After my first full day at home I slept down on the couch as Christina was mad at me for taking Christopher to see his dad. For the first time though since we were actually communicating albeit her rather loudly for what to me seemed like simple things I did sleep rather well in spite of the discomfort caused by my shoulder. That was a good thing as at the start of my second full day at home the issues with our marriage had to take a back seat as I had to fly back to California. Apparently the sheriff decided he did not like being bullied by an insider of the federal intelligence community. I was able to catch a ride on a private flight and landed at a small private field. My lawyer was there to pick me up with his everlasting grin; I knew it had not gone well during his golf game. I asked when I walked into the grand jury what would I be walking into. He commented that was a separate issue, I did not see it as a separate issue. Not able to wear a jacket properly it was only draped over my shoulders as I walked up the steps of the courthouse through the mob of reporters. There were questions thrown my way but I held my tongue. Inside the sheriff was waiting, he commented he had never seen anything like this. I only nodded. I had never actually been before a Grand Jury though I had sat in on my share of subcommittee hearings both in DC and in New York at the UN not to mention sitting in on the body meetings of others countries governing bodies as an adviser.
It was rather simple I swore in and told about my interactions with the detective the other night. As they asked me numerous questions concerning the man's life and history I had to tell them I did not know. When they changed subjects and asked about my assaulting a certain gentleman before hand, I sat back in my chair and looking at each one of them before I answered I then told them as I looked at my arm it seemed they were mistaken as I had not attacked anyone. I was told I was under oath and I told them if they did not believe me they could choose to prosecute and I believed they would find the sheriff at the moment more than willing to arrest me. The discussion went down hill and by the time I left the building I had been read my rights by the sheriff himself, after which he walked me next door to the county jail. I may have never gone before a grand jury but being put behind bars was something that had happened on more than one occasion. I took the roughing up quietly but what I did not take sitting down was the little party the guards had let a few of the residents plan for my introduction to the neighborhood. When they came back into the showers where I had left the shank in my thigh, thankfully there was more than just the friends of the detective. Limping out I told them some of the locals slipped on a bar of soap. My trip to the hospital was in the back of a secure van wearing the lovely orange suit with one leg cut out of it as an astute nurse at the jail had refused to let one of the attending guards pull it out. I was out long before any anesthesia was administered. When I awoke I was in a private room in a regular hospital, and I was not leaving as I was handcuffed to the bed. When the doctor walked in thankfully it was the same doctor who had worked on my ribs which at the moment were screaming.
He asked if he really wanted to know, I shook my head and said it was more or less a misunderstanding as a few boys had mistaken me for someone who needed a personal companion. He laughed and said he was not sure he would think of it that way. I asked if they were okay and he said amazingly other than they had been asleep and had a few minor cuts and bruises there was no serious damage to any of them except for their pride but as the feds were now involved they were also talking. When the suits walked in I recognized the lead who asked what had I started. I told him to pardon me if I was not all that hospitable but I had ribs broken and had been stabbed in the leg and by my passing out I was assuming the shank had hit an artery. He asked me if that was all, because it sure sounded like I was complaining. I asked if I was still under arrest and both men looked at each other. The special agent who I knew from his time overseas said for the moment I was not going anywhere nodding I told him to make sure to put in writing as to the reason why and give it to my lawyer. Laughing as he walked out he told me he had seventy two hours unless he used the Patriot Act. I asked if I could at least have use of a computer so I could communicate with my wife. His partner said he did not foresee a problem with that.and would talk to my lawyer. When the doctor came back in with a nurse she turned on the television and asked what I would like to watch; I told her to leave it off as I needed to do some thinking and sleeping. The doctor told me if I needed anything to speak up so the boys just outside the door could hear me.
I was left alone for the next several hours, which was fine with me as I did need to do some thinking. As I lay there I started with what was most important to me, my family. I know I had been a jerk for the last sixteen years, but never in any of my worst nightmares had I thought my wife would go to the extremes she had gone to.when she could have called the office and sent a message that she really needed me. I knew I could have done the same but with her having an affair and admitting it but never actually apologize for that well I figured as I lay there I had been waiting for that call. Fifteen years of mostly being gone and that overseas never staying in one spot as I bumped around the globe mainly going to places most did not want to for what a few tidbits of information or a few dollars which I never really used other than to send to my wife. I don't know what other men thought but the idea of my wife sleeping with and making love to anyone other than me was bothersome. The reality that yes I had given massages to women and in the case of a shared acquaintance in the form of a very leggy super model I provided the catalyst for her well release. I had to tell myself they were called orgasms and the woman did not care how she got them. What I had not told my wife after each of those instances which were actually few and far in between I would head deep into the nearest desert in a deep depression. The fact that many of those deserts had American and UN forces running around them and all sorts of opportunities for someone who had the ability to do the civil engineering on the building and rebuilding projects as well as oversee the project meant even in the desert I had something to keep me occupied. I sat there and realized that most of those projects included modern smart technology which constantly was being upgraded and this is how I helped keep people in the know on information. Looking at my bracelets I admitted that in reality I was a spy. posing as an engineer. Thinking about I was not even sure I could completely separate the company from its connection to the Intelligence community if I wanted to. The third part of the equation was the side work I did designing the properties and remodels for a fairly hefty client list, a lot of the money I had cached just in case, came from these side jobs which were very lucrative.
Looking at the cuffs I told myself it would be so easy to just tweak the truth and tell the sheriff I attacked that over-sized brute just for fun because i wanted the petite blond all too myself which was not true. Shaking my head I admitted to myself technically that was not true as anyone of those seven or all of them would have found me in their bed if I was not married. For me that was the key, I had said I do and that was it. Never mind the fact Christina and I had been so in love when we were young the truth was we did not know each other. Feeling the depression kick in I turned my mind to the matter of those young women who had been raped by those brutes and I saw the faces of the numerous women I had over the years come across in those desert countries who had just been raped or were getting raped and would never be able to tell anyone as in the culture in their political system women were more or less property and if they happened to report that rape well beatings, more rapes or even death was what they could expect. Not having to operate under the same rules the military were shackled with I had stopped several instances and the men were just casualties in the wars which were not really wars. As I looked out the window I thought about the people who had to live under that archaic system who were not actually apart of it. Men, women children who lived under the constant threat of brutality at what in my opinion were street thugs in different clothing kind of like there two athletes. I knew I could not save the world but I could help here even if that meant spending the rest of my life in prison. For a moment I admitted that much of my worries would just disappear in the American prison system. Oh I had not doubt there would be battles to fight but I also knew all I needed to do was find the top dog and knock him off the house and take it over. It would be another night and day before anyone other than the nurse under the watchful eyes of someone who would not hesitate to put a bullet in me if I tried to leave came in. My mentor came in with a two attache cases accompanied by my wife and my old handler.
I looked at the bracelets and he told me not to worry just as soon as I went before the judge for my bail to be set, I nodded and said I figured as much. Christina called time out and asked why was I going to trial, my mentor told her since they had not wanted to do anything about those two over sized baboons it was time to put them on trial by letting her husband get charged for assault and battery. Christina pulled her hair up and looked worried. I called her over and told her it would be okay. She bit her lip and told me it could also go badly and I could go to prison. I nodded and then surprised myself and told her if that happened I wanted her to divorce me and go back home find someone who would treat her right and settle down. She shook her head and I told her we both knew the other option would only make us hate each other. Tears rolled down her face and finally she told me no she was going to walk down that aisle even if it meant she had to use a walker. I smiled knowing full well that if I went to prison I would not be leaving and looking at my mentor he confirmed it. After a half hour of letting her cry I told her sell the place in Colorado and move home. Nodding as she wiped her eyes she told me Christopher had made a decision that I was his dad. I told her I had not known we got a choice in the manner and she reminded me I chose her dad and he chose me, smiling I told her I had always thought because of extenuating circumstances and because we had love for the same women we came to an understanding. My lawyer cleared his throat and said to start off with he had several offers on that house and if he was to recommend one there was a company out of South Carolina close to where we were from that was offering twice what we were asking. My wife's eyes lit up and said she would take that one. My old handler pulled out some paperwork and told my wife to look it over and she also had the agreement already signed by her partners on the sale of her share of the business. Overwhelmed she handed both contracts to me. I glanced up at the old man when I realized I was buying my own house or rather my wife's house as my name was not any titles or deeds which was the same with the company which though I was the sole owner it was through a myriad of legal entities from various states. On the books I was just a senior engineer who had a nice six figure income.
Most of the contract was standard but as I read the addendums they included the loan agreement which essentially made my wife the banker on what had otherwise been a simple land contract. I told her I think she might like this contract as she would actually retain ownership on the property until the loan she was extending to the buyer was paid off in full. She asked what that meant; smiling I told her to leave the furniture and use it as a vacation home and accept the monthly check on the interest only. I handed the land sale contract over to my mentor who told her over dinner with her lawyer present he could go over the details and answer any questions. Her sale on the medical group was even more straight forward but would have a hefty down payment and she again would carry the note it too was already signed by her partners and I wondering where they were getting the down payment from skimmed through until I found the loan agreement where one of those legal entities an LLP based out of Virginia was providing the cash for a descent return rate with an interest only payment schedule which would for all intensive purposes make me the owner or their building and equipment as they had used it as collateral. As I handed it back my mentor told me to meet his knew assistant or one of them and she would be taking my deposition and hopefully could see about me getting some time on my feet. He left with my wife who looked back and gave me that look asking if this was real. I nodded and and smiled, my handler told her she would see about getting her a conjugal visit for later that evening. When my wife was gone one of the suited guards came in and unlocked my cuffs and told me as he set up the computers we had four hours to work. My legs were stiff and well one was still sore so I had to have my handler help me; as I felt her hand on my backside I told her I thought she was batting for the other team. Laughing she told me it made a good cover. As I sat down to a computer sandwiches were brought in by the nurse who sat at one of the four computers and told me she had found some of the videos of my wife and had put a trace on them.
Immediately I was in my zone and was skimming through videos and of my wife having sex with six different women mostly one at a time but there were occasions when all seven women were together. I was able to trace a stream back to its source and once I had that well with three very good hackers working after I found the faces of men who came in periodically to check the equipment and rifle through my wife's lingerie drawers I destroyed the sight and sent out a nasty surprise to the sights which had apparently been sold the videos. The nurse told me it would have been nice if they could have gotten some more info on where that server had been located. I told her we had the address and my guess the server was in a large farm and all she needed to do was keep an eye out for a farm making some really large purchases of new servers and while she was at it start poking around to see what other sites were down. She looked at me and asked how and I told her she had to take baby steps but essentially I performed a lobotomy on the servers. She was on the phone to others. The guard who had been keeping time at the door looked at his watch and shook his head as we had accomplished that in less than two hours. With time to spare I asked how the search for other women was going. My handler said it was huge but getting them to agree to testify well that was another story. I asked the guard if he was FBI he shook his head and I asked if he had any contacts in the FBI. When he nodded I told him it seemed to me that if two serial rapists were being allowed to do so across state lines and they were all being covered up there was organization there and with those big contracts and the possibility of future pay outs at the legal gambling establishments and illegal establishments well it would be a really nice way to clean money so that it was not so clean it would attract attention. My handler said it would never work and I told her that that along with her sending out free vacations to the nice warm deserts of sunny southern California I would almost bet she would have a few more come forward. She told me there were over a five hundred so far. Smiling I told her she had better book a resort large enough to hold them and their mothers and tell her senior partner as soon as that can be arranged he wanted to go to trial on his suit against those two boneheads and their go to boy and the county. I then told her that why she was at it I wanted her to subpoena every officer, detective, medical personnel and prosecutor who did nothing.
Her only question was who was paying for it; smiling I told her she would find my company had some rather large cash reserves and since I would be asking for damages plus legal expenses. As she packed up the computers and put readied the attache cases to be carried out she studied me for awhile and then asked if she had not been gay would I have slept with her. I lifted my hand and showed her the ring and told her as long as that was on my finger no but if it had not been there I would have changed her mind about being gay. As we reverted to our roles and the changing of the guard happened the nurse waited and then with the new guard explained that it was time for my bath and it was easier to bath a patient who could walk in the shower. When they made sure I was cuffed to one of the handicapped bars I had expected to be allowed to wash myself but realized with my right hand tied up and my left hand more or less still useless with it short range of motion. I had been bathed by nurses before but never in the shower and never by one who stripped down to keep her uniform dry. I grumbled the whole time and she seemed to find that fun; as she dried me off she told me if it came to it and they would not let my wife back in to visit she could come back and help. I told her as much as that might sound fun to her the answer was no; holding up my ring I told her that still meant to something to some folks including me. How they managed it I do not know but Christina came back and the detective on the case was with her and did a thorough search of her and as she donned a hospital gown was told at six am she needed to be dressed and ready to go. She uncuffed my wrists and told me she hoped I knew what I was doing.
I shrugged and told her I had no idea what she was talking about as it was the DA's decision to charge me with aggravated assault and battery for defending myself while I was unarmed against a knife wielding assailant, not once but twice and not to mention being assaulted by an officer while I was cuffed and to think why they would not charge those sexual predators was a crime. There is something about the wheels of justice, in the hands of mindless bureaucrats who are more interested in their careers it moves slow so even before I was scheduled to appear before the superior court judge, a federal prosecutor who was planning n boosting his career to the next level was filing charges in federal court against the detective while at the same time my attorney was filing a civil lawsuit against the county, the officer and the two athletes at the state level, I have no doubt he and his assistant who were about to bring on two more assistants plus a number of interns who also happened to have felt at least one of those men do unto them something which should have never happened. Over seven hundred witnesses showed up with either their mother, their counselor, an aunt, older sister or grandmother. Instead of the media focusing on me having six hundred young women all of whom fit that girl next door image in one hotel all opening up to reporters caused the judge to in the civil case to put a gag order on everyone and ban the media from questioning witnesses as she also moved the date up. As for my criminal case that was taking a little longer as the two star witnesses stories were changing as several more civil suits were brought against them including a class action law suit naming them their high school, their university and the pro team which had signed them as starters as co-defendants to which I was subpoenaed as a witness for the plaintiff and the defense. When I finally did go before the court on my criminal matter the DA for some reason chose to pursuit the case and charged me with aggravated assault and battery with special circumstances to which I plead not guilty.
That night Christina was brought to my room was the night I told her until we walked down the aisle I wanted to refrain from intercourse was in some ways a breakthrough for her though dammed frustrating to me. Like civilized adults we talked through our boundaries and she informed me she was going to counseling in a group setting with the six other women. The fact the FBI had gotten involved and was investigating the sheriffs department with a fine tooth comb as I went back to jail as I told the judge through my lawyer I was not seeking bail on the account the DA felt I would be too big of a flight risk only made the DA looked vindictive and reporters began hounding him. Something I had been taught early on when I was doing social engineering was not to pay too close to the media as they were fickle and would only distract you meaning I was to use them but I should not watch what they were reporting particularly on the televised news. It was far easier to go straight to the wire services. and the online versions of print media. When someone finally decided to take a closer look at me all they could find out was I was senior engineer with my company who used an alias when I moonlighted as a producer. Juggling four trials would have been difficult but my mentor was a pro at negotiation and the judiciary was a tight bunch and liked his gatherings out on a golf course all of which were either private or for members only. Why he ran my criminal trial which was still in the discovery stage, I spent every day of my civil case being shuttled back and forth by men in suits. I would have worn a suit but at the advice of my wife went for the fatherly type look wearing denim slacks, my boots and usually a sweater with reading glasses. It was Christina who took it upon herself to dress me. With the long hours my leg was taking its time to heal as was my arm which I had injured in the scrap during my first day in jail which every night after court I returned to usually missing the evening meal.
Not being able to work out and with my irregular meal times I was losing wait which caused a young reporter to look into why and she found they were not feeding me in jail or making sure I got the proper medical care, it was Christina who realized I had an infection in the leg and on the day I was supposed to take the stand I was put back into the hospital. While in the hospital the county supervisors and the governor came to see me. My mentor had forced a no photo op policy and had wanted to tweak it for this one occasion and i told him absolutely not as these people who were the guardians of the law were sitting with their heads stuck in the sand hoping they would survive when the sky fell. The commissioners explained finally there was no way they could afford all the trials they were involved in. I told the lot that it seemed to me their options were laid out particularly when you considered that when this was over regardless of what a jury if they could find one that did not know a thing about this case or have an opinion thought of me they would be reading six hundred stories that pointed out they did not care about the well being of our daughters and would rather see a football game than insure the safety of our children. When they looked to the governor who I thought was a moron he a true politician said he could not argue with me and would be asking the state bureau of investigation look into the sheriff department and the DA to see exactly why they were on a bender to see an innocent man to be imprisoned for the crime of helping a damsel in distress. As the commissioners left the governor said they would need to talk about my pardon. I told him the truth I was not going to give a dime to his re election campaign and I might just move to the state and run against him. When he was done trading jabs he asked on a serious note what could we do to see the end of this as the feds were talking of holding back some much needed funds. I told him as a tax payer I was glad to hear that. When he asked why I did not like him I told him I had seen what he had been doing to this great state as I had been using as a home away from home for over sixteen years and he was everything that was wrong for this country and the state in living flesh and he should go back into retirement and stop living off the backs of the people.
He told me if he understood what I told him correctly the contracts my company our the one I worked for which had contracts with the state did not want them anymore. I told him to hold on for one moment called in the young reporter and told her that effective immediately the contracts Field Engineering Services had with the state of California to maintain the security protocol on their information systems was being cancelled immediately. Looking at the governor I told him know I did not want his contracts and would not be coerced or bullied by a man who would not take a stand when he heard the young women crying and only took a position when it became evident it was going to hurt his chance for re election and now I would like to rest and leave him up to whatever it was they paid a governor to do. Medical staff encouraged him to leave as their patient was past due for his afternoon medicine and nap. I made sure the photographer got to see the wound on my leg which had started to go viral. The reporter told me she had voted for the man and shrugging in pain I told her that was because she was young and did not yet have daughters of her own because when she did she would notice when men tried to look down their shirts.as I pointed to her.
Tired of living behind the veil of silence and political correctness.
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