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Woods World
by Kelliswan


Chapter 12: In the Arms of the Law

When Chief Jensen arrived at the Lindonfield Baptist Church, he found
Commissioner Arlan and George Clancy, the beefy CEO of Clancy 
Contracting, waiting on the front steps.

Having exchanged pleasantries with Clancy, the chief said, "Made any 
progress?"

"Nothing I didn't tell you on the phone," the contractor reported.  "The
door is proof against my oxyacetylene torch.  Didn't even stain it.  I 
don't know what kind of metal that torch won't cut.  And the 
cinderblocks that touch the door frame are solid as the door.  You can't
scratch them with a pickax or even a carbide bit.  Never heard of such 
cinderblocks!  But we didn't have any problem with the adjacent blocks.
Removed the next line of them with no trouble."

"What did you see then?"

"Dirt, grey dirt.  No surprise there.  That john is in the church 
basement."

"Dirt.  Jeffers didn't seem to know that, did he Arlan?"

"No, he didn't.  Said the door should open to an open field on that side
of the church."

The chief cocked his head.  "Arlan, tell me again what you saw when 
Policewoman Homeboro opened that door."

"Woods.  With sunlight shining down."

"That's impossible," declared Clancy.

"I saw it too," said the chief.  "And so did Jeffers."  He gestured to 
the contractor.  "Let's see what you've got."

They followed him into the building and down the stairs and on through 
the ladies' room door at end of the basement hall.  The restroom 
interior was much altered.  Several stalls and toilets had been removed
on the right, leaving holes in the floor.  The row of sinks and mirrors
remained on the left.  Now the mysterious door, clean and untouched, was
visible all the way across the large room.

The second column of concrete blocks to the left of the door had been 
removed to the height of a man and stacked under the sinks to the left.
The chief drew close, put a forefinger into the opening and rubbed the 
material beyond it.  Withdrawing the finger, he rubbed it against his 
thumb, brought it to his nose and sniffed.

"Grey clay," was his conclusion.

"Typical of this area," Clancy contributed.

"That can't be," said Arlan positively, "unless your dickless Tracy 
can walk through solid earth."

The chief tried the doorknob, which still refused to turn.

He said to Clancy, "Did you try smashing this knob?"

"Oh, yes!  Slammed it with a ten-pound sledge, over and over.  No 
effect, not even a scratch.  Except on the sledge.  That's impossible 
too."

"I tell you, Clancy," said the chief, eyes glittering, "several of us 
saw my policewoman open that door -- it swings away from you -- and walk
into some woods.  I would've followed right behind her except she 
slammed the door."

"'Slammed the door?'"

"Well, somebody or something sure slammed it -- nearly caught her hand."

Clancy pointed to the tall opening in the wall.  "Look for yourself.  
Behind that door is solid earth."

"Behind this opening is solid earth," the chief corrected.  "You don't 
know what's behind the door.  I hired you to find out.  When can you 
spare that back hoe?"

"Its job will take another week."

"Can't you rent another one?"

"Have to get it trucked in from Delton."

"Truck it in."

"You know you're talking thousands of dollars."

"Chief ..." warned Arlan.  "The city's budget won't stand for it."

"You got another suggestion?"

The councilman drew himself up.  "As a matter of fact, I do.  I think 
you ought to call in the Feds or the State Bureau of Investigation at 
least."

"On what grounds?"

"Or you ought to call the physics department at State College.  
Clancy's right about one thing: what we've seen here is impossible.  And
you've got some evidence -- that video from the library.  Hell, this 
indestructible door itself makes great evidence."

Slowly the chief nodded, musing, "Anybody will want to dig out behind 
that door."

"Let _them_ pay for it!" advised Arlan.

The chief took a deep breath.  "That idea has merit.  What we've got 
here makes no sense at all.  It's mind blowing for something this 
strange to happen in Lindonfield!"

Clancy asked, "How many women are missing?"

"Two women and four girls under 20, all gone in the last five months."

"And you think all of them passed through that door?"

"No.  We've got another weird door in the city library.  The first three
went through that.  At least that one will open."

"Open to what?"

"Would you believe a closet?  Unless a woman opens it.  Then it's the 
woods again."

Clancy only stared.

The chief sighed.  "All right.  Not much point in hanging around here, 
is there?  Let's go back to the office and figure out who to call.  It's
time to push this upstairs."

At the hall door Clancy paused to look back over his shoulder and shake
his head -- but as he watched, the scene changed.  He froze but quickly
recovered.  "Good god!  The door just opened!"

The other two, already in the hall, quickly reversed with wide eyes.  
They saw Debbie, still in uniform, push through the far door, which had
swung out of sight into clearly visible sunlit woods.  Following close 
behind her were four teenagers and one other woman, all cleanly if 
casually dressed.

The women paused.  The two groups stared at each other across the length
of the restroom.  No one noticed the door behind the women fade away.  
In a second it was gone, leaving the original painted cinderblocks in 
its place.  The only remaining evidence that the indestructible door had
ever existed was the tall gap where cinderblocks had been removed by 
Clancy Construction, through which grey dirt was still visible.

Debbie spoke first.  "Hello, Chief!"

Eyes round, he gasped, "You're back!"

She looked over her shoulder, checking on the others, and said, "We're 
all back, sir, all that were missing."

Councilman Arlan spoke with great feeling.  "Where have you all _been_?"

She gulped, eyes on the chief.  "That will be in my report."

"All of you back!" breathed the chief.

"Yes, sir."

The chief squared his shoulders.  "Good work, Homeboro."  He unclipped 
his monitor radio, brought it to his mouth and pressed Transmit.  "Who's
in the ready room, Betty?"

The device squawked in the feminine register, unintelligible to the 
other listeners.

"Good.  Tell them to get in the van and come to the Baptist Church at 
top speed.  Yeah, they can use the siren.  And tell Rocky to put more 
chairs in the conference room.  No, it's not a SWAT case."

After its final squawk he returned the device to his belt and addressed
the women.  "I'm very glad to see you.  All of you.  The whole town has
really missed you.  I've ordered some transportation.  Let's go upstairs
and wait for it."

Sandi nudged Debbie.  "I gotta go."

"So do I," said Amy.

"That's three of us," added Sonny.

The chief looked at Clancy, who nodded and gestured to his right.  
"These two stalls still work."

The chief motioned with his head.  "All right, men.  Let's give them a 
moment.  Homeboro, keep a lid on things, will you?"

"Yes, sir."

When the door closed behind the men, irrepressible Daisy asked 
mirthfully, "How'll we pee with the lid on?"

Debbie explained, "He means don't let you cook up a story.  And boy, do
we ever need one!  Sandi and Amy, go ahead and pee if you really need 
to."  She looked at Lola and lowered her voice.  "We could be in big 
trouble, you know."

The other woman's eyes narrowed.  She nodded.  "For contributing to the
delinquency of minors."

"Exactly.  If not worse."

Lola thought for a moment.  "I've already told my parents the whole 
story of Woods World."

"Will they testify?"

"They might.  I've got an idea how to handle this, which will cover us 
whether they do or not."

"Let's hear it.  And be quick."

"It'll be hard on you."

"I said, 'Let's hear it.'"

"Listen up, girls.  Here's what we ought to say."


* * *


In the police station the women, all except Debbie, were led to the 
conference room and given seats at the long table.  At his order Debbie
followed the chief into his office.

"Close the door."  He took his seat behind the desk and stared at her, 
standing before him.  "Homeboro, I told you to look around.  What the 
hell have you been doing for almost two weeks?"

She bit her lip.  "You want the honest truth, chief?"

He studied her, eyes narrowing.  "Maybe not.  What effect will it have 
on the town -- on this department?"

She shrugged.  "None that I can see."

"We still might ought to be careful with your written report.  Give me a
concise verbal summary first."

"All right, I will.  What the hell I've been doing for two weeks is 
fucking."

He blinked.  "'Fucking.'  Were you raped?"

"No."

Belatedly his face reddened.  "Then what do you mean, 'Fucking?'"

"I mean just about every kind of fucking you can imagine."

He stared at her.  "Sounds like you're proud of it."

She shrugged.

"And what of the others -- especially those missing girls you were sent
to find?"

"I found them."

"Is that it: you spent two weeks looking for them."

"No.  I'd found them all by the second day.  I spent two weeks fucking."

"And the young girls.  Where they fucking too?"

"All of us were."

He took a deep breath.  "_Who_ was fucking you all?"

"A whole lot of big green men."

"'Big green men.'  _Green_?"

"Green as grass.  And baldheaded."

His red coloring still evident, he stared at her for several seconds.  
"Homeboro, what are you trying to pull?  You gotta know how this looks."

She shrugged slightly.  "I'm trying to give a verbal report as ordered."

He obviously came to a decision.  "Well, I don't want to hear it."  He 
punched a button on a box on his desk and said, "Who's in the ready 
room?"

"Troutman," squawked the box.

"Send him in right now."

The chief leaned back in his chair.  "Homeboro, give me your badge and 
your gun."

As she complied, the door open to admit a uniformed policeman, who drew
near to stand beside Debbie.

"Troutman," said the chief, "I have just suspended Homeboro.  I want you
to place her under arrest, charged with dereliction of duty and 
contributing to the delinquency of minors.  There might be more charges.
Read her her rights and book her.  And tell booking I want her to 
undergo a full physical."

"Come on, Debbie," said the uniformed officer, hand closing on her upper
arm.  As they passed the door he was intoning, "You have the right to 
remain silent ..."


* * *


Doughnuts, soda and coffee were served in the conference room.

Lola said to the policewoman acting as waitress, "Don't you think 
somebody ought to notify these kids' parents?"

The woman shrugged.  "I'm sure it's already been done."

"Oh, oh!" cried Amy.  "What'll I tell _them_?"

Lola only smiled at her, which the policewoman noted with interest.

A few minutes later a policeman opened the door.  "Amy Lawrence, 
please!"

Swallowing a last bite of doughnut, Amy stood up.

"Come with me," he said, beckoning.

In the hall she asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"We need to ask you some questions.  It's routine."

She was led into a room whose door was marked _Interrogation_.  One 
inside wall was adorned with a huge inset mirror.  The other walls were
bare.  On the mirror side of a metal table sat two people in civvies, a
man and a woman.  Amy was led around to a chair on the opposite side of
the table and told to sit.

"Hello, Amy," said the woman with a cheerful smile.  "I'm Detective 
Barnes and this is Detective Hunt.  We are so pleased that you've 
returned to Lindonfield!  How are you doing?  Is your health good?"

"Yes, ma'am," said Amy politely.  "May I thank you for the doughnuts?"

"You are a well brought up young lady, aren't you?  We have a few 
routine questions for you, just for our records.  Can you tell us where
you've been?"

"No, ma'am."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't really know.  It was ...  The sky was strange."

"The sky?"

"I couldn't find the dippers."

The man spoke for the first time.  "That's interesting, but Amy, please
tell us about the people you met.  How did they treat you?"

Amy smiled.  "They were so sweet!"

The woman said, "So your visit was enjoyable?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am!  We'd all love to go back."

"Did you get to know any of them," asked the man, "and learn their 
names?"

"Oh, yes, sir.  I learned them all."

"How did they treat you?  What did you do with them?"

"We had sex."

"You had --"  Brought up short, the man's eyes widened.

With heavy sympathy the woman said, "Did they rape you, honey?"

"No, ma'am."

"I mean, did they make you have sex?"

Amy frowned.  "I know what 'rape' means."

The man cleared his throat.  "Can you tell us a little more about the 
people you met?  What were the women like?"

"No women."

"What?  You never saw even one?"

"Only us six."

"You only met men and boys, is that right?  Could you guess how many?"

"Oh, a whole lot."

"More than ten?"

"Oh, yes.  Lots more."

"Can you describe any of them?"

"Yes, sir: all of them."

The man said over his shoulder, apparently to empty air, "Fire up that 
new countenance program."

"Just a moment," said the woman.  "You seem pretty confident, honey."

Amy shrugged slightly.  "I had sex with all of them."

"Did you!  Then perhaps you could describe a few of them."

"Sure.  That would be easy.  Their faces were different, mostly, but 
otherwise they were all the same."

"The same?  You mean ..."

"The same size, build and color.  Even their man parts.  And they were 
all baldheaded and always naked."

"What color where they?" demanded the man darkly.

"Joel!" warned the woman.

But Amy had already answered: "Green."


* * *


Apparently the police were releasing girls to parents only after each 
had endured an interview.  In any case Amy and Sandi had not returned to
the conference room when the policeman-usher summoned Daisy.

She took her seat in the interrogation room.  By this time Hunt and 
Barnes had refined their approach.

"You are Daisy Simpson," said Detective Barnes, the woman.

"In person," responded Daisy with a smile.

The woman looked down at her notes.  "And where have you been for the 
last ... over four months?"

"They called it Woods World."

Barnes made a checkmark in her notes.  "Full of woods?"

"Yeah.  And big rocks.  And big men."

"How big?" demanded Detective Hunt, the male officer.

"At least a head taller than me."

"Over six feet?  How tall are you?"

"Five foot two, eyes of blue, but oh, what those five foot can do!" she
sang in response to the question.  Then turning suddenly serious, she 
said "But I guess what you really want to know is why nobody has seen 
this girl."

"Yes, thank you.  Can you describe some of the men?" asked Barnes.

"Sure.  All of them.  They were all pretty much the same.  They were 
different enough in the face that you could tell them apart after a 
while."

"So they were tall," pressed the woman.  "What else can you say?"

"They were big, husky studs, sweet sauce to us.  And wow, were they 
hung!"

Hunt said dryly, "You liked that, did you?"

"Oh, I loved it!  So much that one of them knocked me up."

"'Knocked --'"  He looked pointedly at her slim belly, visible below the
tank top.  "Don't be ridiculous!"

"I kid you not.  I even delivered a son about a month ago."

Hunt shook his head and said to his partner, "This one needs to see the
nut doctor."

Barnes nodded.  "I'll tell her mother."  She stood up and said kindly, 
"Your mom is waiting, honey.  Come on.  I'll take you to her."


* * *


Sonny, beyond the age of consent, was released to her father without 
being questioned.  Finally it was Lola's turn in the interrogation room.

Detectives Hunt and Barnes sat across the table from her.  A uniformed 
policeman leaned against the wall.

After the introductions Barnes smiled and said, "Ms. Lola Simpson, where
have you been for the last five months?"

Lola raised her chin.  "Am I under arrest?"

"No," said Barnes.

"Not yet," said Hunt, at which Barnes frowned.

Lola said, "I can tell you what the natives called it, but I don't know
exactly where it was."

"Woods World?"

"That's right."

"Tell us about it."

"I'm sure the youngsters have already told you."

"We like to hear your version, if you don't mind."

"Even if you do," said Hunt with a smirk.

"It was a woodland with occasional clearings."

"How about the people?"

"Big men, all very much alike.  You had to get to know them to tell them
apart."

"They spoke English?"

"They did, although just the basic vocabulary.  For example, I don't 
think I ever heard one utter a contraction."

"How did they dress?"

"They didn't."

Of course the two detectives did not react.  The policeman straightened
up, however.

"What was unusual about them?" asked Hunt.

"Quite a bit actually.  They were all very muscular, very fit.  And they
were hairless."

"As in bald?"

"Hairless all over."

Barnes chimed in.  "What about their skin?"

"What about it?"

Barnes hesitated, looking at her partner.  At last she said, "What color
was it?"

Lola grinned.  "I ... what's the word? ... subscribe to what the kids 
told you."

Hunt sneered.  "Because you told them what to say, you and Debbie, 
before you returned!"

Barnes bored in.  "What color was their skin?"

"Green."

The two detectives leaned back in their chairs, staring at Lola.  A 
moment later the door was snatched open and Chief Jensen marched into 
the room.

He gestured to the man in uniform.  "Hilton, arrest this woman and book
her.  The preliminary charge is Contributing to the Delinquency of a 
Minor, but I think we can add quite a bit."

The policeman came around the table to Lola, who had risen, and grasped
her arm.  He began to intone, "You are under arrest on a charge of --"

The chief interrupted.  "For your information, Ms. Simpson, the law is 
unclear whether a woman can be charged with sex abuse if she only 
permits children to submit to others, but the prosecutor is researching
it.  You are advised to get a lawyer."

Lola, standing submissively, said only, "What happened to Ms. Homeboro?"

"You'll soon find out."


* * *

Lindonfield, being the county seat, had its own courthouse for traffic
and misdemeanor cases, although more serious charges were customarily 
brought before the superior court in an adjacent county.  Even for 
those, however, the bail hearing could be held in Lindonfield.  So it 
was that a little before 10 am Debbie and Lola, in orange jumpsuits, 
were brought into court and seated at the defense table.

The young James Hightower, wearing a sharply cut suit, was already 
present and sitting at the prosecutor's table.  On the first row of 
seats behind him sat the four young veterans of Woods World.  Mr. and 
Mrs. Simpson were in the second row with other parents.  Only one parent
was present for three of the girls because her other parent could not 
get the day off from work.  As their daughters had not been charged with
anything, they were not as anxious as the Simpsons. 

"All rise for His Honor, Judge William Peabody!" announced the bailiff 
sonorously.

The judge in his black robe of office, gray-haired around a shiny bald 
pate, took his seat, rearranged papers and gavel on his rostrum and 
cleared his throat.  "Please be seated."

He looked over the gathering as the rustling subsided and frowned at the
pool cameraman behind his tripod in one corner.  "When the state 
approved cameras in the courtroom, they didn't ask my opinion, else you
wouldn't be here.  I warn you, if you cause even the slightest 
disturbance, I shall eject you.  Is that understood?"

"Yes, Your Honor!" called the cameraman.

"What is it that draws you here today anyway?"  He consulted the top 
paper in his stack.  "Oh, yes, the found girls.  Bailiff, call the first
case."

The uniformed man stood straight and recited loudly from memory, "All 
those having business before this honorable court should now draw near."
His eyes dropped to a paper in his hand.  "The state calls a hearing to
determine if bail should be granted to Deborah Blaise Homeboro, charged
with dereliction of duty and contributing to the delinquency of a minor,
and for Lola Belle Simpson, charged with contributing to the delinquency
of a minor."

At that moment a door in the back of the large room closed solidly 
behind an older man in a dark suit, who approached the railing 
separating the spectators from the court.  He called, "Your Honor, I 
have been retained to represent Miss Lola Simpson.  I'm Lawrence Abrams.
Sorry I'm late.  I had a prior commitment."

"Ms. Simpson, do you accept this gentleman as your representative?" 
asked the judge.

"I don't know anything about a lawyer, Your Honor," Lola answered with a
surprised look.

Her father jumped up. "Your Honor, may I speak?"

"Yes.  State your name first."

"I am Joseph Simpson, the father of Lola Simpson.  I hired Mr. Abrams to
represent my daughter.  I have not been allowed to meet with her, so 
there is no way she could know about him."

The judge's eyebrows rose.  "The state is holding the defendants 
incommunicado?  Interesting, if most unusual.  Are the defendants 
accused of heinous crimes that threaten the very foundation of our 
republic?"  He studied the papers before him.  "No, they are not, which
is even more interesting.  However, back to the point at hand.  Miss 
Simpson, are you willing to accept your father's choice of 
representative for you today?  You of course will be allowed to replace
him at your discretion anytime you wish."

"Yes, Your Honor."

"Ladies and gentlemen.  Today's proceedings are not a trial.  We are 
here merely to see if the defendants should be held in jail, released on
their own recognizance, or released on bail."  He looked down at his 
papers.  "Deborah Blaise Homeboro, please rise."

Debbie stood up.

He continued, "How will you plead to these charges?"

"Not guilty, Your Honor."

"Very well, so noted.  Mr. prosecutor, describe the charges."  

"Yes, Your Honor.  The State is charging both the defendants with aiding
and abetting the delinquency of minors, the minors of interest being 
Daisy Simpson, Amy Laurence, Sandi Burlingson, and Sonya Higgins.  In 
addition Ms. Homeboro, a serving policewoman in this city, is charged 
with dereliction of her public duty."

The judge harrumphed.  "One at the time, Mr. prosecutor."

"Yes, Your Honor, but in the interest of saving the court's time, the 
State would like to call Detective Hunt to the stand.  He will testify 
to the general background of these criminal acts."

With the detective sworn, seated in the witness box and credentials 
recited, Hightower stood before him and said, "Detective Hunt, how did 
the Lindonfield police get involved in this case?"

"Ms. Daisy Simpson was reported missing, last seen in the public 
library.  Then Ms. Lola Simpson, her sister and one of the defendants, 
was seen stepping out of a closet in the back hall of the library."

The judge interrupted.  "Does the prosecution maintain that Ms. Simpson
was in that closet illegally?"

"No, Your Honor," answered Hightower.

"Do you have any objection, Mr. Abrams?"

"No, Your Honor."

"Very well, proceed, Mr. prosecutor, although this is obviously not the
best evidence."

"Your Honor will soon see the connection.  What did the police do, if 
anything, after Ms. Simpson appeared?"

"We installed surveillance cameras to observe that closet door."

"And did the cameras detect anything?"

"They did.  They observed Ms. Sonya Higgins enter at that door but never
exit."

"Did you examine this closet, Detective?"

"I did.  There was no other door within it.  And subsequently Ms. 
Higgins was also reported missing."

"What happened next in regard to this case?"

"Two other juveniles, Amy Laurence and Sandi Burlingson, were reported 
missing.  They were last seen in the basement ladies' room of the 
Lindonfield Baptist Church.  The police inspected that room the next day 
and found a door in the rear wall that no one could recall seeing 
before."

"An unknown door?" repeated the judge in wonder.

"Yes, Your Honor," said Hunt.  "Policewoman Deborah Homeboro went 
through that door in an effort to explore beyond it.  She was gone 
almost two weeks before returning with the four missing girls and Ms. 
Lola Simpson, the other defendant."

"Detective, do you have other witnesses to Ms. Homeboro's departure 
through the door?"

"Yes, sir: several members of the department as well as others."

"Now, then, Detective, you personally interrogated the three juveniles 
upon their recovery, did you not?"

"Yes, I did, with the help of a policewoman."

"What, basically, did they have to say?"

Again the judge harrumphed.  "Mr. prosecutor, this is a bail hearing, 
not a preliminary.  Where are you going with this?"

"Your Honor, the detective's testimony will show that crimes have been 
committed."

"Apparently it is mostly, if not entirely, hearsay!  Mr. Abrams, do you
wish to object?"

"Not yet, Your Honor."

"Very well, I'll allow it briefly.  Proceed, Detective."

"The girls basically all gave the same testimony.  They all visited a 
strange place perhaps a few hundred yards from the library or church, a
wooded countryside without houses and stores.  There the three youngest,
none of whom is over 13, all had numerous sexual encounters with a large
number of adult men in the presence first of Ms. Lola Simpson and later
of Policewoman Homeboro."

"Objection!" declared Abrams, on his feet.  "Obvious hearsay!"

"Sustained!" said the judge.  "The detective's last statement will be 
stricken from the record."

"That's all my questions for this witness," said Hightower.

"You may inquire," said the judge to Abrams.

Still on his feet, the lawyer said, "Detective Hunt, regarding your 
witnesses who will testify that Miss Laurence and Miss Burlingson were 
seen in a church basement, will they provide evidence about some form of
criminal activity occurring in that basement?"

"No sir; only that the girls were last seen there."

"Your Honor, we have no more questions at this time for this witness.  
So far, all we know is that members of the public have visited a public
library and a church.  If a valid cause to believe some crime was 
committed, we may wish to call this witness back to the stand for 
further questioning."

"Yes indeed," the judge agreed.  "Detective, you may step down, but 
please remain available for further questioning this afternoon.  Well, 
Mr. Prosecutor, I trust you have further material."

"Your Honor, the State would like to call Miss Sonya Higgins."

Sonny testified that yes, she had disappeared from the public library by
going through a door that she thought entered a closet but in fact 
opened to a forest.  She estimated that she walked only a few hundred 
yards from the library into the forest.  On the way she felt an intense
urge to remove all of her clothes.  Shortly afterwards she met Lola and
Daisy, who also were naked.  She was informed that her new acquaintances
were calling their location "Woods World."  They took her on a walk of a
few hours to a palace, where she met some very attractive, large green 
men.  She clarified that by large she meant like American football 
players, but nothing like giants from Hollywood movie.  She found these 
fellows quite attractive and engaged in sexual activities with them on 
multiple occasions.

When the defense attorney had his turn, he said, "Miss Higgins, you 
mentioned meeting the men at a palace.  Could you describe the palace, 
specifically, how did it look from the outside as you approached it?"

"Oh, it was surrounded by a grass field, with no other buildings near 
it.  There was a tall stone wall around it.  Inside the wall was a large
building."

"Thank you.  Now, you also mentioned large green men.  Did you call 
these men green because of the clothes they were wearing or because of 
the way they painted their bodies?"

"Oh no!  I never saw them with any clothes, only naked.  Also, I've 
painted myself before for parties, so I know what body paint feels like.
Believe me, I was in _very close_ contact with them, and they most 
definitely were not painted.  Their skin was dark green."

"I believe you mentioned you met Lola Simpson when you entered this 
special forest.  You did not know her before, from any activities here 
in Lindonfield?"

"No sir, I had never met her or her sister before the day that I left 
the library."  

"I see.  When you met these green gentlemen, did Miss Lola Simpson 
suggest that you have sexual relations with them?"

"Oh no!"  With a sly smile she added, "I'm a big girl, sir, I make my 
own decisions about those sorts of things.  The Cro-- the men were quite
attractive, so I did not need prompting from somebody else. These guys 
were really good at taking care of a girl, if you know what I mean.  Not
at all like the losers I dated from school."

Both the defense council and the judge smiled at that comment.  "Miss 
Higgins, you stated earlier that shortly after entering the woods you 
removed your clothes.  I see you are wearing an attractive wrist watch 
today, and also a nice gold cross around your neck.  Were you wearing 
similar items of jewelry that day when you left the library for the 
woods?"

"Oh, yes sir.  This watch is a gift from my grandfather, I always wear 
it.  I took it off, and my cross also, and placed them in my purse.  
There we were all totally naked as the day we were born."

"And what did you do with your purse?"

"I left it on the ground, next to my pile of clothes."

"Did you leave anything else of value in your purse?"

"My cellphone and my wallet.  I have a credit card in my wallet, which I
guess could be of some value.  I had almost no money, maybe ten 
dollars."

"When you left the woods yesterday, did you find your clothes, purse and
other possessions?"

"Yes sir, everything was right where I left them.  I put my clothes back
on, also my watch and cross."

"So to summarize, you left the public library through a door in a 
closet, walked a short distance, maybe a few hundred yards, entered some
woods, left all of your clothes and personal valuables on the ground for
quite a few weeks, and then were able to recover everything when you 
left the woods yesterday?"

"Yes sir, that's what happened."

"We have an exceptionally honest town.  The city leaders should be 
proud.  I have no more questions, Your Honor." 

With that, Sonny was dismissed and the prosecution called Miss Sandi 
Burlingson to the stand.

Sandi proceeded to describe how she and Amy found a door in the restroom
of the church, passed through it into the woods, removed their clothes,
and then met Lola, Daisy, and Sonny.  She confirmed that the girls 
already knew Daisy, but not Lola or Sonny.  Eventually they walked to 
the palace and met the large green men.  She admitted that she found 
these men attractive, so she joined the others in having sexual 
relations with them.  She was not asked to describe any particulars of 
the sexual contact.  She also described how later they all met the 
policewoman, Debbie Homeboro.

When the prosecution finished, the defense lawyer had his turn to ask a
few questions.

"Miss Burlingson, while you were in these woods and visiting the palace,
you only walked, never traveled by car, bus, or horseback?"

"No sir, we always walked.  I never saw a car, bus or horse while there.
Everyone walked, including the green fellows."

"Would you say that the distance from the Baptist Church to the palace 
is roughly a day's walk?  It wouldn't take you several days to cover 
that distance, would it?"

"Oh, no, sir.  I didn't have my watch on, so no good way to measure 
time, but we could walk that distance in much less than a full day.  
More like a few hours."

"When you were on these relatively long walks, did you cross any paved 
roads or highways?"

"No sir.  All of the paths were dirt, gravel, or grass.  They were nice
and smooth, so walking was easy.  I never saw any asphalt or cement 
roads."

"So like Miss Higgins, you and Miss Laurence removed all of your clothes
and left them by the side of a path when you first entered the forest?"

"Yes sir."

"Why did you do that, Miss Burlingson?"

"Something made me.  It felt like my clothes were stifling me."

"And when you left the woods yesterday and found all of your clothes, 
nothing was missing?"

"I found everything and got dressed.  We were all completely dressed 
before we met the police.  Oh.  Except for Sonny.  She had kicked off a
shoe that we couldn't find." 

"No more questions, Your Honor."

"Miss Burlingson, you may return to your seat.  At this time I ask the 
defense council and the prosecutor to approach the bench."

At the judge's bench the prosecutor put out his hand to Lawrence Abrams,
the defence lawyer.  "We didn't get a chance to be introduced earlier.
I'm James Hightower."

"Lawrence Abrams, pleased to meet you.  Are you Harry Hightower's kid?"

"Yes sir."

"I've known your dad for a long time, he's a good lawyer.  Also your 
boss the district attorney, Jim Waverly, he's sharp but fair.  Pay 
attention and you can learn a lot from him."

"Yes sir, I intend to."

The judge said, "Gentlemen, these comments are off the record.  Mr. 
Hightower, if the testimony from the other young ladies will be the same
-- kids wandering in the woods, visiting a palace and having sex with 
large green men -- then my advice is: don't waste the court's time.  Do
you have any other corroborating evidence?  Photographs, other 
witnesses?  I doubt that the defendants will testify against themselves
to confirm your story.  So what else do you have for us, Mr. Hightower?"

"Nothing else sir, just the reports of what all of these young ladies 
have told the police."

The judge chuckled.  "When I was a kid, I read lots of stories about 
little green men.  I guess they were what the diversity crowd would call
'vertically challenged.'  I certainly have no problem with Martians 
growing to be the size of football players.  Near as I can tell, you 
intend to prove in this court that someone can take a half-day's walk 
from our library in the center of the city, never once cross a paved 
street or see an automobile, and finally arrive at a palace full of 
naked green men who are busy seducing the town's females.  Really?"  He
smiled impishly at Mr. Abrams.  "Defending this case ought to be a 
riot."

"Yes sir, from what I've heard so far, it may be the easiest case of my
career.  I wouldn't miss it for anything.  I'm thinking of doing it _pro
bono_."

The judge continued.  "Mr. Hightower, your boss is up for reelection in
six months.  If the defense plays its cards right with a few extensions,
this juicy sex scandal with the attractive green men just might be front
page news in the state papers for the last month before we go to vote.
Think about that.  Also, considering the improbable nature of the facts
the State will need to prove, why would the defendants run away?"

The judge lost his jocular smile.  "I'm not going to require anyone to 
post bail.  Now let's take a lunch recess.  I suggest you go consult 
with the district attorney about this case.  We'll reconvene at two 
o'clock."

As the two lawyers turned to leave the bench, the defense council patted
Mr. Hightower on the back and said "You're young kid, but you'll learn.
One thing you gotta learn is what to do when the police hand you a crock
of shit."

After lunch everyone reconvened in court.  

"Your Honor, the State wishes to address the court."

"Please proceed, Mr. Hightower."

"The State is withdrawing all charges against Ms. Simpson and Ms. 
Homeboro."

The judge whacked his gavel and loudly proclaimed, "Case dismissed.  
Ladies, you are released from police custody and are free to go.  
Bailiff, please see that they are properly discharged with their 
personal possessions."

As the defendants got up to leave the defense table, Abrams said, "Miss
Homeboro, do you have a moment?"

"Certainly.  And thanks.  You were great!"

"Thanks, not that it was much of a challenge!  I wanted to give you my 
business card just in case the state wants to make more out of this.  I
doubt that will happen, especially since a little bird told me the 
restroom door you reportedly walked through has disappeared.  This was 
only a bail hearing, however, so jeopardy does not attach, and they 
might.  If so I'd love to hit them with that missing door.  Maybe we 
could sue for defamation of character."

Debbie took the card.  "Thank you so much!"  She leaned in and kissed 
his cheek lightly.  "As a cop, I've seen how important it is to have a 
good lawyer."  Her eyes twinkled.  "Could I maybe invite you to a place
I know that's good for dinner and dancing?"

He smiled but said, "Ms. Homeboro, I'd love it but I'm old enough to be
your father."

"Which only means you might pay attention to _me_."

He shook his head while smiling sadly.  "Yes, indeed I would, but my 
wife would never understand."

Debbie sighed and withdrew slightly.  "Too bad.  But keep me in mind if
you ever need to be appreciated."

"I'll do that."

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