Then, changing the subject he asked, "Is it not a part of the responsibility of the trial counsel to ensure that the accused is capable of standing tr...al? Of participating in her own defense?" Yes, sir, it is, although we don't pay much attention to it. It has sort of become a part of the defense counsel's job — at least it was out at Subic," he replied."And who was the defense counsel?" Jack asked."I believe it was William Devers, sir." What was Mr. Devers rank at the time?" He was an ensign,. This errant cuticle deviated and traced out the foreleg that wrapped around her middle. It meant that I had to shift sideways, but that was okay. I followed the leg until it got to the taloned foot. I almost stabbed her with the nail at the point where the clever shading made it look like her skin was being pierced. She flinched and gasped, but held firm. Her nipples hardened, darkened in colour and pointed straight at me. Her breasts were quite small, but her nipples made up for the lack of. After a few moments, she seemed to breathe easier and stopped shaking. Lie back. I said simply, she obeyed, fearful of what else I might do to her. I reached under her tiny dress and pulled down her panties. I set them on her side and looked down at her for a moment, taking in the beautiful sight before me. Her face was red and wet, her body, though no longer shaking was very tense and paralyzed with fear. I lifted up her dress and smiled in contentment. A perfectly bare, child, tiny pussy. Most of the times she didn't take a shower so as not to disturb me, but some other she just had to, for she felt she was smelly or something. Mom and I had been leaving alone since I was 8.My dad had run out on us and gone to live with a younger woman from Florida and mom had never forgiven him for that.Instead, they had divorced and all I had now from him was a monthly alimony to help us economically.But I loved living with my mother and didn't want to know anything about my father, whom I.