My Second Life
Copyright© 2013 by wcoyote
Chapter 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - What if you got a second chance at life? Not going back in time (give up the internet, computers and cell phones, no way!), just a chance to be young again. This one man's journey back through high school and beyond. This is an ongoing work not a completed one. Please excuse minor grammar/tense/spelling errors. Someday I will get them all fixed.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Romantic Mind Control Sports DoOver First School
I am setting in an interview room, dabbing at my lip with a paper napkin someone has given me. A man in a suit walks in and says that he is Detective Wollizte.
"Well, Mr Long, it seems like you have had a busy day. Your principal tells me you started two fights in school today and now we have you cold on Assault with a Deadly Weapon. Want to tell me what's going on?"
"Humm, let me think. I haven't been read my Miranda rights. I am a minor and my guardian is not here. I asked for my lawyer and identified him by name and he is not here. Nope, I don't think I have anything to say." I replied.
He smacks the table with his hand. "Kid, this ain't TV. I got three witness that all say that you walked up with a bat and attacked them. One of them has a nasty head wound to verify their story. The doctors are x-raying him right now for a skull fracture. One of the others is the nephew of the local judge. You tell me what happened and maybe we go easy on you. Otherwise you are being charged as a adult and are going to be doing hard time."
I continue to ask for my lawyer and say nothing else (always the best thing to do if arrested). Det. Wollizte leaves and a few minutes later another man in a suit comes in. He introduces his self as Mr Blaine and says that he is my court appointed lawyer. I explained that I have a lawyer and request that he contact Rube Goldsmith of Goldsmith and Goldsmith. He again insists that he is my lawyer and that I need to sign the papers that the detectives have given me. So I refuse to talk to him and tuck my hands under my arms. After a few more minutes while he accuses me of being childish because I won't say anything, he leaves and a patrolman comes in and takes me to a cell.
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