1969 - Ch. 01

Some of the terminology and the way the court proceeds will not be correct. Some of the laws I have made up, but I'm sure most of you will know there are still laws which are outdated, and scoffed at today, but they still remain active.

I've had a little help with this from another author, who knows the period this is set in better than I do, and I'd like to take this opportunity to thank him for his help.

Sylvia.

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Harrington-Brown.

"Your Worship, if it may please the court, over the next few days the jury will hear how Mrs Pauline Stone, manipulated Mr Frank Taylor, into leaving the contents of his bank account, which amounts to the total of, 190 thousand pounds, 9 shillings, and 6 pence, to her, and that Mrs Stone, brought on poor Mr Taylor's death, to hasten the payment of the said sum."

"Your Worship, Mr Harrington-Brown knows full well that the cause of Mr Taylor's death is not the issue here."

The judge nods, but tells Jimmy Spratt a little background is necessary. The Judge turns to me and tells me, I'm to choose my words a little more carefully.

"Thank you Your Worship. The court will hear from several witnesses, as to the events leading up to Mr Frank Taylor's untimely death. A death brought on by a heart attack, the cause of which was an overdose of a new drug, and aided by the use of Mrs Stone's own panties. The panties were found wrapped around the 76 year olds penis, where one can only assume she was masturbating Mr Taylor, just before his heart attack."

"Objection Your Worship, there is no proof my client was doing such a thing, or even in the same room when Mr Taylor passed away, and again, Mr Taylor's death has already been determined."

Well Jimmy, you poor kid. It's his first case, and already he is so out of his depth. This is going to be fun.

"Yes Mr Harrington-Brown. Please, do I have to remind you once again why we are here today?"

God the judge is awake, unusual for him, mind you as soon as I mentioned panties he perked up.

"I'm sorry Your Worship, but Mr Taylor did indeed ejaculate in Mrs Stone's panties."

He we go banging the bloody gavel, and only 5 minutes in. Now comes the, "this is my court speech." Well the judge is wrong on that count, this is my court, the people have come to witness me, Clifford Harrington-Brown, veteran of the courts, win, and win in style. They like my antics, and the way I annoy the odd judge here and there. I'm looked up to by the great unwashed, I play up to them, and I'm completely in control of my theatre. Oh did I say theatre, well I guess it is. Still one more little shove won't hurt at this early stage.

"I apologise, as always you are quite right Your Worship. We don't know who's hand was used," great a little chuckle from the gallery. Before that gavel hits the block again I step in, "but we do know the panties belonged to Mrs Stone, and we do know Mr Taylor ejaculated..."

"Yes Mr Harrington-Brown, the court, once again, gets the message."

I strut round my court for the next few minutes, explaining to the 12 just men, how I intend proving Mrs Stone's guilt in manipulating Mr Taylor into changing his will, and getting her dirty little hands on all that money.

Okay Mr Taylor's death was classed as accidental. He was found with his own hand wrapped round his cock, which was the main reason for the accidental, or death by misadventure verdict. In a few days I'll have the jury convinced Mrs Stone did the deed, and then she won't get a penny.

I work with, and against, what I have to, and me against Jimmy Spratt is no real contest. The only benefit for me is staring at the gorgeous bit of skirt, Mrs Stone. I'm going to have fun with her later. She stands just two inches less than 6 feet, with jet black hair, and nice big tits on a slim figure. I was surprised by how pretty she was when I first set eyes on her, no wonder she has everyone in a dither in that nursing home. Her skirt is just a couple of inches above her knees, I'm told those long legs of hers go on for miles. It's a shame the dimwit Jimmy Spratt has probably told her to cover them up from her usual mini skirts. Even so there is enough there to grab my, or anyone else's attention.

As for the two ugly sisters who want their father's money, all 190 thousand pounds, 9 shillings and 6 pence of it. They are as evil as anything I've encounter before, one is a spinster and she comes across as the bossy one, the other is married and does as her big sister tells her, even her husband winces and won't stand up to his sister in law, the spinster from hell.

Cinderella, or Pauline as she is called, sits there all wide eyed, and shitting herself. By the time I've finished with her she won't want the money. Despite the previous ruling on Taylor's death, the two ugly sisters insist on their day in court. Spinster of the year wasn't too bothered about who did for her father, but as soon as she knew about his will, she flew into such a rage most of the town must have heard it.

I think there are enough perverts in amongst the great unwashed of the gallery, who will love me dredging up all the unsavoury sexual details, which appeals to me only in the name of justice...okay I wouldn't be able to convince a jury about that last thought. I sit down, after telling the jury what they are going to hear over the next few days.

Here we go, his right honourable judge, is reminding us that this is his last case before he retires. All very well and good, but he can't stop eyeing up the whore Pauline Stone, who really is a modern day Cinderella, and knowing the Judge and his penchant for all cases sexual, I'm likely to get away with almost anything.

Jimmy Spratt's turn ends after a few minutes. He came out with the same woeful opening speech that could have been read from the idiots guide to the law.

The judge has already spouted off about this not being the right court for a ruling about who gets the money, and between you and me he has already told me, in private I might add, that he wants to hear all the details.

"Your Worship, I'd happily refer who gets what to a lower court."

"Mr Harrington-Brown, that is for me to decide, and I already have. If Mrs Stone actively put Mr Taylor's life at risk," he coughs, "by means of a sexual nature, then the jury must decide she gets nothing. If she is found innocent of that fact, then the money Mr Taylor left to her in his will becomes hers. I have explained this to you and Mr Spratt, and I sincerely hope you have made it clear to the interested parties?"

"Of course it is crystal clear Your Worship. Indeed Ms Taylor, and Mrs Stride, the two daughters of the deceased, feel deeply enraged that their father, a decorated war veteran, who fought for our great country, should be conned by the very people he fought to protect. Also Your Worship, they point to the fact that Mrs Stone may well be tempted to give the old and vulnerable in her care, sexual favours for a slice of the pie, again."

Jimmy's on his feet, Mrs Stone is close to tears, the judge is banging his gavel, and I'm bloody starving.

Gradually the court returns to silence.

"Mr Harrington-Brown, Mr Spratt, members of the jury, this court will resume tomorrow where we will hear the evidence against Mrs Stone."

"Mrs Stone seems a little bewildered by it all Sir."

"Don't be fooled by that pretty face Tom, it is amazing how well women can act when the chips are down. The ugly sisters want Pauline Stone's guts for garters, which young Tom, earns me a tidy packet. Come on, time for one last word with Jimmy Spratt, and get him riled up."

"Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, you know you can't win this don't you. Save your client a lot of grief and get her to change her mind and give this up. Convince her a few days here isn't worth all that money. Take the hot assed bitch to dinner tonight, and end this while you still can."

"I know what you're trying to do Harrington-Brown, and you won't wind me up, and less of the sexist terms about my client, this is 1969, not the dark ages."

"Hey Jimmy I'm only pulling your leg," I smile and wink at him, as the court empties, "I bet you like the look of her yourself though don't you?" I put my arm round his shoulder, "it is going to be difficult for me, she certainly has the looks to distract the jury, but I'll win."

He pulls my hand from his shoulder, "Mrs Stone will be going straight home to look after her injured husband."

"How is he, still standing by her?"

"Of course, and do try to remember we are here to help the jury decide on the money. It is not about Pauline killing Mr Taylor; even you must admit there was a lack of any evidence in the first place."

"Hey Jimmy you do me and my clients a disservice, it's the money we want. I like you Jimmy, we might be on opposite sides, but I could do with fresh blood in my team."

For a moment he stops and looks at me, I see a faint flicker in his eyes.

"Just remember, win or lose, she could be your ticket to something a lot bigger, and if I might add, go easy with the objections, and I'll consider taking you on, imagine no more money worries for you and that pregnant wife of yours."

I watch him walk away and start chatting to best bit of skirt I've seen in ages, Mrs Pauline Stone.

"He'll never make it the courts, and you won't take him on, will you Sir?"

"We can let the poor kid dream, and even though he's fucking useless, it doesn't hurt to hold to a few aces by distracting him, does it young Tom?"

Pauline.

"How are you feeling?"

"Okay, the doctor says the plasters on my legs can come off in a few days for ones less bulky. How was court?"

"Humiliating, I don't know about this."

"Pauline, it can't be as humiliating as it is for me, knowing my wife has fucked someone old enough to be her fucking grandfather."

Here he goes again, rubbing it in every chance he gets.

"Barry please stop, you said you'd forgive me, can't you just not mention it for one day, please?"

He nods and I give him a smile.

"I've got you a couple of chops for tea. Do you want them now or shall I wash your hair first?"

"Your stepsister washed my hair."

"I said I'd do it for you. Gloria just has to look after you while I'm in court."

"Yeah, well when we get that money you can give up work too. How long before we get it?"

"It's not that simple, I don't like the guy who is against us. He seems cocky and confident."

"Well of course he does, it's his job. Oh the landing is tomorrow."

"What landing?"

"You know Apollo, the first man walking on the moon. Gloria and I are going to watch it here, together."

I'm in the kitchen now peeling potatoes, and I know Barry is waiting for me to say something. It has been like this ever since he found out about me and Frank Taylor. He teases me and tries to wind me up. I can't blame him, what man wouldn't if his wife had been unfaithful.

Day Two.

Harrington-Brown.

The court stands as the judge makes his entry.

I stand and walk over to the jury. I like to look at each one in turn wishing them a good morning and smile at them, even the one with the wonky eye, and the wire brush like hair.

"You are Charlie Wells, and you resided at the Glory Nursing Home?"

He nods, and I tell him I need him to reply verbally. He does.

"How old are you Charlie?"

"69, 70 in four days, but I'm still 69 at the moment, but then it'll be my birthday in..."

"Yes in four days," I say with a smile. Jesus, give me strength!

"Oh it's a residential home, not a nursing home."

"Sorry, I'll try and remember that Charlie."

"Yes well we aren't all at death's door you know."

"That's nice to know," I say under my breath, and a little more sarcastically than I should have done.

"Please Mr Harrington-Brown."

"Yes your Worship. Now Charlie, could you tell me a little about your relationship with Pauline Stone?"

He smiles for a moment.

"Well, she is one lovely young woman. There isn't anything she wouldn't do for us in that place. I remember her coming in at night and changing my bed. It's a bit embarrassing but I wet myself. She changed me, sat me in the chair, and then did my bed. God that was sight and a half, her in that little uniform she wears. I mean it can barely keep her knickers covered when she stands up straight, but bending over, well she hasn't got a chance."

Jimmy raises his objection, but the court has already got visions of her sexy ass on show.

"I tell you in my day, girls who showed off their ankles were considered a strumpet."

"Is that what you thought of Pauline Stone?"

Jimmy gets to his feet again, but the judge tells him to sit down and not to keep interrupting, or we'll all be in a care home before this is through.

"I'm just saying, these mini skirts what is in fashion, shows it all off."

"I'm afraid that's fashion now Charlie, no matter how inappropriate. Perhaps she should have worn a longer uniform?"

"I'm not complaining, nothing else to do all day but stare at the young dolly birds. Her dress was always the shortest though, and she had the longest legs, and she never complained when I pinched her ass. Yeah we called her sexy legs or hot legs or..."

"I think we get the picture Charlie, that'll be all," I say with a chuckle at the jury.

Some of the jury have already been taken in by Charlie's nature. I have to get rid of him. The silly old fool is sympathetic to our Cinderella. Someone in my firm is going to get well and truly fucking fired for this.

"No Mr Haring-Brown or what ever your name is, you don't understand, she is a goddess in that place, opening her uniform for us."

For a moment I'm lost in trying to get rid of him, and thinking of whom the fuck to fire, but now I've got something to get my teeth into.

"Are you saying she opened her uniform, on purpose?"

"Yeah, well she did, just so I could see her bosoms."

Jimmy rises to his feet again, this time it is the judge's hand that stops him, and the muttering people in the gallery, who have fuck all to do but come in here in the hope they'll get themselves off on poor Cinderella's antics.

"She showed you her breasts Charlie?"

He nods, and then grins, "I didn't see her nipples just her tits in her bra."

"Well, well, well, Charlie, you saw her breasts in her bra?" I say and spin round facing the jury.

"Yes and I haven't had anyone do what she did, for nearly 20 years."

I hold my hand up stopping Charlie from talking for a moment; it is part of my theatrics, allowing everyone to ready themselves, for a big reveal.

"And what was that Charlie, what did Mrs Stone do?"

"Well if you shut up and stop repeating everything I say you'll find out. To fond of your own voice, that's your trouble."

A titter goes round the courtroom and the judge bangs his gavel, "Please continue Mr Wells," the judge says.

"Thank you Your Worship Judge. I was well, I don't like admitting it, but I like to have a little relief now and then. She was bent over changing the sheets. I asked her to jiggle around a bit."

"So this happens a lot, and is she fully aware you were touching yourself?"

"No not a lot, but she was bent over, so I could see her knickers. Anyway she was swaying her hips, and I couldn't manage it. I got frustrated, and then a little teary."

"So you were trying to relieve yourself, and Mrs Stone was actively encouraging you, teasing you, if you will?"

"Like I said if you'll let me finish. She said she didn't have all night, and she came and well, used her hand on me with a bunch of tissues."

The judge's gavel has never been used so much. The noise from the courtroom, the looks to the deeply blushing Mrs Stone, and the bleating Jimmy Spratt, are all part of my creation, despite that ass Wells ruining my theatrics.

"Just one final question Charlie," I say five minutes later when the room has quietened down, "did Pauline ever ask you, or hint at asking you, for money?"

"No, well not ask, but she used to say she had to do extra shifts, because she couldn't afford the rent with her husband being off sick for the last 6 months. He has two broken legs and a broken arm, but she didn't ask outright."

"No, Charlie, Mrs Stone wouldn't ask out right as you say," I turn to the jury, "she's far too clever for that. Some would say she would be more fitting working in a brothel than a nursing home. I'll withdraw that Your Worship," I add knowing what will come next before it does, and before Jimmy has the chance to get off his seat.

You see the damage is done, I've put in the jury's brains, that all these little showing off her body displays, and jerking off a guy in his late 60's is purely in the hope of gaining a financial reward.

Jimmy says his bit, and asks his tiresome questions while I sit eyeing up Cinderella and wondering, how the hell a 24 year old could pull on a withered old cock. Something catches my ear and I'm out of my chair in a flash.

"You'll get another chance Mr Harrington-Brown," the judge says.

5 minutes later I'm at Charlie again, this time I'm in no mood to fuck about. My number two is already in the corridor phoning my office, and trying to find out why I haven't heard about this latest little gem.

"To be clear Charlie, you gave Pauline Stone a cheque to cash for you, for 11 pounds 4 shillings, and 11 pence, and she never returned with the money?"

"Yes, like I told the young chap 10 minutes ago, she said she had been robbed, her blouse was torn and she was in a right state, poor girl."

God the fucking dim bastard!

"And you believed her Charlie?"

He looks to the judge a little bewildered, and then back at me. I don't really need to say much more, but I need the jury to remember this. Sometimes beating them over the head with facts can work the opposite way you want, but I'm hopeful the guy holding his bowler hat on his lap, will later remind the rest of this very fact.

"Charlie, is it not possible that Mrs Stone could have lied to you about being robbed?"

Jimmy is on his feet, but I carry on shouting above the little twerp.

"Charlie, perhaps she wasn't robbed at all, perhaps it is you who has been robbed, by the very woman you obviously trust so much."

I look at her shaking her head in disbelief, one step away from shouting her innocence. That poor little worried mouth of hers trembles deliciously. I can imagine that very mouth round my cock.

The court is once again silent.

"Mr Harrington-Brown, have you anymore questions?"

"Just a couple more Your Worship, with your permission,"

The judge nods like he is in charge, the stupid ass!

"Charlie did the robbery take place before, or after Mrs Stone performed that sex act on you?"

"After...yes it was without doubt after."

Either way that didn't matter; I just have to adapt his answer to what I tell the people here in court.

I swing round to the jury, "The robbery happened after, gentlemen of the jury, after, and not before, after that young woman," I say pointing my finger at the quivering Mrs Stone, "performed the sex act we have heard about on poor old gullible Charlie. We have heard how she hinted at money being tight."

Jimmy is on his feet again, complaining about what I'm getting at. I open my hands to the court feigning shock, at Jimmy's accusation that I was going to suggest Mrs Stone saw the chance to have the earlier hand job, finally paid for. I was of course, but I knew I wouldn't have to. You see jumping in like that you have to be sure what is going to come next, and you have to be sure the judge is on the same wavelength. Poor Jimmy looked to the judge for help, but the Judge just gave him a look to say an accusation had not been made, yet.

Jimmy sits down heavily in his chair, after having explained to the whole court that I was about to suggest Cinderella decided to keep the money for payment for the hand job, some weeks previous.