Chapter 1: The First Interview

George Jefferson---My friends call me Buck. I am a 36 year old attorney specializing in criminal defense. The county where I work does not have a Public Defenders office. All attorneys in the county are on a list and when a suspect requests an attorney the cops call the next name on the list. That’s how I ended up being called as a public defender for this case.

She is a 26 year old teacher who was caught in bed with one of her students! She was caught by her husband who called the police. The student ran off before the police arrived but left his book bag. That’s how the cops got his name. Those are all the facts I have of the case. This is our first meeting.

I am seated at a table in an interview room at the county jail. I stand as she is brought in and seated at the table across from me. She is cuffed to the table. Even in the orange jumpsuit I can tell this girl is beautiful! Her long blonde hair falls to her shoulders and she has the prettiest blue eyes! The jumpsuit she is wearing cannot hide the fact that she is stacked. I imagine 36-D! Standing almost 6 feet tall she could be a runway model. She’s a teacher?!

“My name is George Jefferson, I have been assigned as your public defender. Have you spoken to anyone even the police about your case?”

“No. After they read me my rights I asked for an attorney.”

“Good. Do not talk to anyone, especially whoever is in the cell with you, understand?”

“Yes sir. Mr. Jefferson you know my name is Suzy Jones. Soon to be the ex Mrs. Jones if I am to believe what my husband was screaming when he caught me with Jacob.”

“Jacob is the child?

“Yes, but I would hardly call that son-of-a-bitch a child,”

“In this state a 15 year old is considered a child.”

“Let’s put that aside for a moment. I would like to ask you a few questions. As I understand this public defender thing I can refuse you if I want and another attorney will be assigned to me. Right?”

“Yes but you have to have a good reason like a conflict of interest.”

“Right. Do you know me or my husband?”

“No.”

“Ever had any dealings with the company he works for, Acme Products?”

“Never heard of it.”

“How long have you been practicing law?”

“A little more than eleven years?”

“What type of law do you practice?”

“Criminal defense only.”

“I imagine most of your clients are guilty right?”

“Pretty much. Like that old attorney general said, “We would not indict them if they weren’t guilty.” I try to do the best for the client. You know, get them the best deal. Try not to let a mistake ruin their entire life.”

“That’s what I want to hear because I am guilty as hell. But there are extenuating circumstances.”

“Like what?”

“I was being blackmailed!”

I could not help smiling.

“I’m sure you hear excuses all the time but it is the truth.”

I was not grinning at her excuse for committing a crime. It was a Black Male student she was caught with. I have an odd sense of humor.

“Sorry please explain.”

I took out my mini tape recorder and she began her tale.

“This all started last summer. My husband has a client in Tampa, Fla. He was going there on a business trip and I wanted to go with him. School was out and I had time. He said I could not go, he was going to be busy and did not want to have to worry with me. This was an important meeting with one of the company’s biggest customers. We argued all weekend and he left Monday morning. I had started thinking he was having an affair with a certain secretary at the company and I just knew they were together.

Tuesday morning I called the company and asked to speak to that secretary. The receptionist told me she was on vacation! When I said that must be nice, the receptionist said what she would give to be able to spend a week in Miami. That confirmed my suspicions. My husband was in Florida with his lover!

Well I was pissed. I thought the best way to get back at him was to have an affair of my own. Wednesday morning I put on my skimpiest string bikini and went to the pool in our apartment complex.

It was a weekday morning and I was the only one there! I arranged a lounge and covered my front side in oil. I had been there maybe 15 minutes and I was about to turn over when I saw him walk up to the playground next to the pool. He was about 20 years old and in great shape. He grabbed the pull up bar and did 20 pullups as I watched. He was handsome in a Denzel Washington kind of way. Yes he was black.

After he finished he started walking away. I motioned for him to come over and when he got close I handed him the suntan oil and asked him to rub it on my back. I had him untie the string and I took off the top. I made sure he got a look at my breasts.”

I’m trying hard to imagine what this guy was seeing. I’m thinking big firm white titties with their pale aurora and long meaty nipples. My cock begins to stir in my trousers.

“I invited him to sit with me and he pulled up a chair. We talked and I found out he was in the Marine Corps and home on leave. He would be leaving that Friday for Camp Lejeune then on to Afghanistan. He was perfect for what I wanted!

After a little more conversation about my husband being out of town I invited him up to my apartment. Remember I was pissed at my husband. I wanted to make love to this black Marine in our bed.

In the apartment I got him one of my husband’s imported beers and led him into our bedroom. I excused myself and went into the bathroom to freshen up as he sat on the bed drinking the beer.

I took a quick shower to wash the oil off then put on some lipstick and a little perfume then exited the bathroom naked as the day I was born.

That kid was young and he had the stamina of a Marine. We fucked in every position possible! I really let myself go and screamed several times as I orgasmed on his black cock. We were both done about 3 pm and I went into the bathroom. I came out dressed in my robe. He had put his cargo shorts back on. He said he had really enjoyed himself and he knew he would remember it for the rest of his life. He explained that he would not able to see me again before he left (I had suggested he come back in the morning) because his family was planning a party for him Thursday at a restaurant and he was leaving early Friday morning. I thought I would never see him again.

My husband came home Friday and he was beaming. The trip went better than he expected. He took me out for a steak dinner and apologized over and over for not being able to take me with him. He promised to make it up with a vacation during spring break. We made love that night in the same bed, on the same sheets as I had with the Marine. My revenge was complete.

Then Monday night my husband came home mad as hell. It seems his secretary had used her vacation to go to Jacksonville, Florida (not Miami and not with my husband) where she had taken a job as the personal assistant for some big wheel at an insurance company! I was wrong about him having an affair with her! I was the one who cheated. I vowed to never let my jealously rule my better judgement. I spent the next three months trying to make it up to him, special meals, great sex anything I could think of to please him.

One day I was watching the morning news and I almost fainted. There was a picture of that black Marine! He had been killed in Afghanistan. They said he was a hero. He had thrown himself on a grenade and saved three of his companions. One was his lieutenant and had recommended him for the Medal of Honor! Now of course I was sad that the young man was dead. But I was also relieved. No chance he would return and contact me and my husband finding find out what I had done.

I had settled into being the loving, faithful wife. My husband worked late a couple nights a week and about once a month he had to travel but I never questioned him again.