Trying Times

And then, the day comes when the mail arrives and in it is that dreaded envelope that says ''Jury Summons." Opening it, there is an invitation to report in one month. Reporting results in actually being selected for the trial of the century: a murder trial. The victim: a beloved politician. And if that is not enough, the jury is sequestered.

Sitting in the jury box, Bill glanced around at his fellow jurors. An equal number of women and men, the latter in a variety of ages. He sat on the back row, and what he could see of the woman seated in front of him, she seemed attractive. She had a somewhat low-cut top on, and he could almost see down it. However, he also noticed that the courtroom was filled to capacity, and there were eyes on the jury, so he didn't want to be obvious paying attention to another juror's tits rather than the judge's instructions, although the female judge was pretty hot also. Still, he knew he could look and listen simultaneously.

Casual scanning of the other female jurors revealed some other nice-looking women.

"Now, that we have a jury seated," the gorgeous judge said, "I regret that due to the serious nature of this case, it will be necessary to sequester the members for the duration of the trial. You will be dismissed to go home to pack clothes and personal items. You will return here by five pm, at which time you will be escorted to a nearby hotel. Your personal items will not include electronic devices such as cell phones, tablets, or personal computers, including laptops. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience. Both prosecution and defense attorneys, be warned this court will not tolerate unnecessary delays or posturing. We want this trial to be swift, but it will be fair. Opening statements will begin at nine a. m. tomorrow morning. Any questions?"

There were none.

Bill was not particularly happy about being sequestered, but he worked for a large software company, so he wouldn't have a problem being away from the office. He was single, so he had no family that he would be away from. At his apartment, he ate lunch, packed for several days, called his office, then was back in the jury room well ahead of time. This enabled him to watch the other jurors return, particularly those attractive women, including the one seated in front of him, who still wore the low-cut top. She did have great tits.

By five p. m., all jurors had returned, and they were promptly escorted to the hotel across the street, which was not high end, but neither was it economy. Bill's room was a standard hotel room, but very comfortable. There was a small sofa under the window. The only surprise was a door on the side wall, which past experience taught him was a connection to the next room. He wouldn't have thought any juror would be in a connecting room.

Curiosity had him opening the door. To his amazement, the other room's occupant also opened the other door. It was actually the woman sitting in front of him with the big tits. She was as surprised as he was.

"Oh, my," she said. "I was expecting a closed door."

"Yeah, I guess I was, too."

She extended her hand. "Nancy."

He took it. "Bill."

"Are we even supposed to... be talking?"

"I thought I heard the judge say we could only talk to other jurors."

"Now that you mention it, I think you're right," Nancy agreed.

Bill couldn't help staring at her impressive chest.

"This sucks being sequestered," she lamented.

"A little. But now that we're neighbors, not so much."

"You're right about that," Nancy agreed with a giggle. "Except I don't sleep well in hotels."

"Oh, well, if you can't sleep, knock on the door, I'll keep you company," Bill said with a smirk so she wouldn't think he was coming on to her.

"Okay," she answered slowly, knowing he was looking at her tits. Of course, she knew she had nice tits that guys always stared at. Didn't really bother her. Particularly since Bill was handsome.

There was a knock on Nancy's door. She turned to glance at it. "They're probably getting us for dinner," she said. Looking back at Bill, then to her door, and back again, she added, "We should probably keep this to ourselves." She gestured to their connecting doors.

"Yeah. Probably."

''See you at dinner." Nancy closed her door.

A minute later, there was a knock on Bill's door. He went to answer it.

"Are you ready for dinner, sir," an officer asked.

''Yes."

The group was escorted to a private dining room. They were fed a decent meal and conversation was casual. Nancy sat across from Bill smiling frequently at him. A couple of the other attractive women sat on either of Nancy, both eyeing Bill. Once dinner was done, the jurors were brought back to their rooms.

Bill sat on the sofa and used the TV remote to switch it on. He flipped through the channels noticing that all TV news channels were not being received.

"Fuck!"

The connecting door opened--Bill thought he'd closed it all the way.

"Did you say something?" Nancy asked.

"They've blanked out any channel that does news."

"Oh, I'm sorry. You drink Scotch?" Nancy held up a bottle of Macallan.

"Where did you get that?" Bill asked.

"I snuck it in. Mix it in with underwear. They never root through women's underwear."

"I don't normally drink Scotch, but since that's all there is..."

Nancy had brought two glasses from her room. She came to him and sat on the sofa, very close. She handed Bill a glass. He held it out for her to pour. She half-filled it. They clanked glasses.

"Surely, there must be a crappy movie on."

So, Bill found one as they sipped her Scotch. Nancy did not see him cringe with every sip he took. Still, he drank it all, as did she. Nancy half-filled their glasses again. He'd noticed her short skirt. She kicked off her shoes, raised one foot, and rested it on the part of the sofa the seat pillows sat on. This, of course, caused her skirt to rise up and she did not bother to fix it.

Then somehow, her shapely leg became more interesting than the crappy movie. And peripherally, her breasts bubbling out of her top also captured his attention.

Nancy drank her Scotch as she watched, finishing her glass. Bill couldn't tell if she was actually watching the crappy movie. Then, she reached for the bottle to again half-fill her glass. She held up the bottle to add to his glass, but he declined as he still had some. She continued to watch as she sipped--or sipped as she watched, and it wasn't long before her glass was empty again.

She did not refill it, instead simply holding the empty glass. As Bill continued to eye her legs and boobs, he also noticed her glass tilting, suggesting she was nodding off. He reached out to take the glass and set it down. As though relieved of a burden, Nancy slowly slid over to lean against Bill as though she could not control her body.

It didn't bother Bill. He didn't have a regular girlfriend, so it was nice to feel a woman against him, even one he just met. And if that was not enough, the weight of her head had it slipping down onto his lap. He had already been developing an erection, and now, having her head resting right next to it had it pulsing.

With nowhere else to put his hand, he rested it on her waist. If she was aware, she did not object. The lump in his pants was dangerously close to her face, so he unobtrusively attempted to move it. However, to his surprise, she moved her face closer, rubbing her cheek against his bulge. Of course, his cock pulsed against her face. She giggled.

Bill did not know what to make of that. Still, he left himself alone. She rubbed her face on it. Again, it pulsed. Again, she giggled.

Casually, Nancy brought her hand up, using only her forefinger to slide his zipper down. Just as deftly, with that same forefinger she applied a little pressure against the snap, which released it. She didn't hesitate to pull down the elastic of his underwear until his cock was exposed. He didn't see her eyes widened at the sight of his big dick.

Her grabbing his cock was amazing. Then, she moved her head up so that the tip was against her lips. She licked the head.

Bill whimpered.

Nancy opened her mouth to allow the head in. He couldn't help but gently thrust his hips to send more in. She did not resist but instead swirled her tongue around. As she continued to suck, he didn't stop gently pumping. As it was going, he took a chance and pushed his pants and underwear down below his scrotum.

She became more aggressive with her sucking, and Bill noticed her tits spilling out of her top. He felt they were far enough along that he could caress her breast. She moaned, which he took as a positive sign, so he lifted her boob out, and caressed it a bit more. She pulled her other breast out. Her skirt had risen high up on her thighs.

He moved his hand down to her rear. His hand latched onto the hem of her skirt, which he slowly pulled it up, only to find she wore no panties. So, this might have been premeditated. Didn't matter. Was all the more reason to proceed.

Particularly since she did not stop his fingers from sliding up the crack of her ass. But that was all he was allowed. She sat up.

''It's been a while for me," Nancy explained as she pressed her lips to his.

She was actually a good kisser, so he definitely did not resist. And with her tits hanging out, he had to fondle them. They were big and luscious. So, maybe jury duty wouldn't be so bad.

Nancy tried to push his pants down, so he did the gentlemanly thing and assisted, sliding them down and off. She then went for his shirt, which he also finished removing, rendering him completely naked.

As their kiss continued, she grabbed his cock to stroke, so he maintained one hand on her breast, and the other went between her legs where he felt her wet pussy.

She moaned. Then she stood to undress herself, then straddled his lap, their lips again coming together. After a few seconds, she leaned back, then slapped his face with her tits. He loved it.

Nancy also planted her moist snatch on his cock and rubbed until it found its way inside her hole. Another moan escaped her lips as she impaled herself to the hilt. Then she started her ride.

Bill couldn't help but whimper it felt so good his cook totally engulfed in her warm, wet cave.

She bounced hard with long strides, her tits rubbing against his face with each up and down. She was continually moaning and whining and occasionally muttering how wonderful it felt. Possibly to be playful, she spread her tits apart, mashed her cleavage against his face, then closed her boobs against his cheeks. It smothered him, to be sure, but he held his breath to enjoy it.

Nancy was breathing heavy, and Bill didn't know if it was from exertion or pleasure, but a second later, she grunted and groaned, and he felt her vaginal muscles tense, then he knew she had climaxed. However, that did not stop her. She quickly got up, but just as quickly reversed, sat back down, and guided his cock in again.

Bill moaned because it felt as good going in again as it had the first time. And also, just as quickly, Nancy was bouncing again. He could sort of see her tits bouncing so he reached around to hold them. They felt magnificent. He'd never been with a woman with such big breasts.

This went on for a few minutes before Nancy leaned to her right and let herself fall onto her side. Bill did the only logical thing and went with her, particularly since he had not come yet. His cock miraculously did not come out.

She was holding her upper leg up, so he grabbed her thigh to assist. His other arm was still under her armpit, that tit resting comfortably in his palm. Her nipple found its way between his thumb and forefinger, so he squeezed it.

With a sigh, she murmured, "Oh, yes!" Then, "Oh, you feel so good. Make me come again!"

All Bill could do was pump harder.

Nancy twisted her head so they could kiss again, but it was awkward, so it did not last. But it did provide her with that second orgasm. This one had her trembling so much, he actually slipped out of her.

But as before, Nancy quickly got up. Bill waited for her to jump him again, but this time, to his surprise, she knelt on the floor to suck him like he had never been sucked before. It didn't take long for him to reward her with a mouthful of cum.

''Mmmm," she moaned as she swallowed.

Looking up at him with a grin and a bead of semen in the corner of her mouth, she smiled. Wiping it away, she sat beside him.

"Nightcap?" she asked reaching for the half empty bottle of Scotch.

"Why not?" Bill reached for his glass. He stopped her at two fingers.

"Hope I wasn't keeping you from anything,'' Nancy said.

Bill nearly burst into laughter, but he could see she was serious. "Well, I was going to unpack my suitcase, but I guess it can wait."

She chuckled. "You were so good. I mean, you really were. I really needed that. Thank you."

With a smirk, he said, "Didn't do me any harm, either."

Downing her drink, Nancy stood, gathered her clothes and bottle, then headed for her room. "We can do this again, if you like. Another night, I meant."

"Yeah. Another night."

Then she disappeared, closing both doors behind her.

Bill merely sat there staring at the door. He shrugged. "Well, that was fun," he said to the sofa, patting it, as he got up and headed for the bathroom to get ready for bed.

* * *

Bill slept exceptionally well and did not really want to rise when his alarm went off. However, he knew he really had no choice. He was ready when the officer knocked on his door. And that was when he saw Nancy again. She looked stunning, not like she was going to sit in a jury box all day, heavily made up, short dress to show off her best attributes: tits and legs.

"Good morning," she greeted as though they had not seen each other since dinner last night, not having fucked their brains out in his room.

The other jurors exited their rooms, greeting each other, to join the procession down to the private dining room for breakfast. There was casual conversation. Again sitting across from him, Nancy occasionally looked up and smiled at him. The attractive woman sitting next to Nancy, Sylvia, Bill thought her name was, noticed the looks Nancy was giving him, and leaned over to whisper to her. The two whispered for a couple of minutes with Sylvia displaying wide-eyed grins and giving Bill coquettish looks. He merely smiled back.

After breakfast, they were taken to the courthouse to the jury room. Everyone looked tired, likely not because they'd spent hours fucking, more likely they were out of their routines.

On time, the jury were led into the courtroom in which everyone else was already assembled. The beautiful judge offered some instructions, then the prosecution delivered their opening statement, wherein they said they would prove the accused committed the crime. Then the defense said how they would prove that the accused was not guilty.

And so, the day went as the prosecution called witnesses. Bill found it difficult to stay alert since he now had eyes on both Nancy and Sylvia, with an occasional glimpse at the judge. Love to see under that robe, he thought. Then there was the lunch break and trying to remain awake in the afternoon with a full tummy. And if that wasn't enough misery, the judge let the trial go until six pm, and the jury went directly to dinner.

"Anyone have any thoughts?" one of the older men, John, asked.

"Was all I could do to stay awake," another man, Charles, said.

Everyone laughed, some mumbling agreement. No one wanted to discuss the trial. Finally, they were back in their rooms.

All Bill could do was stretch out on his bed. He wasn't really sleepy, just weary. He considered switching on the TV but knew all the good channels had been removed. He also thought about tapping on Nancy's door to see if she wanted to play, but he was really too lazy to get up. So, he just lay there.

But then, a few minutes later the connecting door swung open. That was not really the surprise. What was was the visitor: Sylvia. She was wearing a silky, or satiny, dress, or was it a nightgown, low-cut with thin straps, but long, calf or ankle-length.

''Hi. Remember me? Sylvia. Want some company?"

The garment was loose-fitting, not succeeding much in containing her big tits. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore glasses.

"Sure. Come in." Bill pulled himself to a sitting position.

She stepped closer to the bed, giggled, bent over slightly to show off her boobs, and said, "This fucking sequestering sucks."

Bill merely shrugged. Not if I get such a beautiful visitor every night. ''How did you get into Nancy's room?"

"The jury has this entire floor, so the guards don't watch that carefully. Plus, they remain at the other end of the hallway by the elevators and stair well. They didn't notice a quick dash. Nancy mentioned you had connecting rooms."

With a nod of understanding, Bill said, "So, you came for a visit."

"Something to do," Sylvia said. "Unless I'm keeping you from something."

''Oh, so many things," Bill said with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I can see how busy you are," she said with a grin. "Mind if I sit?"

Bill merely extended his arm in response.

Sylvia sat on the edge of the bed, but just as quickly stretched out along the foot of the bed on her side, resting her upper body on her elbow, her tits nearly spilling out.

"Make yourself comfortable," Bill facetiously offered, since she already had.

"Ever served on a jury before?" Sylvia asked.

"No. You?"

"I was summoned a few years ago, but fortunately, I was not chosen."

"And now you're sequestered."

"And it fucking sucks," she repeated. As she talked, she fiddled with her hair, which kept her arms up and exposed more of her chest, still with her boobs bubbling out.

"What else would you be doing?"

"I am actually an interior decorator. I'd probably be working on my next design."

"Couldn't you be doing that now?"

"I suppose so, but sitting in a courtroom all day is not inspiring. Wood paneling is not fashionable anymore."

''Yeah, I guess so." Sylvia laid down further, resting her breasts on the mattress. "You enjoying looking at my tits?"

Bill did not flinch at being called out. She had come to him dressed this way. "I'm really just wondering if your clothing will continue to contain them."

Sylvia giggled and attempted to cover her upper breast. "I slipped into something more comfortable after returning from dinner before deciding to go visiting." She lifted herself back up onto her elbow.

"Is that a dress or nightgown?"

''It really is a dress, but I never wear it out. As you can see, it is loose-fitting and quite revealing. But it is comfortable to lounge around in."

''So, it seems."

"I like kind of being... loose." She grabbed a breast and hefted it.

He had a feeling that described her in more ways than one. ''Well, then, as I said, make yourself comfortable."

"This is comfortable," Sylvia said as she pulled both breasts out and let them dangle.

Bill was not really surprised. Why else would Sylvia come to him dressed as she was?

She watched him for a reaction.

All he said was, "Okay."

Sylvia offered an odd grin, as though expecting more.

So, Bill said, "Nice breasts."

She lay on her back grinning. Bill took a chance, leaned over, and fondled her tit. She giggled and sat up again, the move covering her tits back up. She didn't express outrage or offer any other resistance.

Believing Sylvia had been talking to Nancy, and that Sylvia had come looking for similar... activity, Bill reached out, pulled one of her tits back out and played with it. Again, Sylvia merely smiled and let him play. His touch was gentle.

"Mmmm, yes," she purred. "That's nice. What else can you do?" she crawled up to where he was lying and rested her head on a pillow. She pulled her dress up and spread her legs to reveal she wore nothing underneath. "Have you had dessert?" He wasn't surprised but did not refuse her invitation. Her pussy glistened, and he decided to kiss her inner thighs before touching tongue to clit.

Sylvia sighed.

He separated her labia with his tongue, flicked her clit, and jabbed her hole.

She squirmed, but he was not deterred. He enjoyed eating pussy, and this one was tasty. She pumped her hips as though to make certain his tongue touched all over. But he was skilled enough to be thorough.

Bill paused to remove his shirt, then immediately returned. "And no, I did not have dessert."

Sylvia looked up and chuckled. "Then here it is."

But after a few minutes, she sat up. "Come to think of it, I didn't have dessert, either." She pushed him back. "Stand up."

Bill complied because of what he thought she was going to do. Sylvia crawled forward and instantly reached for his pants, undoing his belt and sliding down his zipper. She pulled the elastic of his underwear down to fish out his cock. It went right into her mouth. She licked his entire shaft up and down before deep throating him.

He wasn't expecting that, but it felt delightful.

She sucked eagerly, and he let her. She laid down, her tits flattening out. She held his balls to control her oral indulgence. Her grip on his scrotum was tender and felt comforting in her warm palm. She alternated sucking and stroking and even let him fuck her mouth. He liked it best when she occasionally deep-throated him. He hadn't had any women do that, and the feeling of his shaft in her tight throat felt unlike anything he had ever experienced. Her saliva dripped off his rod onto the bed.

When she stopped to catch her breath, he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. He was now completely naked, and she basically was except for the flimsy garment, which was now gathered around her waist. His eyes took in her bare, shapely ass. He lifted one leg onto the bed, which enabled him to reach out and fondle her butt.

She moaned as his finger slid between the crack. "You want in there?" she asked. But without waiting for an answer, she turned over onto hands and knees. A wiggle of her ass was his invitation to enter. He did not hesitate to slide his dick in. She was wet, allowing him to glide effortlessly. He pumped slowly.

"That feels wonderful!" Sylvia moaned.

''Yes. It does." Bill leaned over to gently grab her face and turn her head to kiss her. She did not resist, and the kiss was savory.

When she turned her head back, she said, "Harder."

Bill complied, and the quicker friction felt good. He would be hard pressed to choose whether Sylvia was better than Nancy had been. Both were quite satisfying.

The bed was really shaking as he pounded her. She moaned and groaned, and Bill hoped these rooms were well sound-proofed. He heard a squeak, and out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Nancy peek briefly through the connecting door.

But his attention returned to the business at hand as Sylvia started whining, moaning, and shaking.

''I'm coming! Keep it up!"

So, he did as she buried her face in the mattress to muffle her orgasmic screaming. She backed into him as though so doing would make it last longer. When she finished, she fell forward, his cock popping out. The afterglow had her whimpering.

"That was fucking awesome! Where'd you learn to do that?"

Thinking quickly, Bill answered. "I took a correspondence course."

"A correspondence course. That's funny! Come here so I can finish you off."

Bill returned to his original position. Sylvia was mostly already in place, so she crawled between his legs and started sucking. She deep throated him a couple of times, then stared at his hard cock coated with her saliva.

"I really don't want to waste this." So, she straddled his hips and impaled herself on him.

''Mmmm," he murmured. "Feels good to be inside you again."

"Good. Because it feels good to have you there.''

Bill pumped while Sylvia rode, both at a moderate pace.

After a few minutes, he asked, "Can I be on top?"

Without a word, she rolled onto her back. Bill mounted and re-entered in the missionary position. Everything else had been good, but this was the best. As he pumped, she licked her forefinger and used it to rub her clit. Her tits were jiggling back and forth, so he reached out to hold them. He grabbed her nipples, holding one each between a thumb and forefinger.

"Pinch!" she said.

He did, and that led her to another trembling climax. Then she quickly rolled him over to alternate sucking and stroking. His first couple of spurts landed on her glasses, then she took him in her mouth to finish.

She exaggerated swallowing, then said, "That was great! I've never come twice!"

Bill chuckled. "I've never had a woman come twice. Who said jury duty wouldn't be fun?"

"Well, no one said jurors would have to entertain each other."

* * *

Bill was dragging ass in the morning. As great as the sex had been the last two nights, his body was just not accustomed to the exertion. And then, to have to sit through a boring trial all day completely wore him out. Both Nancy and Sylvia walked with him to breakfast, garnering the attention of a couple of the other women. He really had to force himself to concentrate on the trial, which he was quickly losing interest in. And by the end of the day, he was done.

However, during dinner, another woman, Lucy, sat beside him and engaged him in seductive conversation, touching him occasionally to emphasize what she was saying. She'd obviously been talking to Nancy and Sylvia, and he sensed she was looking for an invite to his room. As desirable as she was, he was just too tired. But he tried not to sound disinterested because he might be interested another night.

As it had been another long day in court, by the time he made it back to his room after dinner, Bill did the minimal he could to get ready for bed, dropping into bed in only underpants. He was asleep in seconds.

* * *

And because he went to bed so relatively early, he also was awake early. But he realized the sound of someone breathing next to him was what woke him up. He turned to find Lucy lying beside him.

She grinned at him.

"Lucy."

"I thought you might have liked some company. Nancy let me in through her room. You were already asleep. I got into bed with you, hoping you might wake up. You didn't and I fell asleep."

"Even though we're just sitting around all day in the courtroom, it is very tiring for me. Guess I just couldn't keep my eyes open."

They both turned onto their backs. "I hope you don't mind that I slept with you."

"Didn't even know you were here until I woke up. Sorry you didn't get what you came here for."

Sliding closer, Lucy said, "There's still time." She then leaned closer to press her lips to his.

Well, there was no escaping it now. But it didn't take much for him to get into it, particularly like Nancy and Sylvia, she was a good kisser. It even appeared that, with the covers pulled up to her breasts, she was probably nude underneath. As the kiss intensified, Bill boldly reached out and tugged the blanket down to see what those tits looked like. They were not big but pretty mounds on her chest, nor did she resist, and instead, seemed to become more passionate with her boobs exposed.

So eager was Lucy, she pushed the covers down to expose her legs so she could drape one over his crotch. Her hands roamed all over him. He grabbed her ass and discovered she wore skimpy panties that barely covered her cheeks, then dragged his hand along her thigh.

They kissed intently, their hands continuing to explore each other's bodies. She could feel his erection against her leg, so she rubbed her thigh on it. Her leg felt nice, so he decided to feel her tits. Though small, they were just as nice.

Their frolicking had them twisting on the bed until they were sideways. She spread her legs, allowing him to move between them. They continued to kiss as he pressed his hard-on against her. He kissed her neck and boobs. She moaned and giggled. She seemed to like it, so he nibbled on her nipples, then sucked those nubs. With his lips still attached, he reached down to rub her pussy over her panties.

Lucy then rolled them over. She re-engaged his lips, then kissed his chest and sucked his nipples. Now, her pussy was on his hard cock. She ground against it, then dug her hand into his underwear. Easing her chest forward, she teased him by dipping her nipples to his mouth. He latched onto it and nibbled.

Next, she kissed her way down his chest and abdomen and teased him by nibbling on his cock over his underwear. Slowly, she peeled it down until his dick sprang up. Grabbing it, she rubbed her lips all over the head, licked his entire shaft, then took it in her mouth. He pushed the elastic down below his scrotum, so she sucked his balls.

And another woman who was good with a dick in her mouth.

Finally, she pulled back onto her haunches, taking his underwear with her. Without a word, she turned onto her back and spread her legs.

Bill did not need instruction to move between her legs and pull her panties down. She'd gotten a good taste of his, so he sampled her. She was wet and juicy, and he thought, what a perfect way to start the day; get the old heart pumping.

She was constantly whimpering, but remained still, although, he could see her abdomen spasming. He stuck a finger of one hand into her hole while fondling her tit with the other. Her moans intensifying, she grabbed his hair with both hands and held tightly.

''Oh, I can't wait anymore! Fuck me!"

Bill had been waiting for this part, also. He was quickly in position to drive his cock in. Lucy roared her pleasure. She spread her legs wide as though that would enable him to go deeper.

With a huge smile, she commanded, "Give it to me!"

So, Bill pounded harder.

"Yes, yes!" She raised one leg and rested it on his shoulder. But after a minute, she said, "Let's turn over."

Bill pulled out and laid on his back. She mounted him cowgirl and quickly guided him back in. She rode him as hard as he had her. He held onto her hips to prevent her from becoming too wild as he noticed the room getting lighter as the sun came up. But it seemed no amount of holding could prevent her from going savage. She was a bucking bronco, and he thought sure he would pop out, but he never did. Instead, she came in a blistering orgasm, shivering and shaking.

Crazed, Lucy mashed her lips to his in her most ferocious kiss yet. He feared she was going to chew his lips. Then, she surprised him by sliding down and literally swallowing his dick. Somehow, he didn't think she intended to deep-throat him, but down he went. She seemed to nearly choke but quickly recovered and eased into sucking him normally. She made another attempt at deep throating, but couldn't do it, so she sat up, turned around, got on hands and knees, and shook her ass.

Bill was immediately behind her and doing her doggy style.

Lucy mewled when he slid back in, loving being filled again.

"I like it hard in case you haven't noticed."

Without comment, Bill again pounded her. She backed into him, so hard they fell onto their sides. He didn't come out of her, so they remained in that position. And he still was able to give it to her hard. Her body was being jolted with every violent thrust. Not only did she take it, she seemed to relish it, if her unhinged reaction was any clue. She even reached behind him, grabbing his ass as best she could to pull him into her. But as he was pumping with such force, she needed that hand in front of her to steady her.

"I want to come again," Lucy said. "Make me come again!"

So, Bill turned her onto her back, held both her legs together and straight up. He drove his cock back in her now tighter hole and gave her everything he had.

''Oh, fuck, yes!" Lucy screamed as another intense orgasm ripped through her. She thrashed from side to side. It was also as though she was attempting to shake him out.

But Bill felt his own climax building, so he kept himself firmly planted inside. And as Lucy continued to whine and wail, he pulled out and continued to rub his cock against her labia until he spurted pearly, white jism all over her crotch.

"Mmmm, yes! Give me your cream!"

Not completely finished, he spurted a few more drops. He sat back. She sat up.

"Great way to start a day!" Lucy exclaimed. She leaned in to kiss him. A quick peck. Then she got out of the bed. ''Mind if I clean up a bit before I head back to my room... clean up for another exciting--"

"Help yourself," Bill said with a wave of his hand.

A few minutes later, she exited the bathroom mostly dressed. "See you at breakfast."

"You going out that way?"

Lucy shrugged. "I don't think the guards really care. As long as no one tries to leave the floor."

* * *

Day three. Breakfast. With Nancy, Sylvia, and Lucy all around him. Which did not escape the attention of the others. And the beautiful judge, who happened to peek in. Then to the jury room.

"Anyone have any thoughts?" John again asked.

"Still all I can do to stay awake,'' Charles again spoke up. ''For the supposed trial of the century, it doesn't really live up."

Again, everyone laughed.

And then, it was back to the dreary courtroom.

* * *

It was all Bill could do to pay attention during the trial, particularly with the early morning activity. He even caught his head bobbing a couple of times as he nearly nodded off. Then he was rewarded with a summons to the principal's office. As the other jurors were taken back to the jury room at the end of the day, they all watched--particularly Nancy, Sylvia, and Lucy--as he was taken elsewhere. The sign on the door read "Judge Mira Parker."

The door was opened for him, and in he went. He was alone. A second later, in walked the judge. Up close, she was even more beautiful. Seeing him staring at her, she glanced down at herself. Not finding anything visibly wrong, she said, "Mr.--" She glanced down at the papers she had in her hand.

"Bill."

"Mr. Bill?''

"You can just call me Bill."

"Oh. Okay. Bill. Well, Bill. It seems you've been busy." She began to remove her robe.

He'd been hoping to see underneath it. "Doing what?"

"Shall we say, entertaining some female jurors. And loudly." She wore a revealing, short dress that enhanced her beautiful appearance. "And why are you staring at me?"

"That is a very becoming dress."

Again, she looked down at herself. ''Oh. Thank you. The female jurors?"

Bill immediately wondered what the judge knew. He took a chance, it wasn't much. "You said we could only talk to other jurors."

There was a sofa at one end of her office. She stepped over and sat. Her short dress revealing a lot of leg. She smirked. ''I think you've been doing more than just talking. One per night? Most of the night?"

"They came to me," Bill said defensively.

"For what took most of the night?" she persisted.

Bill had to wonder with these questions why was she being so casual with what she was showing. A few steps over and he would be able to see if she was wearing panties. He shrugged.

"Then let me be blunt. Did you sleep with them?"

"Is that illegal?"

"Not specifically," Mira said. "But it could be considered misconduct. It could also be looked on as bias or it could influence deliberations. You could be dismissed, which would result in a mistrial. This is too big a case for that to happen."

"Judge. Your honor--"

"We're just talking. No need to be formal."

"Right. Ms. Parker. Mira, we don't even talk about the trial. To be honest, the entire jury is rather bored. I have no idea how these women, or any of the other jurors feel or think about the trial.

She sat back to relax, looking relieved. "So, it's strictly sexual?"

Bill shrugged. "As I said, they came to me. That's what they wanted."

The judge turned toward the arm of the sofa. Surprisingly, she stretched out. "Well, that's a relief."

"Are you okay?" Bill asked.

With a heavy sigh, she said, "Just tired. Alot of pressure with this trial. That's why I'm concerned about, you know."

"Uh, jud--what should I call you?"

"For now, Mira."

"Right. Mira, I received a jury summons like everyone else. I reported, and like everyone else, I hoped not to be selected. I was not so fortunate. I did not expect to be sequestered, nor did I expect to... carry on with other jurors. But Nancy and I have connecting rooms, and she came to me looking, you know, for something to do. She initiated... what we did. And I assume she talked to Sylvia and Lucy, who both... paid me a visit. They were all attractive and desirable, and too much to resist. Beyond that, I have no desire nor reason to want to jeopardize this trial."

"Okay. I understand. I'm under a lot of pressure to see that this trial goes smoothly. This is the first big trial I've ever been assigned." She seemed to think for a second. "You must be pretty good with all those women seeking you."

Bill shrugged and humbly said, "You'd have to ask them."

"They've all had big smiles on their faces during the trial. Surely they weren't so happy to be serving on a sequestered jury."

He could see her anguish. "How can I help?"

"Maybe I need a boost like that." Mira bent her leg, which nearly exposed her crotch, and caressed her own breast over her dress. "Would you like to indulge me?"

Bill merely stared at her. She spread her legs ever so slightly. The quick glimpse revealed she might not be wearing panties. And was he hearing correctly? Was she really offering herself to him?

To his inactivity, Mira asked, "Am I not doing it right?"

''Excuse me?"

"How did your other ladies do it?"

"My other ladies?"

Mira sighed her frustration. "Am I not being obvious?"

"No, you're being quite obvious. I just don't want to misinterpret--"

Now, she spread her legs wide to confirm she wore no panties. "The robe is warm, so I don't always wear undergarments. So, you've been visited every night by a different woman, which suggests you're very good. I'd like to find out for myself," she said firmly and definitively."

"That's kind of what I thought you meant."

"Do I not appeal to you?"

"Wouldn't this be considered misconduct?"

Mira chuckled. "It would be much worse. But I'm surely not going to tell, and if you don't... "

"Yeah, I get it." He already had an erection.

"I can see you're interested." She nodded at his crotch. ''You gonna make me beg?"

Like the others, she was just too desirable to pass up. He knelt between her legs to eat her pussy.

''Mmmm, yes!" she sighed. And after only a couple of swipes of his tongue, she said, "You are good."

She was already wet and juicy, and she had a clean taste as though she had maybe planned this and... tidied up before meeting with him. Well, he'd had his eye on her from day one. Who would have thought...

Using his tongue all over her pussy, he glanced up to see her undoing the top of her dress. One breast was exposed. It wasn't large, and she had not been fibbing when she said she did not wear undergarments. It was interesting looking down on her when he had been watching this authoritative figure behind this high counter. Right now, she didn't look so authoritarian, whimpering and trembling.

She was also sort of hugging herself, but he didn't know what that meant, except that she seemed to be enjoying herself.

"Mmmm, this really is good. But I really want you inside me." Mira sat up and grabbed for his belt, pulling on it.

So, Bill stood to undress. He wasn't in a hurry, even though her expression was one of impatience. That had him leaving his T-shirt undershirt on. Again kneeling on the sofa before her, her expression turned to anticipation as he aimed his large cock at her. She held her breath as he drove it in. She was tight, he filled her, and her pussy smothered his dick.

Then she moaned with each thrust. Eyes closed, she pivoted her hips to meet his pumping. He had to admit, she felt amazing, perhaps even better than the others, though he could not decide what made her better. It might be that as beautiful as the others were, Mira was even more gorgeous. Even the expression on her face was engaging.

She lifted one leg and rested it on his shoulder while she tweaked her own nipples.

Best of all, Bill's cock could feel the difference. She was actually using her vaginal muscles to caress his dick.

And then, her moans became more intense, she grabbed her head and tensed her body as her orgasm overpowered her. She seemed to want to fold inside herself. Finally, she sprawled out spread-eagle, then pushed him away.

Sitting up, Mira removed her top, which Bill did not know was not a one-piece dress. She pushed him onto his back, rested her small tits on his thighs while taking his cock into her mouth. What made this one exciting was her eyes on him with his dick in her mouth. There was just something about the look on her face with her lips wrapped around him.

"Damn! That's good! Did you learn that in law school?"

"Funny boy." She returned to her excellent sucking. Then, very slowly, she went down on him and kept going until he was down her throat.

''Mmmm," he whined. It almost felt as though his eyes rolled back in his head.

"Seeing that," Mira asked. "Bill, are you okay? Bill?"

He snapped out of it. "Sorry. That was mesmerizing."

She smiled. "Thought you might like it. Want me to do it again?"

''Hell, yeah."

"Gonna cost you. Gonna have to get me to come again."

"Well, it's a tough job. But someone's got to do it."

His cock was shiny as it slid down her throat again. And again, it felt so good, he couldn't help but whimper.

"Seriously. Where did you learn that?"

"What does it matter? I did."

"Yes, you did."

"My turn again. Sit up."

He did. Mira straddled his lap, and guided his cock back in. As great as her mouth felt, her pussy was no less exciting. She alternated bouncing up and down and rotating her hips around in a circle. No one had ever done that and it felt fantastic. And all the while, her tits were slapping his face, and he fucking loved it. This woman knew how to do it all.

She backed up, enabling him to fondle her boobs. Even though they weren't big, they were still fun to play with. And her smile showed she approved. She held onto his shoulders. Anywhere she wanted to touch him felt good. There was just something about this woman, and it had nothing to do with the fact she was the judge.

And he wanted to touch her. He wrapped one arm around her waist, and with the other, he grabbed her ass. Even that felt wonderful. He moved his hand to just above the crack of her butt. He let his middle finger slide down slowly into her crack.

Mira giggled so he let his finger go further until he was touching her anus. He pressed his finger against it but did not know why he was doing that. He'd never had a desire to play with a woman's rear.

But then, she got up, turned around, and again to impale herself. When she started riding again, he reached around to finger her clit.

"Oh, yeah," Mira moaned. "Rub it harder."

So, he did.

"Spank it!"

Instead, he tapped it, and she came again, squeezing his hand between her legs. Even then, he continued to rub her clit. She Sounded like she was in pain.

"Oh, that feels incredible!" She got onto her hands and knees. "Your turn."

Bill Immediately got behind her to do her doggy style. He was not surprised that this position felt good, too. He pumped for a couple of minutes until his balls were churning. He splattered her ass and back, and when he pulled out, she fell forward.

Twisting her head, she looked up at him and smiled. Then, she reached behind her, scooped up some jism, and brought it to her mouth for a taste. She offered a smile in return.

"You don't seem to fit the mold for a judge," Bill observed.

"You mean old, white, and male?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. I've never gotten a blowjob from one of them."

"Very funny." Mira got up, stepped into her private bathroom for a towel, cleaned up, and then returned to dress." So, the reason I brought you in here was to slap your wrist for nodding off--twice--during the trial. Either the prosecution or defense could motion for a mistrial by claiming that the jury was not attentive. And don't think someone is not taking photos with their phone."

"I understand. I'll do better."

"Perhaps if you were well-rested, instead of using your free time for other more tiring activities..."

"Message received." Bill thought for a second. "May I call you when the trial is over?''

Mira's eyebrows shot up. She had not expected that but was not averse to the idea. "Let's see how it goes. Now, you better get back before tongues start wagging."

"I'm sure that's already happening."

She merely grimaced.

* * *

The other jurors had already finished dinner and had been returned to their rooms. Bill was brought to the dining room for his meal, then onto his room afterward. He barely had time to sit before Nancy, Sylvia, and Lucy burst in and all stood facing him, hands on hips.

"What the fuck happened?" Lucy demanded, including her favorite F word.

"Excuse me?" Bill shot back.

Nancy shot the other woman an impatient look. "She's asking why you were... detained?"

''I was called to the principal's office," Bill said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Why?" Lucy asked without waiting for him to explain.

"The judge knows about us."

Nancy and Sylvia were horrified.

Lucy was annoyed. "So, what did she say?''

"She was pissed. Said it was misconduct, said it could result in a mistrial. She also slapped my wrist for nodding off."

"That's all?" Lucy asked skeptically.

"What do you mean?"

"You were gone an awfully long time," Lucy accused. "Did you fuck her?"

Now, Nancy and Sylvia were appalled. "Lucy. Really?"

"Well, he was gone a long time," Lucy argued. "Did you fuck her?"

Of course, Bill did not want to answer that, so he said. "With the judge? Are you fucking kidding?" He threw her favorite word back at her.

"So, you're not going to answer."

Bill stood. "No, I'm not going to dignify that with an answer. Ladies, we're done here. We can't risk fucking up this trial."

"So, what does that mean?" Lucy asked.

Bill shook his head. He really did not want to be responsible for this trial not ending well.

"So, you don't want to fuck anymore?" Lucy asked.

The truth was that after being with Mira, he had no further interest in these other women. "No, Lucy, I do not."

"Well, fuck you!" she angrily said, and stormed out the hall door.

"We already did," he said aloud after Lucy was gone.

Nancy and Sylvia laughed.

"I'm sorry, ladies, but it's just too risky."

''I understand,'' Nancy said.

"So, do I,'' Sylvia agreed. "Maybe after this is over, we can all get together. I really enjoyed being with you."

"Yeah, maybe."

When the two of them returned to Nancy's room, Bill closed the connecting door completely so Nancy could not open it from her side. He had previously left it slightly ajar to allow her to enter.

* * *

With no other activity or interruptions, Bill slept well and awoke refreshed. Nancy and Sylvia still sat with him at breakfast, but Lucy with a sneer, kept to herself. He did pay very close attention to the court proceedings. He caught Mira glancing at him a couple of times and even managed to wink at her the second time. Her lips formed the slightest smirk.

The prosecution had wrapped up the previous afternoon, and the defense did their thing in the morning, and by lunch on Friday, they surprisingly finished. Both sides gave their closing arguements. The judge dismissed the jury to begin their deliberations and basically insinuated that they would be deliberating over the weekend if they could not come to an agreement tonight.

John offered to be the jury foreman--no surprise there--and the others all agreed. He called for a vote to see where they stood. Nine guilties, three not guilties, Lucy obstinately being one of the latter. Bill, Nancy, and Sylvia were in the former group. Then came the discussion wherein the first group tried to convince the latter group that the defense did not offer much of one. As the evening wore on, all but Lucy conceded. The problem was, she could not state an argument for not guilty, and after a staring contest, wherein no one talked, but rather glared at Lucy, she finally gave in at midnight.

The court was reconvened, the judge called for the verdict, she read it before asking the foreman to announce it. Bill recognized her hint of a smirk of approval. The audience erupted in applause as public sentiment favored a guilty verdict.

When they were finally dismissed, Nancy and Sylvia hugged Bill farewell, the latter even inviting him to join her. But she understood his excuse of being worn out.

He finally collapsed in his own bed at two a. m.

* * *

And so went the weekend, basically recovering from jury duty. Bill was still not in the frame of mind to have to work on Monday, so he called in sick, claiming he must have caught something at jury duty.

As he was lounging around, his doorbell rang around midmorning. Curiously, he went to answer it. It was more than a surprise to see Mira Parker standing there.

"You going to stand there and gawk or are you going to invite me in?"

''Oh, of course." Bill stepped aside and watched her enter wearing another revealing dress.

''If your perplexed expression is any clue, you're probably wondering what I'm doing here."

''No, no, I have gorgeous judges show up all the time," Bill flippantly replied.

"Well, I might not be much longer," she said.

Bill frowned and asked, "Why? What happened?"

"Someone lodged a complaint against me. They claimed I acted unprofessionally with a juror. And by unprofessional, they meant a compromising--"

"Had to be Lucy," Bill surmised.

"Why her? What do you know?"

''I don't know anything. I'm only guessing. She and the other two ladies were waiting for me when I returned to my room. They, of course, wanted to know what happened. I told them you knew about us and we could be accused of misconduct which could result in a mistrial... I tried to make it sound like it was very serious and we couldn't get together anymore. The fact is, after you, I didn't want to be with either of them again. But I also didn't want to risk jeopardizing the trial. Lucy was quite annoyed that I didn't want to... you know. She even asked if you and I did it. I acted annoyed that she would ask such a thing, then she actually stormed out. And she was the lone holdout on the verdict. So, I wouldn't put it past her to... Are you in trouble?"

''I've been suspended pending an investigation. She went to the sofa and sat without being offered. "This has been one hell of a morning."

Bill showed his surprise. "I don't doubt it. I'm sorry. I had no idea, or that she was so vindictive. Were you questioned?"

"Of course. I told them I called you in because you had nodded off and I feared either side could motion for a mistrial."

"Which is pretty much what you eventually said to me,'' Bill said.

"And why I said it."

''Did they believe you?"

Mira shrugged. "They don't tell you what they think. She stretched out on the sofa, her short dress riding up her legs. But she didn't fix it. "You mind?"

He assumed she meant lying down. "Make yourself comfortable. Well, don't worry. If they question me, I'll back you up."

"You most likely will be questioned."

"Okay," Bill said. "Is that what brought you here?"

"You asked if you could call me after the trial was over. Guess I thought I'd see if you really meant it."

With a nod, Bill said, "I really did. The problem is, I didn't know how long I should wait before calling."

"In light of all this, probably better that you haven't yet."

Bill stood and moved around behind the sofa. "Sounds like it. Can I get you anything?"

"No. If you don't mind, I'd just like to relax for a bit. This morning has been unnerving."

He walked around, and sat at the other end of the couch, requiring Mira to draw up her legs, giving him a glimpse up her skirt. She again wore no panties, suggesting, as she had previously stated, she expected to put her judicial robe on. She then stretched her legs out, resting them on his lap. Not bothered by this, he gently rubbed her calves, then removed her shoes and dropped them on the floor. He went back to massaging her calves.

Mira lifted her arms to rest under her head. This made her breasts sit up on her chest, her now hard nipples imprinting her top, further suggesting no undergarments.

"Mmmm, that feels good. You are multi-talented."

"I can do a pretty good massage," Bill said.

"Yeah? Care to prove it?"

"Sure. Care to move to the bedroom?"

Mira got up and walked to his bedroom as if she knew exactly where it was.

"For best results, you might want to remove your top," Bill suggested.

"Been trying to figure how to get me naked since I arrived, I imagine," she said as she started undoing it.

"You challenged me to a massage."

She stretched out on his bed on her stomach, then he climbed on and straddled her butt.

"Mmmm, hard already," she noted.

"What did you expect?" He started massaging gently.

''Mmmm, that is amazing!"

His hand movement resulted in his entire body moving back and forth, which in turn had his cock rubbing against her butt.

"Oh, you naughty boy," she accused.

"Sorry, that's not on purpose."

"Yeah, right." She turned over, her big, beautiful breasts staring at him. Naturally, his hands were already in position, so he tenderly cupped each orb. Now, he was dry-humping her snatch. "You really are a naughty boy."

"Want me to stop?" Bill asked.

"I didn't say that."

So, he bent over to kiss each nipple.

Mira giggled. She lifted up on her elbows. "You're making this too easy."

"Why did you really come here?"

She strained her neck for a kiss. "Why do you think?"

She laid back down and he moved his hands down. "Keep doing my tits."

With a chuckle, he pawed her breasts. She moved her hands to his thighs close to his crotch, then rubbed her palm over his cock. That had him bending over for another kiss: her lips, up her neck, her cheek, and back to those gorgeous boobs, nibbling and sucking her hard nipples. He kissed his way down her chest and abdomen. But her body was so luscious, he veered to her sides.

Mira threw her arms above her head to enjoy what he was doing.

But instead of moving down between her legs, as she hoped, he moved back up for another taste of her sweet lips. With his crotch pressed to hers, he couldn't help but dry hump her. He held her arms above her head and they kissed fervently.

With a shiver, Mira again turned over onto her stomach. Now, instead of massaging her back, he placed kisses on it, moving down her spine and over her butt. He lifted the hem of her skirt up to her waist, surprised to see skimpy, lacy panties that covered so little, he wondered why she even bothered wearing them. However, enough cheek was exposed that he literally kissed her ass. As he made his way back up, he forced his hands underneath her to cup her breasts, which were really more than a handful.

Mira turned onto her back once more where their lips came together again. She reached down to tug his T-shirt up as far as she could. He then sat up to take it completely off. As he was doing that, she sat up to kiss his belly. She pushed him onto his back, and he leaned against the headboard. She kissed all over his chest and abdomen, then down to his crotch, kissing his cock over his jeans.

Teasing him no longer, she worked on undoing his pants. Pulling them down, she teased again by kissing over his underpants. She moved up for them to kiss again, her hand digging into his underwear.

Bill pushed his pants down and kicked them off.

Kissing again, Mira grabbed his cock over his underwear. In so doing, she pulled him until she was on her back and he was between her legs. He was drawn to the wet spot in the center of her panties, so, he licked it, and it was an aphrodisiac that had him pulling the crotch of her panties aside to get to her bare snatch. She whimpered when his tongue touched her clit.

There was nothing like eating pussy, and he dug in as though it was his last meal. Mira couldn't keep her lower body still. He also reached up to grab a breast to fondle. Wetting her panties even more, he pulled them off.

But instead of allowing him to eat more, Mira sat up to push Bill back and instantly pulled his underpants off. With his cock lying flat on his belly, she dragged her tongue up the length of his shaft. Then she grabbed it, stroked it as though testing its hardness, then covered it with her mouth and started sucking. It was so good, he whimpered.

Bill watched her tits hanging and jiggling from her sucking. She then moved around to be able to suck from the another angle, the slight curve of his shaft making it easier to take down her throat from this angle. She dribbled saliva down his rod so she could stroke him, and as it coated his balls, she fondled them, as well. He watched her work, which felt as good as her sucking. And then she surprised him by sucking his balls. That felt amazing. No one had ever done that.

Finally, Mira straddled his hips, reverse cowgirl, and guided his slimy cock into her. He remembered how magnificent it had felt their first time together, and now, it felt just as fantastic, if not more so. He just had to let her ride. As the minutes wore on, she gradually rode harder, knowing what she wanted. And then she came. Bill was amazed that she had the upper body strength to hold herself up long enough to climax.

After a few seconds, she got up onto her hands and knees and basically cleaned herself off his dick with her mouth. She sucked him gloriously for a few minutes, then mounted him again cowgirl. "This is great therapy for me," she said.

"Yeah, it's helping me get over the trauma of jury duty, as well. Glad I could help."

"I know, I was a bitch for a judge."

Bill was now staring at her tits jiggling in his face. He attempted to latch onto a nipple, but unsuccessfully, so she slowed down until he snagged one. He didn't suck as hard as he would have liked to, but she leaned into him. He also loved the way her pussy hugged his cock. As though it was made for him.

When he stopped sucking her nipples, she dragged her tits back and forth across his face. He loved her playfulness. She slowed her bouncing, which enabled him to wrap an arm around her. Now, she was really grinding. And she brought herself to another climax.

It was Bill's turn now, so he rolled Mira onto her back to fuck her in his favorite missionary position. He lifted one of her legs hugging it against him. Grabbing her hips, he shoved his cock in and fucked her mercilessly. She pivoted her hips to meet his thrusts. He then pinned her legs back as far as he could and she loved it.

Finally, Bill slowed down because he realized that the true experience was in gentle movement where he could feel the tender caress of his dick against her inner walls. That's when he really started to feel it.

At the same time, Mira reached down to rub her clit in a probable attempt to make herself come a third time.

Then, Bill started to feel the magic: that churning in his balls brought on by that soft rubbing against her wet pussy.

"Aw, this feels fucking awesome!" Bill moaned.

"You ready to come?"

"Yes!"

"I want a taste."

So, he pulled out and quickly got into position. Surprisingly, it didn't jet out, and it felt like she was actually sucking his jism out and slurping it down. The wide smile on her face suggested she enjoyed it.

"That was so good," Mira said. "In so many ways."

"It was way better than good!" Bill agreed. "How about some lunch? I know a great place nearby."

"Not in public. Not yet."

"Good idea. They deliver." Bill called and ordered.

As they got up and dressed, the doorbell rang.

"That was quick," Mira noted.

"No, they're not," Bill said. "That's not... you should probably wait here." Bill closed the bedroom door and went to answer the front door.

"Mr. Warner?"

"Yes."

"Michael Baldwin, and this is Laura Adams. We are with the city Judicial Oversight committee.

"The Judicial Oversight committee?"

"Yes. You recently served on a jury," Baldwin said.

"Yes." And suddenly, it all made sense.

"We are following up on your service," Laura Adams told him.

"Oh? I didn't know you did that."

"Well, we have some questions."

"Okay." Here it comes, he thought.

"You met with Judge Parker. Privately."

Bill chuckled as though it was actually humorous. "Yeah. I, uh, I... this is embarrassing. I dozed off a couple of times during the trial, so she called me in to remind me of the importance of the trial."

"That all?" Baldwin asked.

"That all?'' Bill repeated as though he didn't understand the question.

"Anything else?"

"Like what?"

"Is that all that happened?"

Bill shrugged. "I had to listen to a long speech about how important the trial was and how a motion could be made for a mistrial."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

''Well, thank you, that takes care of it." They got up and left.

Bill went to the front window and watched them drive away.

Mira came out of the bedroom. "You did well. Thank you."

"Well, these were trying times."

THE END