And I saw my son face in the window of the car before he was engulfed in flames. A sight that is burnt into my brain. There to torment me whenever I c...ose my eyes. I now became an automaton. I no longer cared what happened to me. Had it not been for the excellent defense that I received from Mandy (my defense lawyer), I would be locked up forever. As it was, Jillian (the prosecutor) did an excellent job of highlighting the school history, the fact that my late wife obviously didn’t believe me. Her right leg was jammed between my legs, and her upper thigh was pressed tightly into my groin. If Shira woke up she would be able to feel my erection now. I used my left arm and pushed her leg down as I tried to extricate myself. As I slid over the black girl I saw that the T-shirt had ridden up and one breast was exposed, fingertip sized nipple and all. The areola seemed to cover the whole end of the tit and was just a little darker than her skin color. The bottom of the shirt was wound up. Some preacher at one of them tent meetings must'a said something about the evil side or some such. 'Sinister' was the word he sometimes used. Said the boy had a sinister hand. Old Lem he'd to go out and be saved 'most every time one of them revivals came through here. Then he'd go right back to the drinkin' and cussin'." Mother's dead right about that. Lemuel liked them meetings and all that hellfire talk, but his wife now, she favored dances and assemblies and quilting bees and cider parties. Marianne shook her head sadly, pointed at her watch and mouthed the words, "One minute to go."I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I couldn't believe she was doing this to me.The woman holding my skirt held it up in the window, prompting a laugh from her fellow patrons.Marianne mouthed "30 seconds".How could I walk home from here dressed like this? It was almost ten miles. My feet would be swollen and probably bleeding by then. And Marianne was right. I'd have to get someone to let me in. Either.