Chapter 3: Judgement Day

At 8:30 I am drinking a cup of coffee when I hear the doorbell ring. I open it for my ex-wife and her red haired boss.

We do not shake hands.

“Come in. We need to talk while your daughter is still asleep.”

“What happened?”

Now for the big lie.

“It seems she was at a party with her boyfriend Albert. It must have been wild from the looks of her. Anyway they ran short of drugs and she was driven to a place to buy more. Turns out it was a sting operation. She was arrested with a felony amount and booked into the jail. The desk Sgt. was an old friend and recognized the name. He asked her if I was her father and when she said yes he called me. I brought her here since she was released into my custody. I have talked with the District Attorney and we have arrived at a deal. Jenn is seventeen so he is going to release her into my custody. She will have to live here with me and follow my orders. I will get her into a drug rehab program. If you refuse to do this or she refuses she will be tried as an adult. Probably get 2 or 3 years in the state pen for women. I can tell you right now this is going to be expensive.”

“Oh my god! This could not come at a worse time. We just closed on an apartment building that we plan on renovating and turning into condos to sell. We don’t have any spare money and I doubt if we could get another loan.”

Perfect! I could not have planned this any better!

“I have a little in savings and I am sure I can get a loan if I need it. But that will mean you will have to forego the alimony and child support.” They both look at each other. So I start again.

“If that is a problem we can always just let her plead guilty. Get her a good attorney and maybe she will get a year maybe 18 months. She’ll have a felony record which will limit her job opportunities...”

“No Bobby, do what you have to do. We’ll pay you back I promise.”

I think, “Oh yes you will, you bitch!”

“Come let’s get her up and some breakfast in her. Then you can take her home and pack up whatever she needs to live here with me.”

I walked down the hall and opened the bedroom door. Jenn was sitting naked on the edge of the bed examining her sore nipples! She screamed as did my ex-wife! I stepped back into the hall with her dad.

“Seems like it was a wild party. Is she on birth control?”

“Yes. But we had no idea. What the hell happened?”

“Those teenage drug parties get out of hand sometimes. She probably pulled a train or was gangbanged. She was so high last night I doubt she even remembers what she did.”

Red haired daddy is about to cry! His poor baby being gangbanged! The horror! Just wait asshole. He is going to get some pictures of her being split roasted by my guys maybe even DP’ed when I give them permission to fuck her ass! This guy fucked my wife while I was at work and now he is living rent free in my house. I re-think the photos. I decide he needs a video!

As we stand in the hall he wipes his eyes and we hear Momma giving hell to her daughter. Jenn keeps saying she can’t remember and is crying. Finally the screaming ends and they open the door.

Jenn is obnoxious to me as always. The drug has worn off.

“I can tell you right now if she does not lose that attitude by this afternoon she will do three years!”

Jenn’s eyes widen and she shuts up. Her mother took her arm and was leading her out of the house as I told Red, “Make sure she dresses like a school girl this afternoon. If she looks like a whore the judge will treat her like a whore, understand?”

He nodded and they left. I was smiling as they back out of my driveway! I smell a plan falling into place!

I had lunch with the judge and all was in place.

At 2pm the three of them walked into the courtroom. Wow! Jenn looks like a Catholic school girl maybe 13 years old at most. Gone is the dark make-up, the sexy blouse, the mini skirt and the black stiletto heels. Perfect just what the judge likes!

He finishes his last case, sentencing a young man to 5 years in the state pen for selling drugs. Just for fun I had two of my cop friends sitting in front of us.

“Those black boys up at Brushy Mountain are going to love him. He has such a pretty mouth,” they both laughed. There was no laughter from the family sitting next to me. I thought Red was going to throw up and the girls were about to cry! Just the reaction I wanted!

When the judge adjourned for the day we gave him a minute then I told them to follow me to the back. The District Attorney led the way. He was also on board with the plan.

In the office the D.A. explained how serious the charges were. He had added a ‘felony possession with the intent to distribute’ charge. He was talking about how she should do ten years! He argued for her to be interned at the state prison for women in Nashville. A maximum security facility!

Now momma was crying. Jenn was given a chance to talk and she said how sorry she was and how her older friends had persuaded her to go buy the drugs. She kept saying how sorry she was and she would not do it again. The judge asked what connection I had to the case. I told him she was my daughter. Then he looked at Red and asked who he was. Red explained that he was the step-father. The judge just looked at him and said, “Yeah, right.” I asked to speak to the D.A. and the judge in private. They agreed and I winked at my ex-wife as I held the door for them to leave. The fix is in she thinks.

We talk about 15 minutes working out some minor details, like when, where, how many times, etc. Then I open the door and invite them all back in.

“Thanks to your father we have come to an agreement that we all can live with. Until you are eighteen years old. You will be under the supervision of your father. He will conduct drug tests and keep a tight rein on you. If you complete this period with no problems all charges will be dismissed. If you screw up one time young lady. I’ll sentence you to the full 10 years do you understand?”

“Yes sir. Thank you.”

“Now let’s talk about you two.” It motions towards Red and my ex-wife.

“Besides what Bobby here as agreed to.” He rubs his thumb and index finger together indicating money, “I do not think he should be the only one who suffers.”