By Maximillian Excaliber
Introduction
Everyone has a secret.Ā Ā Some are big and some are small.Ā Sometimes
that secret is a private thing about themselves they donāt want anyone
to know and, sometimes it involves others.Ā Those are shared secrets.
This is a story about people, their shared secrets and the lengths
they will go to protect them.Ā Try to keep that in mind while youāre
reading it.Ā See if you can figure out who is has what secret to hide?
Enjoy.
Maximillian Excaliber
Chapter One ā In Court
It was about 3:30, late in the afternoon on the last Thursday in
November.Ā The weather outside was unseasonably cold.
I was sitting at our table in the courtroom waiting to see what Willard
Sanders, the attorney for the plaintiff, Lilly Rossi, was going to do
next.
My name is Marty Gordon.Ā Iām forty-eight years old; weigh in at
two-hundred pounds even, I am five feet nine inches tall.Ā I have a
āstockyā build that is, except for my legs, not very muscular.Ā Both my
hair and goatee are brown, which I keep cut short and neatly trimmed at
all times.Ā Most of the time, I have brown eyes.Ā I say most of the time
because when I put in long hours at work, they are usually bloodshot.
In my opinion, Iām not very handsome, but to be honest, Iām also not
ugly either.Ā What Iām trying to say is that I think Iām just plain
average.
That particular day I was dressed in a navy blue classic, two-button
business suit and a white shirt.Ā My tie was dark blue with white
stripes.Ā On my feet I wore black socks and black, monk strap shoes.
There were four of us at our table.Ā To my immediate right sat my
partner, Rachael Wolf.
Rachel is the other paralegal on the team.Ā Sheās forty-two and, since
Iāve never been good at guessing womenās weight, I wonāt even try.
However, considering she has a figure that would make a playboy bunny
envious, it really doesnāt matter anyway.Ā Her hair, which is black and
wavy, flows down past her shoulders.Ā She has pale, almost alabaster
white skin, and brown eyes.Ā If I had to compare her to anyone, Iād have
to say that she reminds me of a full figured version of Monica
Bellucci.Ā She also is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen.
Next to Rachael was our boss, Samantha Roberts, the firmās head and only
attorney.Ā Ā Iām not quite sure of our bossās age but I think sheās about
thirty-six.Ā Sheās a little skinny for my taste.Ā Hell, Iāll bet she
doesnāt weight an ounce over a hundred pounds.
Finally, at the far end of the table sat Vincent Rossi.Ā āVinceā, as he
liked to be called, was the defendant in the case and our client.
Suffice it to say that he was obviously male and with a name like Rossi,
you can bet he looked Italian.
Moving along, at the table to our left was Lilly Rossi and her legal
team.Ā Her team was comprised of Lilly Rossi, her lawyer and a paralegal.
Lilly, by the way, is herself, a successful (if not ethical) divorce
attorney.Ā Next to her at their table was her mouthpiece, Willard
Sanders.Ā And, next to Sanders was his paralegal, a quiet little man
whose name I canāt remember.
Sequestered in the Witness room was Gloria Lemons, the self confessed
adulteress of the affair and potentially the most damning witness they had.
Before this mess started, Samantha, Lilly, Rachael, Gloria, Vince and I
used to be good friends.Ā Now, as sometimes happens, weāve divided into
two camps.Ā On one side was Samantha, Rachael, Vince and myself.Ā On the
other, the unlikely team of Lilly and Gloria.
It was the first day of trial and Lilly was about to take the stand.
Her attorney said to the judge, āI call to the stand the plaintiff, Mrs.
Lilly Rossi, your honor.ā I was somewhat surprised, I had just assumed
that heād present the video, it would be shown, and weād all go home.
Then I could start enjoying my long holiday weekend, Rachael could do
whatever it is she does when not working herself to death, Samantha
could sulk, and poor Mr. Rossi could cry himself to sleep while he tried
to figure out how to pay our bill.Ā Although something told me he wasnāt
going to be able to pay it.Ā Lilly had been smart enough to get him to
sign a prenuptial agreement giving her everything in the event he
committed adultery.
I expected this to be the first and last day of what had promised to be
one of the shortest divorce trials in history.Ā The evidence in the case
was so strong it was sure to be a slam dunk winā¦ for Lilly and her attorney!
But then she did have what, in my mind, was indisputable video evidence
of the husbandās infidelity with his mistress, Gloria Lemons.
You might be interested to know that Gloria also just happened to be
Lillyās best friendā¦ that is until Lilly caught them in bed together!
Unsurprisingly, things started exactly as I expected they would.
Sanders went straight for the jugular!
āMrs. Rossiā, he began, āIn your complaint you said, and I quote, āI was
sure that Vince was having an affairā; is that correct?ā
There was an appearance of anger on Lilly Rossiās face when she replied,
āYes.ā
āWere your suspicions correct?āĀ Sanders continued.Ā His voice had
changed from professional to soft and conciliatory.
Meekly, she replied, āYes.ā
āHow do you know they were correct?ā
With an almost triumph look expression on her face, Lilly Rossi
answered, āI have proof!ā
āWhat kind of proof do you have?āĀ Sanders asked.Ā His tone showed no
change of emotion.
She answered, āI recorded them together.ā
āWhat do you mean you recorded them together?Ā Was it an audio
recording?Ā Were you there when the alleged act of infidelity
occurred?āĀ Judge Judith Hastings asked, interrupting.
Sanders frowned.Ā For, while it wasnāt common knowledge to the public,
it was well known to those of us working in the court system that the
judge had recently developed a dislike for his client.
I looked over at Samantha and then at Rachael, both were smiling.Ā We
all knew that Judge Hastings was hoping Lilly would admit to being
present during the act.Ā If that happened, then Samantha could claim
that Lilly had, at the very least, given consent to the act and possibly
even been a willing participant.Ā Either way, the allegation of adultery
would be effectively nullified.Ā Unless, of course, Lilly said she was
hiding at the time.
There was a faint smile on her face that couldnāt conceal the scorn
hidden behind it as Lilly replied, āNo; I mean, before I left the house
I hid two cameras in our bedroom.Ā They recorded the whole thing.ā
Still looking at the judge, Lilly said, āI brought the cameras here with
me today.ā
āWhy did you use two cameras?ā inquired the judge curiously.
To which Lilly responded, āFor a couple of reasons.Ā First, one might
fail.Ā And second, I didnāt know exactly where in the room they might
be.Ā If I had used one camera, it might not have captured the bitchās faceā
āYou know better than that Mrs. Rossi.ā The judge interrupted.Ā āYou
will restrict your testimony to the facts and not embellish it in any
way.āĀ The judge warned sternly.
Sanders approached the bench.Ā In his hand he held four evidence bags.
Two about a foot in diameter and two were just large enough to hold a
single compact disk each.
āAt this time, your honor, Iād like to enter into evidence the videos
and cameras Mrs. Rossi is talking about.Ā I also request they be marked
āPlaintiffās Exhibits 26, 27, 28 and 29.āā
Vince Rossi turned to Samantha and asked angrily, āWhy donāt you object
or something?Ā You said she only had one video, not two.ā
āThe truth is Vince that I just found out this morning.Ā I knew about
the first one, but not about the second one.
Sanders pulled a fast one on me.Ā He sent the two videos over all
right.Ā But one video he labeled āOriginalā and the other he labeled
āBackup Copyā.
I just assumed that the second video was a duplicate of the one labeled
āOriginalā so we never looked at it.
I tried to keep it out; but, the judge said that, while she was
sympathetic, it was my responsibly to examine āALLā the evidence.Ā Sheās
right, itās my fault.Ā I let him get one over on me.ā Samantha replied.
Vince looked at her, anger in his face.Ā I guess he realized sheād been
tricked because he calmed down and then asked, āHow bad is it?ā
āAs bad as it gets!ā She told him somberly.
In a voice too loud, he exclaimed, āFUCK!ā
āWHO SAID THAT?āĀ The judge yelled sternly and looked right at Vince.
And then before he could answer, she looked around the room as if
looking for somebody to blame. āNobody did it?Ā Well, the next time it
happens āSomebodyā is going to be in contempt.āĀ Then the judge turned
to Lilly and said, āYou may continue Mrs. Rossi.ā
I looked over at Vince.Ā He was red faced, teeth clinched and tight
lipped. The judge had given him a break.Ā I could tell he knew it
wouldnāt happen again.
Smiling again, Lilly said, āI hid one camera on the television stand
under the TV and the other I placed atop the large dresser on Vinceās
side of the bed.Ā ā
āMrs. Rossi, Iām confused.Ā If you placed the second camera on top of
the dresser as you say you did, how did it go undetected by Mr. Rossi
and Ms. Lemons?ā asked the judge.
To which Mrs. Rossi responded, āI guess they were too busy screwing each
other to notice it!ā
Laughter ensued throughout the entire courtroom; and, a few bangs of the
gavel later, the Judge Hastings ordered that cameras be produced.
The evidence bag containing the camera was opened.Ā The camera was
removed from the bag and held up for all to see.
For several seconds, silence filled the courtroom as all eyes stared at
it.Ā The camera, it turned out, was designed to look exactly like a
vibrator.Ā There were a few snickers from the audience.
āThatās a camera?ā the judge asked.Ā I could hear the disbelief in her
voice.
Unashamed, Lilly replied, āAmong other things.ā
There was an outburst of hysterical laughter after which the judge, who
had turned red faced, probably from embarrassment, was forced to order a
recess.
As soon as we left the courtroom, the bailiff walked up to Samantha and
handed her a note.
She read it and then said, āDonāt go anywhere.Ā Iāll be back in a second.ā
Samantha led Vince outside, presumably to calm his nerves.
Meanwhile, I said to Rachael, āHave you seen the second video?ā
I hadnāt.
Down the hall, someone opened the door to the courthouse letting in a
rush cold of wind.Ā It must have blow right up her black dress because
she shivered suddenly and I saw her teeth start chattering.
āNo.Ā Have you?āĀ Rachael replied.
I took off my suit jacket and put it around her, then answered, āNope.
But I heard Samantha tell Vince that itās worse than the other one.ā
āThanks.ā Rachael said, and then she added, āJesus, Marty!Ā How much
worse can it be?ā
Before I could answer, Samantha walked up.Ā Vince wasnāt with her.
āWhereās our client?āĀ Rachael asked.
A worried look upon her face, Samantha replied, āIn the bar across the
street getting a drink, heāll be back in a few minutes.ā
āWhat was that note about?ā Rachael inquired.
Then she sprung it on us, āThat was from Judge Hastings.Ā She let me
know that when court resumes, she intends to let Sanders show the second
video.Ā Then recess for the holiday weekend. If you had any plans this
weekend, cancel them.Ā Weāre all working!ā
āBut weāve already checked out of the hotel and what with the holidays,
weāll never get another reservation!āĀ I told her as I thought to
myself, āThere goes my weekend!ā
Going into āboss modeā, she instructed, āDonāt worry about that, itās
all taken care of.Ā Youāll both be staying at Vinceās residence.
Heās going out of town for the weekend and has given us full run of the
place.Ā He told me the place has four bedrooms.Ā One bedroom is being
used for storage and he is sleeping in another one.
After what happened to him, he doesnāt want to go near the master
bedroom and doesnāt mind if you use it.
You two can figure out who gets it when you get there.āĀ Samantha paused
as if waiting for us to say something.Ā I think we were both in shock.
When we said nothing, she continued.Ā āYour first priority is to watch
both of those videos.Ā Since we havenāt had a chance to analyze that
second video, look at every frame of it and see if you can find anything
to help us.Ā Then I want you to examine the bedroom as if it were a
crime scene.Ā If that doesnāt pan out, go over the entire file again. ā
āAre you going to be joining us?āĀ Rachael asked.
āI canāt.Ā Jimmyās still sick and Iām not going to leave him with the
babysitter that long.āĀ Jimmy was the name of her three-year-old son.
āIām going to drive home when court ends today, but Iāll keep in touch
with you by phone.Ā Iāll call you when later and see what, if anything,
youāve come up with.
While youāre working at it from this end, Iāll be going over both videos
and the affidavits again.ā
It was my turn to ask questions.Ā āWhat if we canāt find anything?Ā Then
what will we do?ā
āI know you two.Ā Youāll find something.Ā You always do.āĀ At that point
the bailiff opened the courtroom door and called everyone back in.
Before she turned to walk to the door, Samantha handed me something and
said, āHereās the keys.Ā Go on!Ā Get moving you two and donāt let me
down!ā
Two hours later, after we realized that the GPS in Rachaelās car had
gotten us lost for the third time, we found someone to give us
directions and located the place.Ā Five minutes after that, we were
walking in the front door of Rossiās house.
Chapter Two ā Change Of Venue
The first thing that struck me when I walked in the door was that the
place was filled from wall-to-wall with sports trophies.
The second that grabbed my attention was the 65ā plasma TV to the left
as soon as you walked in the front door.
No sooner had I sat first batch of our bags down than Rachael hurried
past me.Ā From the way she seemed to be moving about the room, I could
tell she was searching for something.
Jokingly, I said, āDidnāt you go before we left?ā
āIām looking for a phone book, smart-ass.Ā Do you want Italian or Chinese?ā
I responded with, āHookers or food?ā
āFood,ā She replied.Ā āI wouldnāt know how to expense the hookers.ā
I countered, āHow about āExpert Witness?ā
āAnd what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertise
they had?āĀ She asked playfully.
I answered, āForensic Knot Expert.ā
āYouāre kidding right?ā
I told her truthfully, āYou could always try it.Ā I read about this guy
in Great Britain last year.Ā Heās a member of the /International Guild
of Knot Tyers & Forensic Science Society./ā
āOkay, Iāll bite, how does that make a hooker an expert witness?ā
While taking off my jacket, I said, āWell, a couple years ago, before
you joined the firm, I was on this case involving a man whose wife found
out he had been seeing a prostitute.Ā When I interviewed him, he told me
the hooker he saw specialized in Bondage and Domination and that she
knew more knots than a sailor did.Ā I figured he knew what he was
talking about because he was a retired rear-admiral in the navy.ā
āHookers as expert witnesses, huh?Ā For both our sakes, I hope it
doesnāt come to that; but if it does, youāll be the first one I let know.ā
I decided to change the subject, āIāll finish unloading the car; and
then, I think Iāll take a look around.Ā It might be a good idea to know
where everything isā¦ particularly the bathroom!ā
When Rachael didnāt respond, I looked at her to see why.Ā She had found
the phone book and was busy searching through it.
There was a phone in the living room.Ā After sheād located what sheād
been looking for, Rachael picked up the phone and started dialing.
I could hear it ringing on the other end.Ā A second later, she was
talking to someone.Ā While she was busy on the phone, I went out to the
car and retrieved the rest of our bags.
After I brought them inside, I started setting up our laptops on the
coffee table.Ā About five minutes later, Rachael hung up the phone.
During that time, sheād made two calls.
āSamanthaās said to tell you that things went about how we expected they
would in court.Ā Luckily, there were no more surprises.Ā Sheās about
half way home.Ā She said sheād call about midnight for an update; that
is, if we donāt call her first.Ā
Also, the food should be here in an hour.Ā I hope you like Philly steak
and cheese sandwiches, French fries and coleslaw.ā
I smiled.Ā Steak and cheese sandwiches are one of my favorites.Ā āGreat!ā
Seemingly satisfied, she stood there deep in thought for a minute.Ā Then
said to meā¦
āI was just thinking.Ā She said we could have free run of the place.
Why donāt we figure out how to use that overpriced entertainment system
of Vinceās and watch the videos on it?Ā That way we wonāt have to spend
any more time staring at these tiny laptop screens than I have to.ā
Iād gotten so caught up in what I was doing that I had completely
forgotten about touring the place.
It was just about the time I deciphered the workings of the
entertainment center that our dinner showed up.Ā As you can imagine, all
we talked about was the case.
We finished eating, cleaned up the trash; and then, began analyzing the
videos.
I had intended to start with the video neither of us had seen.Ā Within
seconds, I knew that I must have put in the wrong one by mistake because
the image on the screen showed a clear, unobstructed, wide angle view of
the bed.
The video we were supposed to be watching had been taken from the
television stand at the end of the bed.
āSorry,ā I said to Rachael embarrassingly when I discovered my mistake.
I was in the process of getting up so I could swap it out with the other
one when I heard her say, āLet it play.Ā Maybe weāll see something we
missed the first time.ā
āOkay.ā I said and sat back down.
As I resumed watching, it occurred to me that the images on the screen
reminded me a great deal of the late night soft-core porn I occasionally
watch on the satellite back home.
There was Vince, lying on his back atop the bed.Ā He appeared to be nude.
Gloria walked in the room, bent down and placed her hands on either side
of his head.Ā Then she kissed Vince passionately on the mouth.Ā The kiss
lasted for over a minute.
After breaking the kiss, she stood upright and then began slowly
undressing until she too was totally nude.
I guess she wasnāt in the mood for foreplay because Gloria wasted no
time in climbing on the bed and into a kneeling position over him.
Once there, Gloria, who was facing him, lowered her weight until it
looked as if she were sitting, on top of him.
The way I saw it, her legs were straddling his waist and their pelvises
were touching.
Were the video from the camera on the dresser the only evidence, as
unlikely as it seemed, there might have been a slim chance Samantha
could have argued that the couple on the screen had not actually be
having sex.
The placement of Gloriaās legs was such that there was really no way to
tell if actual penetration was occurring.Ā The logic being, if there was
no penetration, then there was no infidelity.
To be quite candid, Samantha would have had a better shot of convincing
a motorcycle cop that she just threw up beer vomit on that she hadnāt
been drinking!
A half hour later, the video was over.
I looked over at Rachael.Ā For some reason, she had a flushed look on
her face.
āLearn anything?ā I asked kiddingly.
Rachael giggled and replied, āBesides that fact that Gloria is a
screamer?Ā No, not really.Ā You?ā
āYeah, he went to bed with his watch off.āĀ I told her.
Puzzled, she inquired, āHow is that relevant?ā
āIt tells me Rossi planned on sleeping when he got into bed that night.
A lot of guys who are getting into bed for just a booty call donāt
bother taking off their watches.Ā A man will usually take his watch off
just before he goes to sleep or prior to getting into the shower.ā
She smiled.
I knew what she was thinking.Ā āDonāt go getting your hopes up.Ā That
doesnāt really prove anything.ā
And the truth was it didnāt.Ā But it did seem to indicate that Rossi
might have been telling the truth about why he got into bed in the first
place.
I put in the second video and started the player again.
The screen filled with the image of a naked woman, straddling, what
appeared to be a naked man.
Because she was leaning forward slightly, I could clearly see in vivid
detail every inch of the womanās wet pussy as she bounced her ample ass
up and down on the engorged penis beneath her.Ā Therefore, there was no
mistaking which was a man and which was a woman.
Two things dawned on me then.Ā The first was that the way the camera was
positioned, the only thing I could see was the back of her head.Ā The
second was that her upper body, even though moving, was blocking the
face of the man she was erotically coupling.
Ā āThis is useless!ā I said to her.Ā āI donāt see what Samantha is so
worried about.ā
It took her a few seconds to respond.Ā When I looked over at her, I
realized that her eyes were transfixed, almost hypnotically, on the
screen.
Agreeing with me, Rachael said, āNeither do I; sheās blocking the manās
face entirely.Ā In fact, how do we know who she is?Ā This could be a
video of anyone.āĀ But then she stopped and exclaimed, āOh fuck!ā
I looked back at the screen and understood immediately why.
Almost as if on cue, the woman on the screen leaned far backwards
towards the camera and placed the palms of her hands on the manās legs
just above his knees.Ā In the same motion, she arched her back upwards
slightly.Ā Then she tilted her chin high into the air.
In that moment, everything lined up perfectlyā¦ his face, her face, the
camera.Ā Thatās when Rachael and I knew, beyond any doubt, who the two
people on the bed were.
The couple on the screen was fucking was indeed Vince Rossi and Gloria
Lemons.
I looked at it and exclaimed to Rachael, āWell, there goes the case!
The camera doesnāt lie!ā
Chapter Three ā Ab Inito (From the Beginning)
For the next several hours we sat there watching the videos over and
over again.
When that didnāt get us anywhere, I took another DVD player from one of
the bedrooms and hooked it up to the television so we could watch the
videos side by side in split screen mode.
None of which helped us at all.
For example, one thing we learned was that both videos were definitely
two recording of the same event but from two different angles.Ā Another
thing was that they were also of such good quality that they equaled any
professionally made porn movies Iāve seen.Ā Iād like to say that I am
speaking strictly from a photograph point of view, but I canāt.Ā The
simple fact is I stayed with a massive hard-on the entire time I was
watching them.
By twelve oāclock in the morning, I was tired of sitting there with an
erection so I tried to convince Rachael that we were getting nowhere
watching the videos.
For some unexplained reason, she seemed hesitant to stop.Ā However, she
relented so I wrote off as stubbornness.Ā Thatās when we began going
over affidavits in the case file and butted heads like a couple of goats.
āIām telling you, Vince is lying!Ā Thereās no way it could have happened
the way he said it did.āĀ I told her.
She looked shocked. āWhat makes you say that?ā
Rachael opened her briefcase, took out a notebook and started writing in it.
āWhat are you doing?ā I asked.
She looked at me expectantly, āIām starting a list of your objections.ā
Thatās my Rachael, organized to a fault.
āWeāve been friends long enough for me to know what Vince is and is not
capable of.āĀ I told her candidly.
Rachael conceded, āAlright, I believe you.Ā But, my intuition is telling
me that was set up!ā
āEven in the face of all that evidence?ā I pointed to the coffee table
containing the case files.Ā āSanders, has not one, but two videos.Ā To
top it off, heās also got corroborating testimony from Gloria, who I
might add, hasnāt changed her story a bit from day one.āĀ Then a thought
occurred to me and I asked, āHey, you didnāt ask her about it did youā
She laughed, āNo, she came to me.ā
Ā āWell, what did she say?ā
Grimly, Rachael answered, āShe denied it.Ā Her whole story seemed
rehearsed.Ā I got the feeling that Gloria was trying too hard to
convince me sheād slept with Vince.Ā ā
āI thought you two are friends?Ā Donāt you think sheād tell you the
truth?āĀ I pointed out.
Sourly, Rachael responded, āWe were Marty.Ā But, apparently, even
friendship has its limits.ā
āHuh?
Rachael explained, āThink about it, Marty.Ā Gloria knows that Lilly is
an attorney and as such, an officer of the court.Ā If it ever came out
that the two of them were in cahoots to defraud Vince out of half the
marital estate, the best thing she could hope for is a stiff fine and
disbarment.Ā Theyād both be facing a hefty prison term for perjury.ā
Rachael was right, that was reason enough to keep anybodyās mouth shut.
āSo what makes you think Vince is telling the truth?āĀ I asked once more.
With a genuine tone of perplexity in her voice, Rachael replied, āI
canāt put my finger on it but thereās something just not right with
those videos.Ā The whole thing looks setup, contrived even.ā
āI didnāt see anybody holding Vince down.Ā His hands didnāt look tied to
me.Ā Remember, the camera doesnāt lie, does it?ā I reminded her.
Rachael suggested, āJust because we couldnāt see his hands doesnāt mean
they werenāt tied.ā
āDo you really think that Vince, a man, was overpowered by Lilly, a
woman, and tied to a bed?āĀ I asked.
Then the obvious occurred to me.
āThat would mean Lilly is an expert with ropes and knots.
Rachael added, āThat plus be a lot stronger than she looks!ā
āHum, is she a dominatrix?ā
Laughing, Rachael replied, āNot that I know of; but, it is possible.ā
āPossible is not good enough.Ā Tell me how she did it.Ā Explain to me
exactly how a woman her size overcame a man and tied him to a bed.
After you do that, then you can tell me how Gloria, another woman,
molested him.ā
Rachael, hesitated a few seconds then said, āI canāt tell you how Lilly
tied him up; I donāt know yet.Ā As to how Gloria screwed him, that was
the easy part!ā
It was the most outrageous thing Iād ever heard.Ā āEasy part?Ā Are you
serious?ā
āSure.Ā Ā The hard part was tying him to the bed; the rest was a piece of
cake.ā
Rachael was silent.Ā I could tell she was thinking.
āThe reason you donāt know is because it canāt be done.ā I told her.
But since I was supposed to be considering all possibilities I said,
āBut, just for the sake of argument, letās assume that Lilly did manage
to tie Vince up.Ā You still have to explain the erection he had?ā
She smiled, āEvery heard of messaging the prostate?ā
āIsnāt that a myth?ā
Rachael laughed, āNope, itās a scientific fact.ā
āWhere did you learn about that?āĀ I thought to myself; but, I decided
not to ask.
āIf Lilly or Gloria had done that to him, why didnāt Vince say anything
about it in his affidavit?Ā Better still, why didnāt we see one of them
doing it on the video?ā
Making eye contact with me, Rachael queried, āHow many men do you know
would want it to become public knowledge that a woman stuck her finger,
or possibly even a foreign object, up their ass?Ā Would you?Ā And, as to
why we didnāt see it on the video, it could have occurred before the
video started.ā
āI see your point.Ā The problem is, in either case, he didnāt say it; we
didnāt see it; and, therefore, we canāt prove it.Ā So whatās left?ā
Rachael responded, āI donāt know, maybe one of them slipped him a Viagra
or something?ā
āI didnāt see him swallow anything; did you?āĀ But I knew she hadnāt so
I continued, āEven if one of them did, once again, Vince didnāt mention
anything about it in his affidavit.Ā So we have no reason to assume
otherwise.ā
Rachael suggested, āThere is another possibility.Ā It might have been a
purely a response to physical stimulation.Ā Anyway, there are other ways
for a man to get an erection, you know!ā
āLike what?āĀ I asked.
Almost seductively, Rachael suggested, āMaybe Vince just simply became
aroused when Gloria got on top of him?Ā Tell me; if an attractive,
desirable, naked woman started rubbing herself on all over you wouldnāt
you get aroused too?ā
āNo!āĀ I lied.
She looked at me disbelievingly.
So what did I do? Did I confess and tell her the truth.Ā Hell no!Ā I
told another lie.
āTake it from me; the only time a man will get aroused is if he wants a
woman.ā
Without hesitation, Rachael asked, āIs that a fact?ā
āThatās right!ā
She laughed and said, āWhy donāt I believe you?ā
Maybe it was because I was lying through my teeth!
But, I had to say something.
āLetās assume, again for the sake of argument that you are right and, by
some as yet undetermined means, either Lilly or Gloria did manage to
āget it upā for him.ā
She interrupted, āOr both!ā
āOkay.Ā Thatās possible, kinky, but possible.Ā I wonāt quibble over that
one.Ā How do you explain the fact that Vince didnāt just buck her off of
Gloria as soon as she climbed on top of him?ā
It didnāt surprise me in the least when she said, āBecause once she was
up there she locked her ankles under his legs.ā
āSo?Ā Iāve known women whoāve done the same thing.Ā That doesnāt prove
anything.āĀ I replied.Ā Then I thought about it and it occurred to me
she might be rightā¦ at least on that point.Ā Pride, however, kept me
from telling her.
Inside, I really didnāt want to admit that Rachael could be right.Ā It
just offended my masculinity to think that a woman, any woman, could
overpower a man and get that much control over him.
Hoping it would put an end to the debate, I summed it all up for her.
āJust admit it.Ā Vince screwed Gloria; Lilly screwed Vince after she
caught them on video.Ā And, Samantha got screwed when she took the case!ā
But Rachael wasnāt throwing in the towel, āYouāre wrong Marty.Ā Thereās
more to that video than either of us are seeing.Ā The only explanation I
can think of is that Vince is telling the truth!ā
āProve it then.Ā If you can convince me, you can convince a jury.ā
Rachael looked at me long and hard before speaking again.Ā Something was
going through her mind.Ā Then she said to me, āYou really mean that?ā
There was an excited, almost devious, tone in her voice.
āAbsolutely!ā
Ā Then she asked, āI thought men liked to feel in control.Ā If I prove
Iām right, wouldnāt you feel as if I was threatening your masculinity?
The last thing I want is something to affect our relationship.ā
āWhat?ā I thought to myself, āis it me or is she taking this whole thing
way too seriously?ā Then I came up with what I thought was a safe responseā¦
Ā āRachael, donāt worry about it.Ā I trust you.Ā Do whatever it takes.ā
Since she seemed happy, I wrote the whole thing off to the fact that she
was probably just as tired as I was.Ā āAfter allā, I thought to myself,
āwomen can be so emotional at times.ā
āWhy donāt we figure out whose sleeping where?āĀ I suggested.
She agreed and we began touring the bedrooms.
When we got to the master bedroom, I recognized it immediately from
videos we had watched.
No sooner had I opened the door than Rachael said to me, āIāll take the
guest bedroom.ā
We hadnāt even stepped into the room yet.
One look at the dresser on the far wall told me why.Ā The entire
dresser, including all the little cubbyhole slots built into the mirror,
was covered in sex toys of various shapes and sizes.Ā The toys werenāt
on the videos because the camera wasnāt aimed in their direction.Ā As
you can imagine, it became clear to Rachael and I how Lilly could have
hidden the camera in plain sight without it being noticed.
āThey are kind of intimidating arenāt they?āĀ I said, kidding her.
Undaunted, Rachael replied, āNo, I just thought if you slept here you
might develop a new perspective on things.ā
I agreed.Ā Then I told Rachael that I was going to take a shower and go
to bed.
I brought my bags into the room and set them in the bottom of the closet
out of the way.Ā Then I closed the bedroom door and locked it, more out
of habit than security.Ā Fifteen minutes later, clean and dry I lay down
on the bed.Ā After I turned off the lamp on the nightstand, I tried to
go to sleep.
According to the clock on the nightstand, it was 2:15 in the morning and
even though I was tired, I couldnāt sleep.
Lying there in the dark, I had time to reflect on the dayās events and
began wishing that I hadnāt been so stubbornly argumentative with
Rachael.Ā She was the last person in the world I wanted to hurt.
I knew that lately I had been becoming increasingly frustrated with
myself for not having the courage to tell her how I felt about her.Ā The
reason was that I was afraid she might not feel the same way about me.
But now that it was beginning to affect our working relationship, I had
to do something.
āTime to man up!ā I said to myself and made my decision.
In the morning, I would apologize to her; and, no matter what the
consequences were, tell her how I really felt.
It was like a weight being lifted from my mind and immediately I began
to relax.Ā Soon after that, I started drifting off to sleep; and, a hazy
image began unfolding before me.
When it became clearer, I could see Gloria repeatedly taking Vinceās
love muscle deep inside her moist womanhood.Ā She was moaning wantonly
like a banshee in heat.Ā Vince, who was bound both hand and foot to the
bed, was an unresisting prisoner of her desires.
As she continued ridding him, I drifted further and further into the
realm of unconsciousness and my erotic dream.
Then, as if by magic, I was teleported onto the bed underneath her.
When I gazed up at her, Gloria looked me straight in the eyes as if
nothing had happened and proceeded feverishly riding my erect member.
āMy Godā, I thought to myself, āthis stranger is fucking me!ā and rather
than succumb to my desires I tried to throw her off me.Ā But I could
not, my wrist were tied to the headboard.
Confused, in my mind, part of me wanted to resist and part of me didnāt.
Half halfheartedly, I attempted to roll over, hoping to tumble her off
the bed but soon discovered I could not.Ā My ankles were, as I said,
were likewise bound to the foot-board.
It wasnāt so much the desire to escape, as the frustration of my failed
attempt, that caused me to try to buck Gloria off of me again.
Desperately, I pushed my hips as hard I could high into the air.Ā That
too failed when as soon as I raised my hips, Gloria simply moved her
ankles beneath my legs and locked herself into position atop me.
When I realized that all my efforts to escape did was aid her in fucking
me by driving my rigid member deeper inside her, I stopped moving
completely.
The longer it went on, the more pleasurable it became.Ā As the pleasure
increased, so too did my confusion.Ā Was I being assaulted, tormented,
or ravished?
As I was trying to make up my mind, again as if by magic, Gloria
disappeared to be replaced by another.Ā It was Rachael!
When that happened, all doubt disappeared.Ā I wanted this.Ā I wanted
her.Ā Even if Rachael tied me to a bed and mercilessly fucked me like a
mad woman; I wanted her!
This, however, was not to be.Ā Just when I was about to begin thrusting
myself into her, like an unwelcome interloper, the dark void of
dreamless sleep came to me.Ā
What I had, at first, thought to be a nightmare had turned into the most
erotic, if not disappointing, dream of my life!
And so I slept.
Sometime later, I was awakened out of a sound sleep when I felt my
wrists being pulled to the bedposts at the head of the bed.Ā Since I had
been lying on my right side, I was forced to roll over onto my back as
my right arm went towards the headboard.
āWas this a dream or was it real?ā I asked myself.
Immediately I opened my eyes.Ā The first thing I saw just before being
pulled completely onto my back was the dim red glow of the digital clock
on the nightstand.Ā It was 6:30 in the morning and still pitched black
outside.
What light there was in the room came from the LED from the alarm clock
and the now cracked open doorway.Ā There was a nightlight in the hallway
just outside my room.
āWHAT THE FUCK?ā I exclaimed and began thrashing about on the bed only
to find that there was something wrapped around each of my ankles.
Again I asked myself, āIs this a dream?ā
Then, for a split second, I caught sight of a figure moving in the
darkness towards the foot of the bed.Ā I felt something tugging at my
ankles, pulling them in the direction of the foot-board and they too
were bound unmovable.Ā The whole process of tying me up couldnāt have
taken more than five seconds.Ā Whatās more, the speed at which I had
been tied up was fast that all I could do was I lay there in shock.
Once the initial shock wore off, I began spouting obscene threats of
violence at whoever was in the room with me.
When the light came on revealing my attacker, I could not have been more
surprised.Ā Half thinking it was all a dream, I was actually expecting
to see Lilly Rossi or Gloria Lemons or both standing over me.Ā The last
person in the world I expected to see was Rachael!
And then something told me that it was all very real!
Chapter Four ā Disjunctive Allegations
Have you ever heard the old adage that a picture is worth a thousand
words?Ā Well, if thatās true, then a demonstration has to be worth a
million.Ā
Marty had been a little too argumentative the night before and I decided
it would take more than just argument to convince him who was right.Ā So
I thought to myself, āWhat better way than a live demonstration?ā
If he wanted proof, I was going to give it to him.
Once his eyes now adjusted to the light, Marty could see me.Ā You should
have seen the look on his face.Ā I donāt know what surprised him more,
the fact that I was standing there, or the way I was dressed.
You see, while he had been sleeping, I had changed into a pair of red
boy-shorts and matching sports bra.Ā I keep them in my workout bag for
those times when Iām on the road and want to exercise in my hotel room.
I learned the hard way not to wear them in public.
Theyāre a wee bit risquĆ© for that.Ā Not that I care, but itās kind of
difficult to maintain a professional reputation when people you know
professionally make āBeaver Runā jokes after seeing you jogging on the
treadmill at the gym.
Perhaps I better explain.Ā That particular little ensemble of sportswear
shows every, and I do mean every, curve of my body in almost
pornographic detail.Ā Unfortunately, they were the only things I had
that were tight fitting enough to allow me to move around without making
a sound.
All of which explains why when Marty saw me dressed that way, he lay
there silently for several seconds with drool practically running out of
his mouth.
He turned red in the face when he realized I could see what he was doing
and tried to cover up by asking, āRachael, are you out of your ever
loving mind?Ā How did you get in here?Ā I had the door locked.ā
āI picked it with the filler from a ballpoint pen.āĀ I answered,
ignoring his question about my mental state.Ā I wasnāt so sure about
that myself!
Perplexed, he asked, āBut how?ā
āThereās a safety feature built into the locks installed in most
houses.Ā Itās a hole about a sixteenth of in inch located on the
doorknob.ā
I went to the door.
āSee, on this side is the lock,ā I opened the door, āOn this side is the
hole.Ā Itās there in case you lock yourself out of an interior room. All
you have to do is stick something rigid in there and push until you hear
a click.āĀ I demonstrated by pressing the button on the doorknob locking
the door.Ā Then I shoved the pen filler in the hole on the other side
until I heard a clicking sound.Ā Immediately the button popped out
indicating that the door was unlocked.Ā āSee?ā
Astonished, Marty exclaimed, āWell Iāll be damned!Ā I never knew that.ā
Anticipating what his next question would be. I explainedā¦
āMy little brother locked himself in his bedroom when I was babysitting
him once.Ā I had to call the fire department to get him out.Ā A fireman
showed me.Ā So are you convinced yet?ā
Either Marty didnāt understand the question of he was playing dumb
because he asked, āConvinced of what?ā
āThat it is possible for a woman can overpower a man!āĀ I replied
triumphantly.
As Marty struggled with his bonds, he asked, āCouldnāt you have made
your point some other way?ā
āYouāre the one who said prove it to you, remember?Ā And no, I
couldnāt.Ā Anyway, you still havenāt answered my question.ā
Marty said nothing.Ā Instead, he began struggling with his bonds trying
to free himself.Ā But I had done a really good job of tying him up.
Amused, I stood there and watched him.Ā After about half a minute or so,
he appeared to gave up.
āFinished yet?ā
Frustrated he said to me, āAlright, youāve made your point.Ā It is
possible for a woman to overpower a man.Ā You can untie me now.
But that still doesnāt prove that Lilly had the knowledge or skills to
do the same thing to Vince.Ā Does it?Ā While youāre untying me, you can
tell me where did you learned to tie these damn knots anyway?ā
āDonāt go anywhere.ā I said, then laughed and headed out the door.
As I left the room, he called to me, āHey, wait a minute; arenāt you
going to untie me.ā
āNot just yet.Ā Iām not through with my demonstration.ā
The sound of the bed shaking half way down the hall told me he was
trying to get loose again.Ā He stopped long enough to yell to me, āAt
least tell me where you are going?ā
āDonāt worry; Iāll be back in a minute and answer all your questions!ā
I said reassuringly.Ā The bed began squeaking again telling me he was
trying again to get loose.Ā āYou might not want to struggle against
those ropes too much.Ā Those are slipknots.Ā The more you pull on them,
the tighter they become!ā
I went to the bedroom, picked up, and emptied my suitcase on the bed.
Then I took the suitcase into the living room and filled it with items I
knew Iād need in order to continued the demonstration.
The spring in my step indicated that I was really was enjoying what I
was doing.
When I reentered the room carrying my suitcase, Marty ceased his
attempts to free himself and said, āWhat do you have there?ā
I didnāt respond but rather sat it down on the bed and opened the
suitcase.
āThe list, remember?Ā And Iāve got a few pieces of evidence.āĀ I removed
the list of his objections I had made from the suitcase and held it up
for him to see.
He didnāt say anything.
āLet me start from the beginning,ā I said and began showing Marty some
of the certificates Iād discovered in the living room, āAfter you went
to bed, I went over the file again and then watched both videos a few
more times.Ā Well, just like before, I didnāt find anything useful.Ā
But then I got tired and decided to take a break.Ā So I put on a pot of
coffee; and, while I was waiting for the pot to finish, I decided to
look at that shrine to outdoor life they call a living room.
Thatās when I figured out who the great outdoors-man in the family
really is.
Iāll bet when you walked in the door and saw all that junk on the walls
you thought the same thing I did and that Vince, being the man, was the
great white hunter.Ā Am I right?ā
He nodded.
āThatās what I thought too.Ā Well, brace yourself.Ā We were both
wrong.Ā Ā Vince isnāt the one who loves the outdoors; Lilly is.Ā Vince is
just what he looks like, a city boy.ā
His jaw dropped open.Ā One by one, I began showing him the certificates
Iād placed in my suitcase.
āIt gets better.Ā Not only is she an expert fisherman, hunter, marksman
and mountaineer, but sheās also been a scoutmaster for the last twenty
years.Ā That means that is she skilled enough with knots to be qualified
to teach them.Ā Ergo, even if sheās not an expert, which the evidence
indicates she is, Lilly most definitely has the skills and experience
needed to tie somebody up quickly.ā
After I finished showing them to him, I placed the certificates
carefully back in my suitcase.Ā Next, I retrieved three books I removed
from the bookshelf in the living room and held them up for him to see.
āNow to answer you second question as to where I learned to tie those
knots holding you.Ā I found the knots in these books.ā I waved them back
and forth dramatically.Ā āI found the books on the bookshelf in the
living room.āĀ One was a book entitled āOutdoor Survivalā; the second
was the āThe Scoutmasterās Handbookā, and the last was a book dedicated
entirely to the use of ropes and knots entitled āKnots and Ropes and
Their Usesā.Ā āAnd in case youāre wondering who they belong to, theyāre
Lillyās.Ā I know that because her name is stamped in the flyleaf of
every one of them.ā
āThere are plenty of knots in these books that could have used.Ā Once I
found one that would do what I needed, it took me less than fifteen
minutes to figure out how to tie it.Ā I used the shoe laces from my
running shoes for that.Ā The next thing I had to do was determine
exactly where to place the ropes and how to secure them.Ā Thatās when I
decided to make a late night trip to Wal-mart to buy some rope and a few
other things.Ā Weāll expense that later.Ā Anyway, after I got back from
Wal-mart, I used the bed in my room to figure that out exactly where to
tie the ropes.Ā Since both beds are similar, it only took thirty minutes
more practice for me to feel confident enough to try it out on you.ā I
paused, and then said boastfully, āBy the way, tying you up was a lot
easier than I expected it would be.ā
Martyās reaction was simply to stare at me in disbelief.
āNeed more convincing?āĀ I asked.
He didnāt answer.
āI take it that is a yes then?āĀ Again there was no answer.Ā So, I
looked at the list, then put the books back into my suitcase and began
taking out items and laying them on the bed.
Curiously, Marty asked, āWhat are you going to do with those?ā
He was referring to the two home video cameras I had just placed on the
bed next to him.Ā I had picked them up also during my late night
shopping spree at Wal-mart.
āYou said the camera doesnāt lie.Ā Maybe it doesnāt; but I can prove
that sometimes it doesnāt tell the whole truth.Ā Want to find out if Iām
right?ā
If he had said no, I would have stopped there.Ā Since I was having fun,
I was thrilled when he replied, āYouāve got yourself a captive
audience.Ā Proceed.ā
I laughed.
I laid my notepad and pen over on the dresser; and, then I closed my
suitcase and placed it out of sight in the hall.
Returning to the bedroom, I picked up the cameras and checked the
batteries in each to make sure they were fully charged.
Next, I turned the LCD viewfinders on each camera around so that images
being recorded could be seen from the front of the camera.Ā Then, I made
my best guess as to where Lilly had placed her cameras and put mine in
the same positions on the dresser and television.
I was lucky to find that the store had in stock not a long a video
output cable for the camera I put in the closet.Ā I connected the
cameraās output to the plasma television.Ā Then I switched on the
television and selected the input for the camera under the television.
It took a few adjustments but I finally got the field of view of each
camera looking almost exactly the same as they were in Lillyās videos.
That accomplished, I carefully turned both cameraās viewfinders around
so they were facing the bed.
Meanwhile, Marty, who seemed intrigued by my activity, waited quietly.
I guess he wanted to see what I was going to do next.
As I headed towards my notepad, he broke his silence, āNow what?ā
āNow we go down the list.āĀ I replied.
āYou said, āI didnāt see anybody holding Vince down.Ā His hands didnāt
look tied to meā.ā
āLetās see if youāre right.ā I said as I approached the head of the bed.
Once there, I reached behind him with my left hand and pulled the pillow
from behind his head.
āIt would be easier for both of us if you raised your head.Ā Vince might
not have been given that choice; or, they could have just pulled him up
by his hair.Ā How do you want to do this, the easy way or the hard way?ā
Deciding to take the easy way, Marty raised his head.Ā When he did, I
gently placed the pillow under his head and then stepped back so he
could see the camera on the dresser.Ā He looked at it and then at the
television.
āDo you see any ropes?āĀ I asked.
Stubbornly, her replied, āNo, but that still doesnāt prove anything.
They couldnāt be seen if they werenāt there either.ā
āBut Iāve made my point.Ā While the camera might not lie, it also
doesnāt necessarily tell the truth either.Ā Does it?ā
Begrudgingly, he conceded the point and I moved on.
āNow what was it you said next?āĀ I looked at the notepad again. āOh
yes, here it isā¦
āHow, then, do you explain the erection Vince had?ā and I then said,
āHave you ever heard of messaging the prostate?āĀ Look over at the
dresser.Ā Iāll bet I can find something over there that could get a rise
out of you!āĀ Then to prove my point, I walked over to it and picked up
the biggest vibrator I could find.Ā It was at least eighteen inches long
and two and a half inches wide.Ā āDo you feel adventurous enough to find
out?ā
Marty tensed up suddenly.Ā āYou wouldnāt dare!ā
āNo!Ā I wouldnāt,ā I confessed, āand I seriously doubt they did
either.āĀ I confessed, and then put the oversized phallic back on the
dresser.
āBut, no pun intended, that brings to the next item on the list.ā
āWhen I suggested that one of them gave him something you said, āI
didnāt see him swallow anything.āāĀ I reached into my pocket and
produced small plastic bottle half full of red syrupy liquid.
āDo you know what this is?āĀ I held it up him to see it.
He examined it, laughed and then said mockingly, āSpanish Fly!Ā Youāre
joking; right?Ā That stuff doesnāt work.ā
āOne thing I can tell you is that somebody living in this house thinks
that it does.Ā I found this bottle in the kitchen cabinet.Ā There were
eight others just like it there.Ā They were on the same shelf with the
coffee, tea, and soda.Ā Unless I miss my guess, somebodyās been mixing
it with the soda to hide the taste.ā
As I saw the pillow move, indicating to me that Marty was trying his
ropes again; he said to me, āWhat makes you say that?ā
āThis particular brand of Spanish Fly just happens to come in three
flavors: cola, cherry and, my personal favorite, strawberry.Ā Want to
take a guess what flavors of soda were in the cabinet next to it?ā
Marty looked up as if in thought, then answered, āThey wouldnāt they be
cola, cherry and strawberry by any chance would they?ā
āGood answer!āĀ I said excitedly.
Being argumentative again, Marty insisted, āThat still doesnāt prove
anything.Ā Maybe they just bought it and havenāt had a chance to use it
yet?ā
āNope, somebodyās used it.Ā Or, do you have a better explanation as to
why this bottle was a quarter empty when I found it?ā
Ā Avoiding my question, Marty said, āAlright, Iāll concede that point.