Landmark Trial, part 2 of ?
by The Misogynist (aka Jake Baker)

As Clyde walked his client to the concession area, Byron and Guy
turned the other way out of the courtroom, towards the prosecution's
private meeting area. Two guards flanked Byron, whose hands were still
chained behind his back, but they appeared somewhat reluctant to lay a
hand on him, perhaps out of fear, and perhaps for other reasons. Byron
walked side by side with his attorney, stoic, silent but smiling down
the hallway.

Their room was all the way down the long building, practically on the
other side of it from the courtroom. It took them five minutes to
reach it. When they did, Guy indicated he wanted the handcuffs on his
client's wrists removed, and the guards did so, with little
reluctance. As Byron rubbed circulation back into his hands, he and
Guy entered the conference room.

Sarah Kidd was already waiting for them in the room. Guy looked with
moderate surprise at his office's nineteen year old intern, fresh from
vocational school. She looked at him a little impatiently, ignoring
the rapist with obvious loathing.

Byron looked at the girl in the room; he had seen her once or twice
accompanying one of his attorney's partners, but she had never gone
with Mr. Winter to help defend Byron. Prejudiced against rapists, he
thought, and grinned broader.

The girl had a very cute elfin face, with thin brown eyebrows over her
full, dark green eyes. She was wearing a dark green dress that made
her skin a shade darker than the light tan it was. Her hair was either
light brown or auburn, depending on the light. Right now it was light
brown.

Byron sized her up as much as he could beneath her clothes; well-
tanned body with no obvious blemishes; not necessarily athletic, but
fit. She works out at least once a week, he thought. He couldn't see
much else beneath her dress, but he guessed she had small, b or c-cup
breasts. He liked 'em with big ones, but still, he hadn't had a bitch
since he had raped Trisha, five months ago. He guessed she was 17, but
knew that she was older.

The girl spoke directly to Mr. Winter, totally ignoring Byron. "Ethel
said I should come down here today, said I should broaden my
experience." She said the last three words so that they meant, "But I
don't need this kind of experience."

Guy blinked at her, for the same reason a reptile flicks its tongue in
the air. "Ok then," he said, fakely chipper, "you sit there and take
notes. I'm sure you won't want to question this defendant anyway."

Sarah replied, still without looking at Byron, "The only thing I want
to do to that pervert is kick him in the nuts!"

Guy sat down in the chair at the head of the table. To her shock,
Byron sat down in the chair next to her. She drew in a breath and
pushed out her chair, saying, "I think I'll sit somewhere else!" but
Guy gave her a fierce look and snapped, "Sit down, Miss Kidd! The
first thing you learn is not to show your clients disrespect, even if
you don't like them personally. They are clients, and they pay the
bills!"

Sarah sat down exasperatedly on the cold chair, and scooted it closer
to the senior partner, away from the bear. She didn't have to turn
around to feel his eyes stripping her, sizing her up.

Byron looked at the lovely young girl as his boner twitched. He wanted
her, he could smell her light perfume and her skin. So close... he
inched toward her. The girl didn't seem to notice, so wrapped up was
she in taking down notes on her notepad.

"So why'd the judge leave like that?" asked the bear suddenly. The
snake, who was still lecturing the intern on the finer aspects of
client-attorney relationships, stopped mid sentence and faced his
client. He had totally snubbed the brunette, and she gasped and looked
upset, but before she could mouth off, he spoke.

"Why, to view the tape of the rape, of course?"

"Ah." Slurred the bear.

"What tape?" piped the intern.

Glancing at her only briefly, Guy Winter explained, "Byron made a tape
of him raping Trisha Campbell. Somehow, the prosecution got hold of
it."

Sarah turned finally to face Byron, and her look was one of pure
disgust. "You fucking sicko! ..." then it dawned on her, "Oh my god,
you actually did it?" she spun in her seat, hands clenching the seams
of her dress, to look at Guy, "You knew he did it and you're still
defending his innocent plea?"

Both men turned their gaze on Sarah. Byron's looked at her nubile body
with growing, barely restrained lust; Guy looked at her with the
deceptively lazy eyes of a snake. "Miss Kidd! We defend our client as
best we see fit. I believed, if the tape did not surface, I could get
Byron off, but now..."

The young girl was practically squealing, standing half-upright in her
chair, "How can you defend this ... this man, if you know he did it!
For god's sake, he practically killed that poor girl!."

Guy stood up stealthily and walked around the table until he was
behind Sarah. She tried to spin to face him, but her put very large
very gentle hands on her shoulders and pressed very lightly downwards.
"Shh, Sarah, this is very rude behavior. Do I have to fire you?"

Sarah's quip caught in her throat and lodged there. He wouldn't, would
he? She let herself be nudged seating again, and sat looking forward
at her notes, too choked to speak. Guy stood behind her, and rested
his gentle hands on the back of her chair.

"Sarah here is less than educated on your alleged rape, and too be
perfectly honest, I haven't seen the tape myself. Why don't you
educated us on it?"

Byron licked his thick lips and sighed, "Sure..." he edged closer to
the young female next to him, and put his arm down next to hers. Sarah
squeaked and pulled her arm away. Guy took it in his hands and gently
placed it back next to Byron's. The long black hairs on the rapist's
arm nearly touched the silken bare arm of the young girl. She breathed
through her nose.

Hazing, Sarah Kidd thought to herself, he's testing me, to see if I'm
tough enough. Well, I am, and I won't be afraid!

Byron shifted his bulk so that he could look the intern in her eyes.
Her deep green eyes stared intently at her paper; her hand shook above
it, and the notes she did take were scratchy and light. He smiled like
a cat eating a dog and began to narrate his playtime with Trisha to
her.  He glazed over the details, and started where the tape began.

Even now, Honorable Judge Cowen was watching that tape in his private
chambers. It is possible the images he sees on his screen disturb him
greatly. Of one thing there can be no doubt - the man on the tape is
the accused Byron James, and no one else.