Chapter 28

The first thing the judge did on Tuesday afternoon just when the trial was supposed to start back up again was to shut everything down and dismiss the jury with the caution not to discuss the case with any member of the press. His explanation was that the case had taken a new direction and it would be necessary to convene a new grand jury to continue any processing of new charges against the defendants.

Most of the jurors seemed disappointed because they had gotten into a routine that centered around the trial and they had assumed they would be there for the final verdict.

I never got the full story on the cause for the dismissal of all charges but my Uncle Joe informed me that once politics got involved the prosecution case was doomed.

Frankly, I had no urge to know all the details because the end result was so beneficial.

Julie had set up a little living area in the office for me to relax and watch television or read a book in peace and quiet. It also doubled as our little “go to” space for love-making whenever the urge hit one or both of us. That saved me the expense of maintaining an apartment and I really didn’t miss it. I suspected that in the back of her mind it insulated me from the temptation of bringing a new female acquaintance back to my place for a little slap and tickle.

I didn’t mind Julie’s manipulation of my lifestyle because we were legally married even though we had both agreed it was in name only. Thinking back on it, I realized I had no regrets other than a sense of loss at my bachelorhood freedom to screw any female I took a liking to and understood I was getting a little too old for that kind of crap anymore.

Besides, it was nice having Julie there to do the laundry and make the bed and fix me something to eat like we were truly man and wife. Even with her swollen baby bump she was still a better lay than most of the young broads that thought they were doing you a big favor to bend over and let you pull their panties down for a bit of fun. I’m not saying that I was giving that lifestyle up completely, I was just cutting back on the frantic pace of chasing pussy morning, noon and night like in my younger years.

When we went out to eat at a restaurant, I noticed that other females tended to avoid looking me straight in the eye with that kind of look that let me know they were considering their options. It was obvious that Julie’s big belly was a sort of signpost to them that I was “off limits” at least until after the birth and things were back to normal. Strangely, that didn’t bother me because I was happy with the lack of pressure and was able to relax more than ever before.

My sister came all the way in to the Big Apple from the left coast and made a nuisance of herself in my office for the entire next week. I got her things like theater tickets on Broadway and shit like that to keep her off my back and out of my hair because we never really saw things eye to eye like close siblings. She got real friendly with my Julie and kept pumping her for info on who the father was and when was he coming back into her life.

She kept on chattering and looking at Julie’s big belly and throwing a look in my direction and I knew exactly what she was thinking although she kept her silence.

Needless to say, neither of us let on that we had tied the knot because it was really was none of her business and she was my employee and I was her boss.

One time she came back into my man-cave and saw us kissing with me with my big paw on Julie’s ample backside like she was my property forever and a day. I saw the immediate frown on her face and really watched my actions after that because I didn’t want any lecture from her about knocking up the poor girl and spoiling her life with her supposed intended before she even got started. Thankfully, my sister never got the suspicion that we were actually married because we never really acted like a couple in public.

It was only after she was gone that I realized that I probably should have told her the truth and admitted we were married but that would have involved giving up a lot of other details about our personal relationship that I had no intention of discussing with my relatives at this point in the game.

I had turned in my final report to my Uncle Joe about the mugs over at Internal Affairs and Julie and I were able to relax and pay attention to some of the other cases that had lingered while we gave the murders and the dirty cop crimes our full attention.

One case in particular had caught my eye with a young widow accused of poisoning her new groom with mushrooms she had picked in the country.

Mrs. Johnson sashayed into our office on a rainy Monday morning with rain on her umbrella and tears in her eyes for her recently departed better half.

Right from the get-go I saw that Julie had taken an instant dislike to the petite brunette with an ass shelf that looked like it was structurally free-standing and a miracle of feminine construction. She had a pair of high heels on her that seemed out of place for a widow dressed in black and mourning the demise of her brand new husband.

When the walked on those heels, her below the waist goodies wiggled and wobbled like a bowlful of jelly because she was one of those emancipated females that never wore a girdle and had no visible panty-line leading me into depraved speculation about her choice of undies.

Julie typed up her entire statement and I could tell from the way she was turning up her nose that she didn’t believe a word that came out of that beautiful woman’s mouth.