So PLEASE?" Okay," was all I said."Well he shoved me into his room. Then threw me onto his bed. I tried to get up, but he pushed me down. I was stupid...enough to try again, and he slapped me. He then asked me ... no he told me, "You're sleeping around. How could you, you slut?" I tried to deny it but that just caused him to slap me again. He told me since I was sleeping around and I was a slut now, and that I broke his heart that he was going to punish me and teach me to be a good girl again. He. "He spoke a few words to the computer terminal, which caused the lights to dim down and the large view screen at the front of the room to come to life. Everyone watched attentively as Laura Whiting's face, a face that looked tired and drawn from the recent stress that the woman had undergone, filled the screen."Greetings, honored ruling council of EastHem," the image said emotionlessly. "By now I'm sure you're aware of the recent events on the planet Mars and I trust that you have received our. Then take your seat. Coach Gray will be here momentarily.'Her pantie liner was past wet and she had trouble getting her hands into her waistband. She peeled off her soaked panties and set them on his desk. Then did the same with her skirt which had a damp spot on the back where she had been sitting on it. Mr. Newnen glanced at it and continued his work. When she sat down at her desk she moaned. Then the room was quiet.After a couple minutes she shifted on the seat and gasped. She put her arms. Tippy Henderson in an overt manner and his head was more often than not resting on his fist held steady on the tabletop of the defense desk.It was obvious that the strategy was not planned out well in advance because his lawyers were clueless on his testimony, and Tippy appeared fearful of the outcome.Since I was an avid reader of many diverse crime stories, I knew the risks were immense and, if I were the defendant, I would have been shitting bricks hoping that they would change their minds.I.