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My Second Life

Copyright© 2013 by wcoyote

Chapter 6

Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - What if you got a second chance at life? Not going back in time (give up the internet, computers and cell phones, no way!), just a chance to be young again. This one man's journey back through high school and beyond. This is an ongoing work not a completed one. Please excuse minor grammar/tense/spelling errors. Someday I will get them all fixed.

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Teenagers   Romantic   Mind Control   Sports   DoOver   First   School  

I am setting in an interview room, dabbing at my lip with a paper napkin someone has given me. A man in a suit walks in and says that he is Detective Wollizte.

"Well, Mr Long, it seems like you have had a busy day. Your principal tells me you started two fights in school today and now we have you cold on Assault with a Deadly Weapon. Want to tell me what's going on?"

"Humm, let me think. I haven't been read my Miranda rights. I am a minor and my guardian is not here. I asked for my lawyer and identified him by name and he is not here. Nope, I don't think I have anything to say." I replied.

He smacks the table with his hand. "Kid, this ain't TV. I got three witness that all say that you walked up with a bat and attacked them. One of them has a nasty head wound to verify their story. The doctors are x-raying him right now for a skull fracture. One of the others is the nephew of the local judge. You tell me what happened and maybe we go easy on you. Otherwise you are being charged as a adult and are going to be doing hard time."

I continue to ask for my lawyer and say nothing else (always the best thing to do if arrested). Det. Wollizte leaves and a few minutes later another man in a suit comes in. He introduces his self as Mr Blaine and says that he is my court appointed lawyer. I explained that I have a lawyer and request that he contact Rube Goldsmith of Goldsmith and Goldsmith. He again insists that he is my lawyer and that I need to sign the papers that the detectives have given me. So I refuse to talk to him and tuck my hands under my arms. After a few more minutes while he accuses me of being childish because I won't say anything, he leaves and a patrolman comes in and takes me to a cell.

I set down on the bed and take off my left shoe. These idiots haven't even taken my belt or shoe laces. Definitely not big city cops. I rotate the heel of my shoe and push the button. I really hated to do it but I figured the next move on their part was a visit from three hundred pound Bubba the child molester. I leaned back, it had really been a long day.

I wake up a couple of hours later to a bunch of men yelling at each other in the passageway. I get up and stretch in case it is "Bubba". I see Rube, a guy in a robe and several state policemen yelling at the local cops.

"Nate!! Are you okay?" Rube asks me. I tell him I am fine just a little bruised. Rube introduces me to Judge Holloway, the district judge. I find out that several people are under arrest including a cop that had pretended to be my lawyer. I wonder what century these guys think they are in. I have been released and have a hearing in the morning with Judge Holloway to try and straighten everything out. John has also been released so we head for home after telling Rube to meet us in front of the courthouse in the morning.

At home, I call Lana quickly and tell her I am okay but won't be at school tomorrow. I have Judy call the school's emergency number and tell them that I won't be at school as I have to go to court. I crash knowing morning is going to come way too early.

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