The Man Without a Country
Copyright© 2023 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 2: Madera County Courthouse
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 2: Madera County Courthouse - Not thoughtful, smut. Dale's an outwardly normal family man: twin boys (6), loving curvy wife Rose, curvy stepdaughter Dee (18), steady work, drives a new F-150. But he's discovered suppressed information, and he needs to stand up for his rights. Within just weeks, his marriage is in shambles. Principles or family? And by family, eventually, we mean exaggerated group sex that includes Rose and Dee. Also (Dee's boyfriend) Dan, and Dan's mother, who are very close--and unclothed.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Crime Sharing Wife Watching Wimp Husband Incest Mother Son Daughter InLaws FemaleDom Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Big Breasts Size Nudism
The next day, Dale was up before the judge in an orange jumpsuit. The judge eyed him skeptically and told him, “The Sheriff is complaining to me about you. He says you’re taking up space he needs for violent people who need to be locked up. So I’m prepared to set bail to a nominal amount, say $200, just to get you out of our jail and back with your family. What is your answer? I’m looking for a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’”
“Judge, I’m not subject to your laws—”
“That’s a no. Take him back for transport.”
(Four Weeks Later)
The Judge looked up from his docket. “Mr. Jordan. I’m still prepared to set bail to $200, just to get you out of the county jail and back with your family. What is your answer? I’m looking for a ‘yes’ or a ‘no.’”
“Judge, I’m not subject to your laws—”
“That’s a no. Take him back.”
(Six Weeks Later)
“It’s Dale Jordan again, Judge,” said the clerk. Dale stood at the rail, an aggrieved look on his face.
“It’s the same question, Mr. Jordan, ‘yes,’ you go home, ‘no’ you stay in lockup. What is your answer?”
“Judge—”
“That’s a no. Take him back.”
(Eight Weeks Later)
“Dale Jordan, bail hearing again, Judge,” said the clerk. A noticeably haggard and hollow-eyed Dale faced him, standing unsteadily.
“Here we are again, Mr. Jordan, ‘yes,’ you go home on bail, ‘no’ you stay locked up. What is your answer?”
“Judge—”
“Another no. Transport him.”
“Sorry, Judge, yes. Yes! Can I call home for the money?”
“Sure, but tell your wife to hit the ATM, because the Sheriff will demand real US cash from you after all this foolishness. Now get out of my courtroom.”
An hour later, Dale stood in the shade at the entrance of the Madera County Jail waiting for his wife. He was wearing the clothes he had on way back when they were pulled over on the Highway 99 freeway those many weeks ago.
Rosemary pulled up in the Durango. Dale moved toward the driver’s door.
“What are you doing, Dale?”
“I’m going to drive home, like always.”
“Oh, no, you’re not. You still don’t have a license.”
“You know I don’t need one, Rosie.”
“I know the opposite. If you don’t get in the other seat, I’m leaving you here.”
“But—”
The engine was still running. Rosemary put her foot on the brake, and made a point of obviously shifting from “Park” to “Drive,” causing the SUV to lurch slightly.
“OK, OK, I’m getting in the passenger side. Don’t leave me here!”
They got underway, looking crossly at each other.
Rosemary cleared her throat and began speaking to her husband in a cold, bitter tone.
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