actually brought to the courtroom. They stayed in the holding room and stood on a small raised platform in front of a similar TV screen where they could see the judge and the attorneys. The TV screen I could see allowed the judge and attorneys to see the prisoner.
The arraignment was very quick. The two charges against Kim and Eddie were read and the judge asked for their pleas. She shyly said, "Not Guilty." Eddie pled not guilty. There was a short haggle over bail and the judge set bail at two-hundred thousand dollars. And then it was over as the court moved on to the next case.
I knew Kim would be in jail until her trial because no one would post her bail. Her mom couldn't afford to and really thought her daughter was a tramp. Our former friends wouldn't bail her out because they thought she was a slut for running off with the guy.
I drove home and puttered around until four o'clock. Mary had said that Larry and his friends were always done with her at three o'clock. So I had waited the extra hour and then called her.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Mary – It's Sam. I need you to do me a favor." I replied.
"Sam? What do you want me to do?" She answered with her own question.
"I don't know if you have heard, but they caught Eddie. He is being held at the local jail. I need you to convince your husband Carl that I need thirty minutes alone with Eddie. As a cop there, I know he can get that handled.
"How am I supposed to convince Carl of that?" She demanded.
"I don't know. That's your problem. But if you don't convince him, I'll tell him about you and Larry. I swear I will."
"Oh God, you can't. Please no!" She cried.
"If you can convince him to allow me thirty minutes with Eddie I won't. And I don't mean alone, alone. I mean with an officer there to keep him restrained. But somebody who will keep his mouth shut about what he hears."
"I – I can try."
"You'll do more than try. And you will do it tonight. I want to meet with Eddie tomorrow. Got it?"
"Y – Yes, but it might take me a while."
"No, that's not the way it will be. You convince him tonight! Got it?"
"Alright, okay. I'll do it somehow."
"Good girl. Have Carl call me when it is set up." I demanded and hung up.
All I could now was wait. I had dinner and flipped on the TV. Some reality game show was on and the participants were voting one of their own off the island or out of the house or something.
The phone rang about ten o'clock. It was Carl.
