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The ParalegalsBy Maximillian ExcaliberIntroductionEveryone has a secret.   Some are big and some are small.  Sometimesthat secret is a private thing about themselves they don’t want anyoneto know and, sometimes it involves others.  Those are shared secrets. This is a story about people, their shared secrets and the lengthsthey will go to protect them.  Try to keep that in mind while you’rereading it.  See if you can figure out who is has what secret to hide?Enjoy.Maximillian ExcaliberChapter One – In CourtIt was about 3:30, late in the afternoon on the last Thursday inNovember.  The weather outside was unseasonably cold.I was sitting at our table in the courtroom waiting to see what WillardSanders, the attorney for the plaintiff, Lilly Rossi, was going to donext. My name is Marty Gordon.  I’m forty-eight years old; weigh in attwo-hundred pounds even, I am five feet nine inches tall.  I have a‘stocky’ build that is, except for my legs, not very muscular.  Both myhair and goatee are brown, which I keep cut short and neatly trimmed atall times.  Most of the time, I have brown eyes.  I say most of the timebecause when I put in long hours at work, they are usually bloodshot. In my opinion, I’m not very handsome, but to be honest, I’m also notugly either.  What I’m trying to say is that I think I’m just plainaverage. That particular day I was dressed in a navy blue classic, two-buttonbusiness suit and a white shirt.  My tie was dark blue with whitestripes.  On my feet I wore black socks and black, monk strap shoes.There were four of us at our table.  To my immediate right sat mypartner, Rachael Wolf. Rachel is the other paralegal on the team.  She’s forty-two and, sinceI’ve never been good at guessing women’s weight, I won’t even try. However, considering she has a figure that would make a playboy bunnyenvious, it really doesn’t matter anyway.  Her hair, which is black andwavy, flows down past her shoulders.  She has pale, almost alabasterwhite skin, and brown eyes.  If I had to compare her to anyone, I’d haveto say that she reminds me of a full figured version of MonicaBellucci.  She also is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.Next to Rachael was our boss, Samantha Roberts, the firm’s head and onlyattorney.   I’m not quite sure of our boss’s age but I think she’s aboutthirty-six.  She’s a little skinny for my taste.  Hell, I’ll bet shedoesn’t weight an ounce over a hundred pounds. Finally, at the far end of the table sat Vincent Rossi.  “Vince”, as heliked to be called, was the defendant in the case and our client. Suffice it to say that he was obviously male and with a name like Rossi,you can bet he looked Italian.Moving along, at the table to our left was Lilly Rossi and her legalteam.  Her team was comprised of Lilly Rossi, her lawyer and a paralegal. Lilly, by the way, is herself, a successful (if not ethical) divorceattorney.  Next to her at their table was her mouthpiece, WillardSanders.  And, next to Sanders was his paralegal, a quiet little manwhose name I can’t remember.Sequestered in the Witness room was Gloria Lemons, the self confessedadulteress of the affair and potentially the most damning witness they had.Before this mess started, Samantha, Lilly, Rachael, Gloria, Vince and Iused to be good friends.  Now, as sometimes happens, we’ve divided intotwo camps.  On one side was Samantha, Rachael, Vince and myself.  On theother, the unlikely team of Lilly and Gloria.It was the first day of trial and Lilly was about to take the stand.Her attorney said to the judge, “I call to the stand the plaintiff, Mrs.Lilly Rossi, your honor.” I was somewhat surprised, I had just assumedthat he’d present the video, it would be shown, and we’d all go home. Then I could start enjoying my long holiday weekend, Rachael could dowhatever it is she does when not working herself to death, Samanthacould sulk, and poor Mr. Rossi could cry himself to sleep while he triedto figure out how to pay our bill.  Although something told me he wasn’tgoing to be able to pay it.  Lilly had been smart enough to get him tosign a prenuptial agreement giving her everything in the event hecommitted adultery.I expected this to be the first and last day of what had promised to beone of the shortest divorce trials in history.  The evidence in the casewas so strong it was sure to be a slam dunk win… for Lilly and her attorney!But then she did have what, in my mind, was indisputable video evidenceof the husband’s infidelity with his mistress, Gloria Lemons. You might be interested to know that Gloria also just happened to beLilly’s best friend… that is until Lilly caught them in bed together! Unsurprisingly, things started exactly as I expected they would. Sanders went straight for the jugular! “Mrs. Rossi”, he began, “In your complaint you said, and I quote, ‘I wassure that Vince was having an affair’; is that correct?”There was an appearance of anger on Lilly Rossi’s face when she replied,“Yes.”“Were your suspicions correct?”  Sanders continued.  His voice hadchanged from professional to soft and conciliatory.Meekly, she replied, “Yes.”“How do you know they were correct?”With an almost triumph look expression on her face, Lilly Rossianswered, “I have proof!”“What kind of proof do you have?”  Sanders asked.  His tone showed nochange of emotion.She answered, “I recorded them together.”“What do you mean you recorded them together?  Was it an audiorecording?  Were you there when the alleged act of infidelityoccurred?”  Judge Judith Hastings asked, interrupting.Sanders frowned.  For, while it wasn’t common knowledge to the public,it was well known to those of us working in the court system that thejudge had recently developed a dislike for his client. I looked over at Samantha and then at Rachael, both were smiling.  Weall knew that Judge Hastings was hoping Lilly would admit to beingpresent during the act.  If that happened, then Samantha could claimthat Lilly had, at the very least, given consent to the act and possiblyeven been a willing participant.  Either way, the allegation of adulterywould be effectively nullified.  Unless, of course, Lilly said she washiding at the time.There was a faint smile on her face that couldn’t conceal the scornhidden behind it as Lilly replied, “No; I mean, before I left the houseI hid two cameras in our bedroom.  They recorded the whole thing.” Still looking at the judge, Lilly said, “I brought the cameras here withme today.”“Why did you use two cameras?” inquired the judge curiously.To which Lilly responded, “For a couple of reasons.  First, one mightfail.  And second, I didn’t know exactly where in the room they mightbe.  If I had used one camera, it might not have captured the bitch’s face”“You know better than that Mrs. Rossi.” The judge interrupted.  “Youwill restrict your testimony to the facts and not embellish it in anyway.”  The judge warned sternly.Sanders approached the bench.  In his hand he held four evidence bags. Two about a foot in diameter and two were just large enough to hold asingle compact disk each.“At this time, your honor, I’d like to enter into evidence the videosand cameras Mrs. Rossi is talking about.  I also request they be marked‘Plaintiff’s Exhibits 26, 27, 28 and 29.’”Vince Rossi turned to Samantha and asked angrily, “Why don’t you objector something?  You said she only had one video, not two.”“The truth is Vince that I just found out this morning.  I knew aboutthe first one, but not about the second one. Sanders pulled a fast one on me.  He sent the two videos over allright.  But one video he labeled “Original” and the other he labeled“Backup Copy”. I just assumed that the second video was a duplicate of the one labeled“Original’ so we never looked at it. I tried to keep it out; but, the judge said that, while she wassympathetic, it was my responsibly to examine “ALL” the evidence.  She’sright, it’s my fault.  I let him get one over on me.” Samantha replied.Vince looked at her, anger in his face.  I guess he realized she’d beentricked because he calmed down and then asked, “How bad is it?”“As bad as it gets!” She told him somberly.In a voice too loud, he exclaimed, “FUCK!”“WHO SAID THAT?”  The judge yelled sternly and looked right at Vince. And then before he could answer, she looked around the room as iflooking for somebody to blame. “Nobody did it?  Well, the next time ithappens ‘Somebody’ is going to be in contempt.”  Then the judge turnedto Lilly and said, “You may continue Mrs. Rossi.”I looked over at Vince.  He was red faced, teeth clinched and tightlipped. The judge had given him a break.  I could tell he knew itwouldn’t happen again. Smiling again, Lilly said, “I hid one camera on the television standunder the TV and the other I placed atop the large dresser on Vince’sside of the bed.  ”“Mrs. Rossi, I’m confused.  If you placed the second camera on top ofthe dresser as you say you did, how did it go undetected by Mr. Rossiand Ms. Lemons?” asked the judge.To which Mrs. Rossi responded, “I guess they were too busy screwing eachother to notice it!”Laughter ensued throughout the entire courtroom; and, a few bangs of thegavel later, the Judge Hastings ordered that cameras be produced. The evidence bag containing the camera was opened.  The camera wasremoved from the bag and held up for all to see. For several seconds, silence filled the courtroom as all eyes stared atit.  The camera, it turned out, was designed to look exactly like avibrator.  There were a few snickers from the audience.“That’s a camera?” the judge asked.  I could hear the disbelief in hervoice.Unashamed, Lilly replied, “Among other things.”There was an outburst of hysterical laughter after which the judge, whohad turned red faced, probably from embarrassment, was forced to order arecess.As soon as we left the courtroom, the bailiff walked up to Samantha andhanded her a note.She read it and then said, “Don’t go anywhere.  I’ll be back in a second.”Samantha led Vince outside, presumably to calm his nerves. Meanwhile, I said to Rachael, “Have you seen the second video?”I hadn’t.Down the hall, someone opened the door to the courthouse letting in arush cold of wind.  It must have blow right up her black dress becauseshe shivered suddenly and I saw her teeth start chattering.“No.  Have you?”  Rachael replied.I took off my suit jacket and put it around her, then answered, “Nope. But I heard Samantha tell Vince that it’s worse than the other one.”“Thanks.” Rachael said, and then she added, “Jesus, Marty!  How muchworse can it be?”Before I could answer, Samantha walked up.  Vince wasn’t with her.“Where’s our client?”  Rachael asked.A worried look upon her face, Samantha replied, “In the bar across thestreet getting a drink, he’ll be back in a few minutes.”“What was that note about?” Rachael inquired.Then she sprung it on us, “That was from Judge Hastings.  She let meknow that when court resumes, she intends to let Sanders show the secondvideo.  Then recess for the holiday weekend. If you had any plans thisweekend, cancel them.  We’re all working!”“But we’ve already checked out of the hotel and what with the holidays,we’ll never get another reservation!”  I told her as I thought tomyself, ‘There goes my weekend!’Going into ‘boss mode’, she instructed, “Don’t worry about that, it’sall taken care of.  You’ll both be staying at Vince’s residence. He’s going out of town for the weekend and has given us full run of theplace.  He told me the place has four bedrooms.  One bedroom is beingused for storage and he is sleeping in another one. After what happened to him, he doesn’t want to go near the masterbedroom and doesn’t mind if you use it. You two can figure out who gets it when you get there.”  Samantha pausedas if waiting for us to say something.  I think we were both in shock. When we said nothing, she continued.  “Your first priority is to watchboth of those videos.  Since we haven’t had a chance to analyze thatsecond video, look at every frame of it and see if you can find anythingto help us.  Then I want you to examine the bedroom as if it were acrime scene.  If that doesn’t pan out, go over the entire file again. ”“Are you going to be joining us?”  Rachael asked.“I can’t.  Jimmy’s still sick and I’m not going to leave him with thebabysitter that long.”  Jimmy was the name of her şişli escort three-year-old son.“I’m going to drive home when court ends today, but I’ll keep in touchwith you by phone.  I’ll call you when later and see what, if anything,you’ve come up with. While you’re working at it from this end, I’ll be going over both videosand the affidavits again.”It was my turn to ask questions.  “What if we can’t find anything?  Thenwhat will we do?”“I know you two.  You’ll find something.  You always do.”  At that pointthe bailiff opened the courtroom door and called everyone back in. Before she turned to walk to the door, Samantha handed me something andsaid, “Here’s the keys.  Go on!  Get moving you two and don’t let medown!” Two hours later, after we realized that the GPS in Rachael’s car hadgotten us lost for the third time, we found someone to give usdirections and located the place.  Five minutes after that, we werewalking in the front door of Rossi’s house.Chapter Two – Change Of VenueThe first thing that struck me when I walked in the door was that theplace was filled from wall-to-wall with sports trophies. The second that grabbed my attention was the 65” plasma TV to the leftas soon as you walked in the front door. No sooner had I sat first batch of our bags down than Rachael hurriedpast me.  From the way she seemed to be moving about the room, I couldtell she was searching for something.Jokingly, I said, “Didn’t you go before we left?”“I’m looking for a phone book, smart-ass.  Do you want Italian or Chinese?”I responded with, “Hookers or food?”“Food,” She replied.  “I wouldn’t know how to expense the hookers.”I countered, “How about ‘Expert Witness?”“And what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertisethey had?”  She asked playfully.I answered, “Forensic Knot Expert.”“You’re kidding right?”I told her truthfully, “You could always try it.  I read about this guyin Great Britain last year.  He’s a member of the /International Guildof Knot Tyers but if it does, you’ll be the first one I let know.”I decided to change the subject, “I’ll finish unloading the car; andthen, I think I’ll take a look around.  It might be a good idea to knowwhere everything is… particularly the bathroom!”When Rachael didn’t respond, I looked at her to see why.  She had foundthe phone book and was busy searching through it. There was a phone in the living room.  After she’d located what she’dbeen looking for, Rachael picked up the phone and started dialing. I could hear it ringing on the other end.  A second later, she wastalking to someone.  While she was busy on the phone, I went out to thecar and retrieved the rest of our bags. After I brought them inside, I started setting up our laptops on thecoffee table.  About five minutes later, Rachael hung up the phone. During that time, she’d made two calls.“Samantha’s said to tell you that things went about how we expected theywould in court.  Luckily, there were no more surprises.  She’s abouthalf way home.  She said she’d call about midnight for an update; thatis, if we don’t call her first.  Also, the food should be here in an hour.  I hope you like Philly steakand cheese sandwiches, French fries and coleslaw.”I smiled.  Steak and cheese sandwiches are one of my favorites.  “Great!”Seemingly satisfied, she stood there deep in thought for a minute.  Thensaid to me…“I was just thinking.  She said we could have free run of the place. Why don’t we figure out how to use that overpriced entertainment systemof Vince’s and watch the videos on it?  That way we won’t have to spendany more time staring at these tiny laptop screens than I have to.”I’d gotten so caught up in what I was doing that I had completelyforgotten about touring the place.It was just about the time I deciphered the workings of theentertainment center that our dinner showed up.  As you can imagine, allwe talked about was the case. We finished eating, cleaned up the trash; and then, began analyzing thevideos.I had intended to start with the video neither of us had seen.  Withinseconds, I knew that I must have put in the wrong one by mistake becausethe image on the screen showed a clear, unobstructed, wide angle view ofthe bed. The video we were supposed to be watching had been taken from thetelevision stand at the end of the bed. “Sorry,” I said to Rachael embarrassingly when I discovered my mistake. I was in the process of getting up so I could swap it out with the otherone when I heard her say, “Let it play.  Maybe we’ll see something wemissed the first time.”“Okay.” I said and sat back down.As I resumed watching, it occurred to me that the images on the screenreminded me a great deal of the late night soft-core porn I occasionallywatch on the satellite back home. There was Vince, lying on his back atop the bed.  He appeared to be nude.Gloria walked in the room, bent down and placed her hands on either sideof his head.  Then she kissed Vince passionately on the mouth.  The kisslasted for over a minute. After breaking the kiss, she stood upright and then began slowlyundressing until she too was totally nude.I guess she wasn’t in the mood for foreplay because Gloria wasted notime in climbing on the bed and into a kneeling position over him. Once there, Gloria, who was facing him, lowered her weight until itlooked as if she were sitting, on top of him. The way I saw it, her legs were straddling his waist and their pelviseswere touching.Were the video from the camera on the dresser the only evidence, asunlikely as it seemed, there might have been a slim chance Samanthacould have argued that the couple on the screen had not actually behaving sex. The placement of Gloria’s legs was such that there was really no way totell if actual penetration was occurring.  The logic being, if there wasno penetration, then there was no infidelity. To be quite candid, Samantha would have had a better shot of convincinga motorcycle cop that she just threw up beer vomit on that she hadn’tbeen drinking! A half hour later, the video was over. I looked over at Rachael.  For some reason, she had a flushed look onher face.“Learn anything?” I asked kiddingly.Rachael giggled and replied, “Besides that fact that Gloria is ascreamer?  No, not really.  You?”“Yeah, he went to bed with his watch off.”  I told her.Puzzled, she inquired, “How is that relevant?”“It tells me Rossi planned on sleeping when he got into bed that night. A lot of guys who are getting into bed for just a booty call don’tbother taking off their watches.  A man will usually take his watch offjust before he goes to sleep or prior to getting into the shower.” She smiled. I knew what she was thinking.  “Don’t go getting your hopes up.  Thatdoesn’t really prove anything.”And the truth was it didn’t.  But it did seem to indicate that Rossimight have been telling the truth about why he got into bed in the firstplace.I put in the second video and started the player again.The screen filled with the image of a naked woman, straddling, whatappeared to be a naked man. Because she was leaning forward slightly, I could clearly see in vividdetail every inch of the woman’s wet pussy as she bounced her ample assup and down on the engorged penis beneath her.  Therefore, there was nomistaking which was a man and which was a woman. Two things dawned on me then.  The first was that the way the camera waspositioned, the only thing I could see was the back of her head.  Thesecond was that her upper body, even though moving, was blocking theface of the man she was erotically coupling. “This is useless!” I said to her.  “I don’t see what Samantha is soworried about.”It took her a few seconds to respond.  When I looked over at her, Irealized that her eyes were transfixed, almost hypnotically, on thescreen. Agreeing with me, Rachael said, “Neither do I; she’s blocking the man’sface entirely.  In fact, how do we know who she is?  This could be avideo of anyone.”  But then she stopped and exclaimed, “Oh fuck!”I looked back at the screen and understood immediately why.Almost as if on cue, the woman on the screen leaned far backwardstowards the camera and placed the palms of her hands on the man’s legsjust above his knees.  In the same motion, she arched her back upwardsslightly.  Then she tilted her chin high into the air. In that moment, everything lined up perfectly… his face, her face, thecamera.  That’s when Rachael and I knew, beyond any doubt, who the twopeople on the bed were.The couple on the screen was fucking was indeed Vince Rossi and GloriaLemons.I looked at it and exclaimed to Rachael, “Well, there goes the case! The camera doesn’t lie!”Chapter Three – Ab Inito (From the Beginning)For the next several hours we sat there watching the videos over andover again. When that didn’t get us anywhere, I took another DVD player from one ofthe bedrooms and hooked it up to the television so we could watch thevideos side by side in split screen mode.None of which helped us at all. For example, one thing we learned was that both videos were definitelytwo recording of the same event but from two different angles.  Anotherthing was that they were also of such good quality that they equaled anyprofessionally made porn movies I’ve seen.  I’d like to say that I amspeaking strictly from a photograph point of view, but I can’t.  Thesimple fact is I stayed with a massive hard-on the entire time I waswatching them.By twelve o’clock in the morning, I was tired of sitting there with anerection so I tried to convince Rachael that we were getting nowherewatching the videos. For some unexplained reason, she seemed hesitant to stop.  However, sherelented so I wrote off as stubbornness.  That’s when we began goingover affidavits in the case file and butted heads like a couple of goats.“I’m telling you, Vince is lying!  There’s no way it could have happenedthe way he said it did.”  I told her.She looked shocked. “What makes you say that?”Rachael opened her briefcase, took out a notebook and started writing in it.“What are you doing?” I asked.She looked at me expectantly, “I’m starting a list of your objections.”That’s my Rachael, organized to a fault.“We’ve been friends long enough for me to know what Vince is and is notcapable of.”  I told her candidly.Rachael conceded, “Alright, I believe you.  But, my intuition is tellingme that was set up!”“Even in the face of all that evidence?” I pointed to the coffee tablecontaining the case files.  “Sanders, has not one, but two videos.  Totop it off, he’s also got corroborating testimony from Gloria, who Imight add, hasn’t changed her story a bit from day one.”  Then a thoughtoccurred to me and I asked, “Hey, you didn’t ask her about it did you” She laughed, “No, she came to me.” “Well, what did she say?”Grimly, Rachael answered, “She denied it.  Her whole story seemedrehearsed.  I got the feeling that Gloria was trying too hard toconvince me she’d slept with Vince.  ”“I thought you two are friends?  Don’t you think she’d tell you thetruth?”  I pointed out.Sourly, Rachael responded, “We were Marty.  But, apparently, evenfriendship has its limits.”“Huh?Rachael explained, “Think about it, Marty.  Gloria knows that Lilly isan attorney and as such, an officer of the court.  If it ever came outthat the two of them were in cahoots to defraud Vince out of half themarital estate, the best thing she could hope for is a stiff fine anddisbarment.  They’d both be facing a hefty prison term for perjury.”Rachael was right, that was reason enough to keep anybody’s mouth shut.“So what makes you think Vince is telling the truth?”  I asked once more.With a genuine tone of perplexity in her voice, Rachael replied, “Ican’t put my finger on it but there’s something just not right withthose videos.  The whole thing looks setup, contrived even.”“I didn’t see anybody holding Vince down.  His hands didn’t look tied tome.  Remember, the camera doesn’t lie, does it?” I reminded her.Rachael suggested, “Just because we couldn’t see his hands doesn’t meanthey weren’t tied.”“Do you really think that Vince, a man, was overpowered by Lilly, awoman, and tied to a bed?”  I asked.Then the obvious occurred to me.“That would mean Lilly is an expert with ropes and knots. Rachael added, “That plus be a lot stronger than she looks!”“Hum, is she a dominatrix?”Laughing, escort şişli Rachael replied, “Not that I know of; but, it is possible.”“Possible is not good enough.  Tell me how she did it.  Explain to meexactly how a woman her size overcame a man and tied him to a bed. After you do that, then you can tell me how Gloria, another woman,molested him.”Rachael, hesitated a few seconds then said, “I can’t tell you how Lillytied him up; I don’t know yet.  As to how Gloria screwed him, that wasthe easy part!”It was the most outrageous thing I’d ever heard.  “Easy part?  Are youserious?”“Sure.   The hard part was tying him to the bed; the rest was a piece ofcake.”Rachael was silent.  I could tell she was thinking.“The reason you don’t know is because it can’t be done.” I told her. But since I was supposed to be considering all possibilities I said,“But, just for the sake of argument, let’s assume that Lilly did manageto tie Vince up.  You still have to explain the erection he had?” She smiled, “Every heard of messaging the prostate?”“Isn’t that a myth?”Rachael laughed, “Nope, it’s a scientific fact.”‘Where did you learn about that?’  I thought to myself; but, I decidednot to ask.“If Lilly or Gloria had done that to him, why didn’t Vince say anythingabout it in his affidavit?  Better still, why didn’t we see one of themdoing it on the video?”Making eye contact with me, Rachael queried, “How many men do you knowwould want it to become public knowledge that a woman stuck her finger,or possibly even a foreign object, up their ass?  Would you?  And, as towhy we didn’t see it on the video, it could have occurred before thevideo started.”“I see your point.  The problem is, in either case, he didn’t say it; wedidn’t see it; and, therefore, we can’t prove it.  So what’s left?”Rachael responded, “I don’t know, maybe one of them slipped him a Viagraor something?”“I didn’t see him swallow anything; did you?”  But I knew she hadn’t soI continued, “Even if one of them did, once again, Vince didn’t mentionanything about it in his affidavit.  So we have no reason to assumeotherwise.”Rachael suggested, “There is another possibility.  It might have been apurely a response to physical stimulation.  Anyway, there are other waysfor a man to get an erection, you know!”“Like what?”  I asked.Almost seductively, Rachael suggested, “Maybe Vince just simply becamearoused when Gloria got on top of him?  Tell me; if an attractive,desirable, naked woman started rubbing herself on all over you wouldn’tyou get aroused too?”“No!”  I lied. She looked at me disbelievingly. So what did I do? Did I confess and tell her the truth.  Hell no!  Itold another lie.“Take it from me; the only time a man will get aroused is if he wants awoman.” Without hesitation, Rachael asked, “Is that a fact?”“That’s right!”She laughed and said, “Why don’t I believe you?”Maybe it was because I was lying through my teeth!But, I had to say something.“Let’s assume, again for the sake of argument that you are right and, bysome as yet undetermined means, either Lilly or Gloria did manage to“get it up” for him.”She interrupted, “Or both!”“Okay.  That’s possible, kinky, but possible.  I won’t quibble over thatone.  How do you explain the fact that Vince didn’t just buck her off ofGloria as soon as she climbed on top of him?” It didn’t surprise me in the least when she said, “Because once she wasup there she locked her ankles under his legs.”“So?  I’ve known women who’ve done the same thing.  That doesn’t proveanything.”  I replied.  Then I thought about it and it occurred to meshe might be right… at least on that point.  Pride, however, kept mefrom telling her.Inside, I really didn’t want to admit that Rachael could be right.  Itjust offended my masculinity to think that a woman, any woman, couldoverpower a man and get that much control over him.Hoping it would put an end to the debate, I summed it all up for her.“Just admit it.  Vince screwed Gloria; Lilly screwed Vince after shecaught them on video.  And, Samantha got screwed when she took the case!”But Rachael wasn’t throwing in the towel, “You’re wrong Marty.  There’smore to that video than either of us are seeing.  The only explanation Ican think of is that Vince is telling the truth!”“Prove it then.  If you can convince me, you can convince a jury.”Rachael looked at me long and hard before speaking again.  Something wasgoing through her mind.  Then she said to me, “You really mean that?”There was an excited, almost devious, tone in her voice.“Absolutely!” Then she asked, “I thought men liked to feel in control.  If I proveI’m right, wouldn’t you feel as if I was threatening your masculinity? The last thing I want is something to affect our relationship.”‘What?” I thought to myself, ‘is it me or is she taking this whole thingway too seriously?’ Then I came up with what I thought was a safe response… “Rachael, don’t worry about it.  I trust you.  Do whatever it takes.”Since she seemed happy, I wrote the whole thing off to the fact that shewas probably just as tired as I was.  ‘After all’, I thought to myself,‘women can be so emotional at times.’“Why don’t we figure out whose sleeping where?”  I suggested.She agreed and we began touring the bedrooms. When we got to the master bedroom, I recognized it immediately fromvideos we had watched. No sooner had I opened the door than Rachael said to me, “I’ll take theguest bedroom.” We hadn’t even stepped into the room yet.One look at the dresser on the far wall told me why.  The entiredresser, including all the little cubbyhole slots built into the mirror,was covered in sex toys of various shapes and sizes.  The toys weren’ton the videos because the camera wasn’t aimed in their direction.  Asyou can imagine, it became clear to Rachael and I how Lilly could havehidden the camera in plain sight without it being noticed. “They are kind of intimidating aren’t they?”  I said, kidding her.Undaunted, Rachael replied, “No, I just thought if you slept here youmight develop a new perspective on things.” I agreed.  Then I told Rachael that I was going to take a shower and goto bed.I brought my bags into the room and set them in the bottom of the closetout of the way.  Then I closed the bedroom door and locked it, more outof habit than security.  Fifteen minutes later, clean and dry I lay downon the bed.  After I turned off the lamp on the nightstand, I tried togo to sleep. According to the clock on the nightstand, it was 2:15 in the morning andeven though I was tired, I couldn’t sleep. Lying there in the dark, I had time to reflect on the day’s events andbegan wishing that I hadn’t been so stubbornly argumentative withRachael.  She was the last person in the world I wanted to hurt. I knew that lately I had been becoming increasingly frustrated withmyself for not having the courage to tell her how I felt about her.  Thereason was that I was afraid she might not feel the same way about me. But now that it was beginning to affect our working relationship, I hadto do something.“Time to man up!” I said to myself and made my decision. In the morning, I would apologize to her; and, no matter what theconsequences were, tell her how I really felt. It was like a weight being lifted from my mind and immediately I beganto relax.  Soon after that, I started drifting off to sleep; and, a hazyimage began unfolding before me.When it became clearer, I could see Gloria repeatedly taking Vince’slove muscle deep inside her moist womanhood.  She was moaning wantonlylike a banshee in heat.  Vince, who was bound both hand and foot to thebed, was an unresisting prisoner of her desires.As she continued ridding him, I drifted further and further into therealm of unconsciousness and my erotic dream. Then, as if by magic, I was teleported onto the bed underneath her. When I gazed up at her, Gloria looked me straight in the eyes as ifnothing had happened and proceeded feverishly riding my erect member. ‘My God’, I thought to myself, ‘this stranger is fucking me!’ and ratherthan succumb to my desires I tried to throw her off me.  But I couldnot, my wrist were tied to the headboard. Confused, in my mind, part of me wanted to resist and part of me didn’t. Half halfheartedly, I attempted to roll over, hoping to tumble her offthe bed but soon discovered I could not.  My ankles were, as I said,were likewise bound to the foot-board. It wasn’t so much the desire to escape, as the frustration of my failedattempt, that caused me to try to buck Gloria off of me again. Desperately, I pushed my hips as hard I could high into the air.  Thattoo failed when as soon as I raised my hips, Gloria simply moved herankles beneath my legs and locked herself into position atop me. When I realized that all my efforts to escape did was aid her in fuckingme by driving my rigid member deeper inside her, I stopped movingcompletely. The longer it went on, the more pleasurable it became.  As the pleasureincreased, so too did my confusion.  Was I being assaulted, tormented,or ravished? As I was trying to make up my mind, again as if by magic, Gloriadisappeared to be replaced by another.  It was Rachael! When that happened, all doubt disappeared.  I wanted this.  I wantedher.  Even if Rachael tied me to a bed and mercilessly fucked me like amad woman; I wanted her!This, however, was not to be.  Just when I was about to begin thrustingmyself into her, like an unwelcome interloper, the dark void ofdreamless sleep came to me.  What I had, at first, thought to be a nightmare had turned into the mosterotic, if not disappointing, dream of my life!And so I slept.Sometime later, I was awakened out of a sound sleep when I felt mywrists being pulled to the bedposts at the head of the bed.  Since I hadbeen lying on my right side, I was forced to roll over onto my back asmy right arm went towards the headboard.‘Was this a dream or was it real?’ I asked myself.Immediately I opened my eyes.  The first thing I saw just before beingpulled completely onto my back was the dim red glow of the digital clockon the nightstand.  It was 6:30 in the morning and still pitched blackoutside. What light there was in the room came from the LED from the alarm clockand the now cracked open doorway.  There was a nightlight in the hallwayjust outside my room.“WHAT THE FUCK?” I exclaimed and began thrashing about on the bed onlyto find that there was something wrapped around each of my ankles.Again I asked myself, ‘Is this a dream?’Then, for a split second, I caught sight of a figure moving in thedarkness towards the foot of the bed.  I felt something tugging at myankles, pulling them in the direction of the foot-board and they toowere bound unmovable.  The whole process of tying me up couldn’t havetaken more than five seconds.  What’s more, the speed at which I hadbeen tied up was fast that all I could do was I lay there in shock. Once the initial shock wore off, I began spouting obscene threats ofviolence at whoever was in the room with me. When the light came on revealing my attacker, I could not have been moresurprised.  Half thinking it was all a dream, I was actually expectingto see Lilly Rossi or Gloria Lemons or both standing over me.  The lastperson in the world I expected to see was Rachael! And then something told me that it was all very real!Chapter Four – Disjunctive AllegationsHave you ever heard the old adage that a picture is worth a thousandwords?  Well, if that’s true, then a demonstration has to be worth amillion.  Marty had been a little too argumentative the night before and I decidedit would take more than just argument to convince him who was right.  SoI thought to myself, ‘What better way than a live demonstration?’ If he wanted proof, I was going to give it to him.Once his eyes now adjusted to the light, Marty could see me.  You shouldhave seen the look on his face.  I don’t know what surprised him more,the fact that I was standing there, or the way I was dressed.You see, while he had been sleeping, I had changed into a pair of redboy-shorts and matching sports bra.  I keep them in my workout bag forthose times when I’m on the road and want to exercise in my hotel room. I learned the hard way not to wear them in public. They’re a wee bit risqué for that.  Not that I care, but it’s kind ofdifficult mecidiyeköy to maintain a professional reputation when people you knowprofessionally make ‘Beaver Run’ jokes after seeing you jogging on thetreadmill at the gym.Perhaps I better explain.  That particular little ensemble of sportswearshows every, and I do mean every, curve of my body in almostpornographic detail.  Unfortunately, they were the only things I hadthat were tight fitting enough to allow me to move around without makinga sound. All of which explains why when Marty saw me dressed that way, he laythere silently for several seconds with drool practically running out ofhis mouth.He turned red in the face when he realized I could see what he was doingand tried to cover up by asking, “Rachael, are you out of your everloving mind?  How did you get in here?  I had the door locked.”“I picked it with the filler from a ballpoint pen.”  I answered,ignoring his question about my mental state.  I wasn’t so sure aboutthat myself!Perplexed, he asked, “But how?”“There’s a safety feature built into the locks installed in mosthouses.  It’s a hole about a sixteenth of in inch located on thedoorknob.” I went to the door.“See, on this side is the lock,” I opened the door, “On this side is thehole.  It’s there in case you lock yourself out of an interior room. Allyou have to do is stick something rigid in there and push until you heara click.”  I demonstrated by pressing the button on the doorknob lockingthe door.  Then I shoved the pen filler in the hole on the other sideuntil I heard a clicking sound.  Immediately the button popped outindicating that the door was unlocked.  “See?” Astonished, Marty exclaimed, “Well I’ll be damned!  I never knew that.”Anticipating what his next question would be. I explained…“My little brother locked himself in his bedroom when I was babysittinghim once.  I had to call the fire department to get him out.  A firemanshowed me.  So are you convinced yet?”Either Marty didn’t understand the question of he was playing dumbbecause he asked, “Convinced of what?”“That it is possible for a woman can overpower a man!”  I repliedtriumphantly.As Marty struggled with his bonds, he asked, “Couldn’t you have madeyour point some other way?”“You’re the one who said prove it to you, remember?  And no, Icouldn’t.  Anyway, you still haven’t answered my question.”Marty said nothing.  Instead, he began struggling with his bonds tryingto free himself.  But I had done a really good job of tying him up. Amused, I stood there and watched him.  After about half a minute or so,he appeared to gave up.“Finished yet?”Frustrated he said to me, “Alright, you’ve made your point.  It ispossible for a woman to overpower a man.  You can untie me now. But that still doesn’t prove that Lilly had the knowledge or skills todo the same thing to Vince.  Does it?  While you’re untying me, you cantell me where did you learned to tie these damn knots anyway?”“Don’t go anywhere.” I said, then laughed and headed out the door.As I left the room, he called to me, “Hey, wait a minute; aren’t yougoing to untie me.”“Not just yet.  I’m not through with my demonstration.”The sound of the bed shaking half way down the hall told me he wastrying to get loose again.  He stopped long enough to yell to me, “Atleast tell me where you are going?”“Don’t worry; I’ll be back in a minute and answer all your questions!” I said reassuringly.  The bed began squeaking again telling me he wastrying again to get loose.  “You might not want to struggle againstthose ropes too much.  Those are slipknots.  The more you pull on them,the tighter they become!”I went to the bedroom, picked up, and emptied my suitcase on the bed. Then I took the suitcase into the living room and filled it with items Iknew I’d need in order to continued the demonstration.The spring in my step indicated that I was really was enjoying what Iwas doing.When I reentered the room carrying my suitcase, Marty ceased hisattempts to free himself and said, “What do you have there?”I didn’t respond but rather sat it down on the bed and opened thesuitcase. “The list, remember?  And I’ve got a few pieces of evidence.”  I removedthe list of his objections I had made from the suitcase and held it upfor him to see.He didn’t say anything.“Let me start from the beginning,” I said and began showing Marty someof the certificates I’d discovered in the living room, “After you wentto bed, I went over the file again and then watched both videos a fewmore times.  Well, just like before, I didn’t find anything useful.  But then I got tired and decided to take a break.  So I put on a pot ofcoffee; and, while I was waiting for the pot to finish, I decided tolook at that shrine to outdoor life they call a living room. That’s when I figured out who the great outdoors-man in the familyreally is. I’ll bet when you walked in the door and saw all that junk on the wallsyou thought the same thing I did and that Vince, being the man, was thegreat white hunter.  Am I right?”He nodded.“That’s what I thought too.  Well, brace yourself.  We were bothwrong.   Vince isn’t the one who loves the outdoors; Lilly is.  Vince isjust what he looks like, a city boy.”His jaw dropped open.  One by one, I began showing him the certificatesI’d placed in my suitcase.“It gets better.  Not only is she an expert fisherman, hunter, marksmanand mountaineer, but she’s also been a scoutmaster for the last twentyyears.  That means that is she skilled enough with knots to be qualifiedto teach them.  Ergo, even if she’s not an expert, which the evidenceindicates she is, Lilly most definitely has the skills and experienceneeded to tie somebody up quickly.”After I finished showing them to him, I placed the certificatescarefully back in my suitcase.  Next, I retrieved three books I removedfrom the bookshelf in the living room and held them up for him to see.“Now to answer you second question as to where I learned to tie thoseknots holding you.  I found the knots in these books.” I waved them backand forth dramatically.  “I found the books on the bookshelf in theliving room.”  One was a book entitled ‘Outdoor Survival’; the secondwas the ‘The Scoutmaster’s Handbook’, and the last was a book dedicatedentirely to the use of ropes and knots entitled ‘Knots and Ropes andTheir Uses’.  “And in case you’re wondering who they belong to, they’reLilly’s.  I know that because her name is stamped in the flyleaf ofevery one of them.”“There are plenty of knots in these books that could have used.  Once Ifound one that would do what I needed, it took me less than fifteenminutes to figure out how to tie it.  I used the shoe laces from myrunning shoes for that.  The next thing I had to do was determineexactly where to place the ropes and how to secure them.  That’s when Idecided to make a late night trip to Wal-mart to buy some rope and a fewother things.  We’ll expense that later.  Anyway, after I got back fromWal-mart, I used the bed in my room to figure that out exactly where totie the ropes.  Since both beds are similar, it only took thirty minutesmore practice for me to feel confident enough to try it out on you.” Ipaused, and then said boastfully, “By the way, tying you up was a loteasier than I expected it would be.”Marty’s reaction was simply to stare at me in disbelief.“Need more convincing?”  I asked.He didn’t answer.“I take it that is a yes then?”  Again there was no answer.  So, Ilooked at the list, then put the books back into my suitcase and begantaking out items and laying them on the bed. Curiously, Marty asked, “What are you going to do with those?”He was referring to the two home video cameras I had just placed on thebed next to him.  I had picked them up also during my late nightshopping spree at Wal-mart.“You said the camera doesn’t lie.  Maybe it doesn’t; but I can provethat sometimes it doesn’t tell the whole truth.  Want to find out if I’mright?”If he had said no, I would have stopped there.  Since I was having fun,I was thrilled when he replied, “You’ve got yourself a captiveaudience.  Proceed.”I laughed.I laid my notepad and pen over on the dresser; and, then I closed mysuitcase and placed it out of sight in the hall.Returning to the bedroom, I picked up the cameras and checked thebatteries in each to make sure they were fully charged. Next, I turned the LCD viewfinders on each camera around so that imagesbeing recorded could be seen from the front of the camera.  Then, I mademy best guess as to where Lilly had placed her cameras and put mine inthe same positions on the dresser and television. I was lucky to find that the store had in stock not a long a videooutput cable for the camera I put in the closet.  I connected thecamera’s output to the plasma television.  Then I switched on thetelevision and selected the input for the camera under the television. It took a few adjustments but I finally got the field of view of eachcamera looking almost exactly the same as they were in Lilly’s videos. That accomplished, I carefully turned both camera’s viewfinders aroundso they were facing the bed.Meanwhile, Marty, who seemed intrigued by my activity, waited quietly. I guess he wanted to see what I was going to do next.As I headed towards my notepad, he broke his silence, “Now what?”“Now we go down the list.”  I replied.“You said, ‘I didn’t see anybody holding Vince down.  His hands didn’tlook tied to me’.” “Let’s see if you’re right.” I said as I approached the head of the bed. Once there, I reached behind him with my left hand and pulled the pillowfrom behind his head.“It would be easier for both of us if you raised your head.  Vince mightnot have been given that choice; or, they could have just pulled him upby his hair.  How do you want to do this, the easy way or the hard way?”Deciding to take the easy way, Marty raised his head.  When he did, Igently placed the pillow under his head and then stepped back so hecould see the camera on the dresser.  He looked at it and then at thetelevision.“Do you see any ropes?”  I asked.Stubbornly, her replied, “No, but that still doesn’t prove anything. They couldn’t be seen if they weren’t there either.”“But I’ve made my point.  While the camera might not lie, it alsodoesn’t necessarily tell the truth either.  Does it?”Begrudgingly, he conceded the point and I moved on.“Now what was it you said next?”  I looked at the notepad again. “Ohyes, here it is…‘How, then, do you explain the erection Vince had?’ and I then said,‘Have you ever heard of messaging the prostate?’  Look over at thedresser.  I’ll bet I can find something over there that could get a riseout of you!”  Then to prove my point, I walked over to it and picked upthe biggest vibrator I could find.  It was at least eighteen inches longand two and a half inches wide.  “Do you feel adventurous enough to findout?”Marty tensed up suddenly.  “You wouldn’t dare!”“No!  I wouldn’t,” I confessed, “and I seriously doubt they dideither.”  I confessed, and then put the oversized phallic back on thedresser.“But, no pun intended, that brings to the next item on the list.”“When I suggested that one of them gave him something you said, ‘Ididn’t see him swallow anything.’”  I reached into my pocket andproduced small plastic bottle half full of red syrupy liquid.“Do you know what this is?”  I held it up him to see it.He examined it, laughed and then said mockingly, “Spanish Fly!  You’rejoking; right?  That stuff doesn’t work.”“One thing I can tell you is that somebody living in this house thinksthat it does.  I found this bottle in the kitchen cabinet.  There wereeight others just like it there.  They were on the same shelf with thecoffee, tea, and soda.  Unless I miss my guess, somebody’s been mixingit with the soda to hide the taste.”As I saw the pillow move, indicating to me that Marty was trying hisropes again; he said to me, “What makes you say that?”“This particular brand of Spanish Fly just happens to come in threeflavors: cola, cherry and, my personal favorite, strawberry.  Want totake a guess what flavors of soda were in the cabinet next to it?” Marty looked up as if in thought, then answered, “They wouldn’t they becola, cherry and strawberry by any chance would they?”“Good answer!”  I said excitedly.Being argumentative again, Marty insisted, “That still doesn’t proveanything.  Maybe they just bought it and haven’t had a chance to use ityet?”“Nope, somebody’s used it.  Or, do you have a better explanation as towhy this bottle was a quarter empty when I found it?” Avoiding my question, Marty said, “Alright, I’ll concede that point.

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