Chapter 9

(Honeysuckle Heaven)

I was up on the roof of the courthouse during the following day’s lunch break.

The sky was grey and nasty looking and I expected to have to run back inside and forget my nicotine habit any moment. Usually there were a couple of the courthouse staff or one of the jurors up on the roof but the bad weather kept them indoors sneaking a smoke in the restroom like any smart person.

I harbored a forlorn hope that Gloria would be up there and we could resume our fun-making habits out of sight of any bystanders.

No such luck!

I think she was onto the fact that I was having it on with some other female at the courthouse and she took a very dim view of my promiscuous attitude. Actually, I was getting better acquainted with the head clerk of court Misty with her self-confidence melting away the more I pounded her with unrelenting passion. At the same time, Sam the boyish looking juror and I had had a recent night of unbridled closeness and I was surprised at her inexplicable shyness in bed despite the words that tumbled out of her sensuous mouth like tempting pieces of candy in front of a naughty boy. I was ashamed of the fact that Misty had witnessed my taking of the demanding Gloria from behind just to get rid of her and out of the room for us to continue our “getting acquainted” session for the first time together.

I had been watching the Prosecutor Ms. Alexandra Honeysuckle prancing back and forth in front of the jury box all morning and I was feeling a bit like I was suffering from a case of “blue balls” from my extended erection. I was so horny that I would have gone down on my knees and licked the mature but still attractive Gloria’s pretty business just to get her to help me get my cookies off and experience the release I needed so badly.

The sound of the roof door swinging shut made me look over my shoulder in hope that she had finally shown up and was ready to help me out. I was surprised to see the long flowing black hair of the lady prosecutor Ms. Honeysuckle. She seemed surprised to see me there and we were both momentarily silent because of the rules about the prosecution and the defense not having direct contact with any of the jurors.

Actually, it was her that broke the silence.

“I know you are one of the Ralphs but I don’t remember if you are number one or number two.”

I had to smile at that because I wasn’t really certain myself.

“I think I am number one but don’t hold me to it.”

“Darn it. I forgot my smokes. Do you have one I can bum from you?”

I shook one of mine out of the pack and she held my hand with the lighted cigarette in it between her palms like she wanted to keep it steady whilst she lit up.

It was a struggle for me to keep my eyes off of her pretty backside and the tight pencil skirt that looked so very tempting.

I saw her looking around to make certain we were alone and then she relaxed and I saw that she had been recently crying. Of course, that spiked my curiosity and I heard myself say,

“Is there anything I can do to help you, Ms. Honeysuckle?”

She reached out her free hand and inserted it inside my belt pulling us together and lifted her beautiful face for me with her lips open and her tongue waiting to be disturbed with erotic intent.

There was no need for words.

We didn’t have time for any serious stuff because that roof door could open any moment.

I did allow my hand to wander down her back to her twin succulent globes that had been tantalizing me for days. She made no objection to my explorations and I knew that we would have to consummate this deal sooner rather than later.

The tricky part was to do it so I was not in danger of being tossed from the Jury or causing her grief with her own superiors for breaking all the rules.

She whispered in my ear that she would visit me tonight at the hotel and I answered her with a feverish,

“I’ll be waiting for you please don’t disappoint me.”

All afternoon I kept my eyes glued to her heart-shaped backside and I came close to losing it when she bent over her desk to pick up an evidence envelope for what seemed like an eternity of building passion.

I knew Gloria and the head clerk of court Misty were watching me closely and I did everything I could to put them off the track of what I was really plotting to do with the prosecutor. Even Sam knew I was on edge and agitated about something. Hopefully they would only suspect and not find out what it was that I was planning. If I got caught, I knew it would mean instant dismissal from the case and I would be lucky to stay out of jail.

Still, the opportunity had arisen and I was not going to blow this chance to get into Ms. Honeysuckle’s pretty pants.

The afternoon dragged on like it seemed forever and I had the distinct perception the spectators thought that the prosecutor had done an excellent job of discovering motive. Of course, motive was the key to the case and the new witness’s testimony was enough to make the defendant squirm in his seat thinking about his stupidity in ever banging the victim just because she was available and willing to follow his orders without question.

The new witness for the prosecution Milly Fontaine had really nailed the lid on the coffin of Mr. Winston Sullivan was the general consensus of most of the members of the jury, myself included and it was not looking too good for Mister Sullivan as the prosecutor repeatedly showed how he had lied to the police and committed perjury in the courtroom by stating he had not had anything except a cursory acquaintance with the victim.