This story is a work of fiction, a fantasy — so read it with a grain of salt and an open mind. All characters are at least 18 years of age. Voting a...d feedback is greatly appreciated, especially positive feedback and frequent ‘fives’. * Dara groaned as she awoke. The last thing she remembered was kicking Bruno’s bloody head into the bushes. After that…nothing. Her memory slowly came back to her, while at the same time she became aware of her surroundings. Her head and face throbbed painfully as. Jenkins, my nemesis and former employer, was in attendance, as well as others I had known who had probably come to gloat at my misfortune. The courtroom was only about three quarters full, though the back row, reserved for non-citizens, was entirely full. My attorney told me quite a few non-citizens had been turned away after the back row filled."All Rise!" Judge Morelock entered the courtroom and took his seat at the bench and began his usual opening remarks."The Third District Court of the. By now the food was done. And for whatever reason my cock would not go down. She kept snickering about it. We go in and take the food in. I noticed her leg was wet like she spilled her beer. I asked if she needed a towel but she declined. I noticed her shorts were so wet I couldn't keep my eyes off of them. I asked her about it she just asked if I wanted to wipe it off. I was unsure but he'll I did it. I grabbed a towel ran it up her leg but it wasn't beer. She grabbed the towel and pulled my. And you are always here, we are always together.”“Well, I’m not working at the moment,” I explained. “I have money put aside, so I don’t have to work right now. But I will again, later.” I firmly suppress the distaste I still feel for the law; there’ll be time to sort that out.“It is still not right that you will work and I will not,” he said. “You say it must be so for this time, and I understand. But how if this must be always so? You say that Danny will find ID for me so that I may have a.