TITLE    : Jungle Fever Ch. 03
STORYID  : jungle-fever-ch-03
SUMMARY  : The adventure ends.
AUTHOR   : Ephesus14@lit
DATE     : 2020-01-21
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating wives|gang bangs|loving wifes|prostitution|gang bang|gangbang|group|group sex|


For those of you who have asked for it. The last chapter of Jungle Fever. 



Reading the whole story might help you better understand this Chapter. And, as always, it is a work of fiction; that includes references to law enforcement, the courts, and the penal system. But, as always, if you feel obligated to comment about how wrong it is, please feel free



Cleveland is a better place because of a special person who lives there. Thank you!



*****



Now, what the fuck, thought Eric as he picked up his phone. He was still in bed and the room was dark except for a lamp on the table next to the bed. The TV was showing local news. We don't need any more reporters or curiosity seekers harassing us and I've just about reached my limit. "This better be important." He almost screamed into the phone. 



"I think it is." Said his attorney, Donald Flynn. "Your ex-wife and her prostitute ring have petitioned for a change of venue." 



"Should we care?" My ex, her best friend Julie, their pimp, Keith and six assorted customers had been busted in my former house having an orgy. 



"Probably. It might take some of the heat away from us locally. I just wanted you and Pat to be aware in case some reporter asks about it."



"We are so tired of those assholes. Can't we file harassment charges against the whole lot of them?"



He chuckled. "Unfortunately, not. You could barricade yourselves in your house, I suppose. Then hope one or more of them break in. Then Pat could shoot them. She would only have to shoot one and the others would take the hint and stay away."



"All right, Don. Thanks for the 'heads up'."



Pat came in carrying coffee for both of them. She was wearing a robe. She closed the door as she came in. They never closed the door before this sex ring thing. Now they were almost paranoid that they were being watched every minute by reporters and their bedroom was their only 'safe' place. She set the coffee down and took off the robe. She was naked. Eric looked at her, smiled, and started getting a 'woodie'. Her body never failed to bring either the smile or the woodie. It was a perfect body and, being a police officer, she kept it in perfect shape. They had to fuck a lot because almost every time he saw her it happened. Just like now. He pulled the sheet off to show his dick growing.



"Hey." He said getting her attention. She looked at him and he pointed to his dick. As soon as her eyes saw it, it 'twitched'. She smiled, sat on the bed, leaned over and kissed it. Then kissed it again. Then completely engulfed it and held it in her mouth not moving as it grew and hardened. When it started to throb, she started to laugh. Laughing with a mouth full of dick is not easy she thought. She moved her head slightly letting some of it slide out. Then down on it again, trying to get it all back in. She did that several times before sitting up and taking her favorite plaything in her hand and moving it in that age old jacking motion. She did that a few times then leaned down and kissed him.



"Do it for me." Eric knew what she wanted so he started jacking himself slowly. She watched and reached for her right nipple. As he moved his hand, she pinched and pulled on her nipple. She loved watching him jack himself off and he love watching her play with herself as he did it. The slow steady movement of both of their hands started to speed up. She moved from a sitting position to kneeling beside him, her legs spread. He knew what she was going to do and his hand started moving faster up and down his dick. She moaned and reached to touch her pussy with her other hand.



Three hands were moving fast now. His hand on his dick and her hands on her tits and cunt. Some women didn't like the word cunt because they thought it meant something demeaning, like the expression 'useless cunt'. But she loved the word and used it often. 'Fuck my cunt' she would say. Or 'my cunt is on fire'. She loved the word and loved to say it. Faster they moved. Still faster as their eyes locked on each other and, at the same time, they came.



She rocked back and forth as her orgasm rocked her body and finally subsided. She was still looking at Eric. He was smiling. She smiled back. She took her hand out of her cunt and stuck her middle finger in her mouth and sucked on it. Then she slowly leaned over and kissed him. "Want to taste?"



He nodded and opened his mouth. She put her first finger in and he closed his mouth around it sucking on it while moving his tongue around trying to get all of her taste. She moved it in and out until all of her juices were sucked and licked off. She sat back up. His finger was pointing to his now soft dick. His hand was still around it, and his cum was sitting in pools where his hand touched his dick.



She moved down and, with her tongue, lapped it up. She liked this part almost as much as he did. She lapped until there was nothing then, like before, she engulfed his whole soft dick in her mouth and like he had done before with her finger, she did with his dick. Sucking on it and moving her tongue around it until all of his cum had been swallowed.



She lay beside him, the outside world and their coffee, forgotten.



They lay there for a long time. "I guess we better start moving." She said.



"Why? He asked.



"The world awaits. By the way, what did Dad want?" Dad was Donald Flynn, attorney and, coincidentally, Pat's step-father.



"The prostitute ring has asked for a change of venue." 



"That could be a good thing for us." She said. The same thing Don had said. She tasted her coffee and frowned. "I don't know why we bother. Every time we bring coffee in here," she indicated the room, "it always gets cold and undrinkable." She smiled and kissed him again. They both had the same thought at the same time. 'God, I hope it is like this forever'.



The change of venue for Jessica, Julie, and Keith was not approved. They were going to face a jury in their own community. They were charged with six counts of prostitution, one count for each for the six men caught with them, keeping or residing in a house of prostitution, and procuring a person or persons to travel for purposes of prostitution. Each count carrying a possible penalty of six months in jail. That last charge because two of their customers came from Kansas specifically to participate in a gang bang of the two women. Keith knew them and convinced them to come help gangbang Jessica and Julie. Keith was charged with pimping and pandering, and procuring a person to travel for purposes of prostitution. Their six customers were charged with Patronizing a Prostitute. The customers from Kansas were refused bail and remanded to ensure they were in Colorado for the trial.



As time goes by, the news cycle changes and soon the whore house on Bowen Street was almost forgotten until Eric received a call from his attorney, Don.



"Got some interesting news for you, Eric."



"And what would that be?"



"You've been called as a witness for the defense in your ex-wife's trial."



"That's not funny, Don."



"I know it isn't. That's why I called her attorney to verify it."



"What in God's name could the defense, or even the prosecution want me for? We were divorced and I had nothing to do with them and their whorehouse."



"Maybe your name is still on the deed?"



"It was never on the deed. Jess's family owned it. We never paid rent or a mortgage. The only thing we ever paid were taxes."



"Well, be that as it may, you've been summoned."



"Fuck. What happens now?"



"Normally they will either want to get a written statement from you or meet with you in person to discuss the case. In this case, however, they are just telling you to be in court and at some point during the trial you will be asked to answer questions."



"Goddamnit Don. Can't I get out of it?"



"Not easily. If you refuse, you will most assuredly go to jail."



"I've said it before and I'll say it again. Fuck! When do I have to appear?" He gave me the date. It was still almost three months away so Pat and I tried to live as normal a life as possible. We woke in the morning, then fucked, or sucked, or ate pussy, or jacked off, or masturbated. Then we went to work. Of course that was when Pat had the day shift. When she worked evenings or nights ... well, actually, it was basically the same. Lots of sex whenever and wherever we wanted.



The three months before the trial passed quickly. Pat and I spent two weeks of it in Italy on an Olive farm near Assisi. Shortly before leaving for home, we were sitting in The Basilica of San Francesco d'Assisi in complete silence contemplating its' beauty, when I figured it was about time. I reached in my pocket, pulled out the ring and got down on one knee. "Patricia Saunders Leigh. Will you marry me?" She stared at me for a long time and I figured the answer was no, so I started to rise and my hand with the ring was going to my pocket. She grabbed my hand and knelt so she was looking directly in my eyes.



"I once told you that I had never really been in love." Her tears started falling. "That's no longer true. I am in love with you deeper and truer than I ever thought possible and nothing would make me happier than to spend the rest of my life with you." I started the ring on her finger and two tears fell directly on it. I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed them away. Then I kissed her. It wasn't a kiss of passion. It was the softest, most gentle kiss I had ever experienced and it felt like pure love. I was a happy man.



We walked outside and she called her mother. I watched her face as she told her mother and it told my heart that I was going to be married to her for a very long time.



When we returned home, we were met at the airport with balloons, confetti, and champagne. The first question we heard was when? We told them and Pat and her mother couldn't wait to started planning.



The next week we were at her parent's house for dinner. The women were talking about some aspect of the wedding. Don and I were sipping a very nice Port when he spoke. "I want you to know something, Eric. Pat is the second most beautiful woman I have ever met. Her mother is the first. The two of them are rare. Their beauty is not limited to the physical. Their souls are beautiful as well. Pat's mother and I were convinced that she would never marry, that she would never find anyone who looked past her beauty and into that soul. Pat knew, however. The day she met you she confided in her mother that she had met someone very special. That was the first and only time she ever did that." He took a sip of his Port then smiled. "You are the second luckiest man on earth." We clinked glasses in a silent toast to our respective loves.



The day of Jessica's trial came. I was there early as was Pat and Don. We let the clerk know and then took seats in the courtroom.



Jessica had been out on bail, so she walked in wearing nice, conservative clothes. 



The first half day was motion this, motion that, motion this, and motion that. The first motion made was for dismissal. It was denied, of course. "That's standard." Whispered Don in my ear.



Then the prosecutor started. He explained what she was accused of doing and how they were going to prove it. Then her attorney started. Sure she made some mistakes, but anything she may have done wrong was not her fault. The person responsible for anything she may have done was her ex-husband. Once she realized what he had done to her, she immediately filed for divorce.



I sat there stunned. Both Pat and Don were looking at me and I looked back. "What is he talking about?" Asked Don.



"I have no idea." So we sat there while the attorney went on about how bad I was and how my influence on her forced her to do things she wouldn't ordinarily do.



At the end of the day, the three of us left the courtroom. I wanted to talk, but Don cautioned me to wait until we got in the car.



He was driving and as soon as we got in the car, he started. "I know where this is going. They're going to try to get the jury's sympathy by painting you as the bad guy. I know these juries. It won't work. Her attorney does it every time. He only defends drug users, drug dealers, and prostitutes and loses most of his cases. "



The prosecutor spent the next three days presenting his case. His main witnesses were the six customers. One after the other they told about parties at Jessica's house and how they had sex with both her and Julie individually and collectively. They told how Jessica and Julie had sex with each other while the men watched. They told how their friend, Keith, asked them if they wanted to participate in a gangbang. They said that Keith went all over the area telling about these two women who would do anything for money. He never solicited in their home city, however. He told them it was too small and somebody would find out and report them.



The two men from Kansas said that Keith had gotten their names from other Kansans who had participated in other gangbangs Keith had set up. They also said they knew of other friends in Texas who had been to Jessica's house for sex.



I was getting tired of sitting there listening to it so I know the jury was as well. They described every sexual position and combination possible. At several points some of the jurors looked very uneasy at the sexual descriptions.



The trial took a break for the weekend. At home that evening I asked Pat if she wanted to go away. "I can't. I've been off all week so I have to work. I've used up a lot of my personal time and we don't know how long this thing is going to drag on." Then she sat in my lap. "But I'm available tonight in case you need to release any pent up pressure." I know she was just as tired of hearing about sex as I was.



"Do you really want to, or are you just being nice?"



"I want to if you want to."



I laughed. Let's shower and have a drink and go to bed. Every time I saw her naked, I wanted to touch her, and that night was no exception. If she was just doing it for me, I never noticed. Sex was as perfect as it always was. Once again, I realized my love for her.



The trial started again on Monday. Pat had worked all night, but both she and Don were at my side when it started. It was the defense's turn. I was the first one called. Pat was holding my hand and as I stood, she clung to my hand not wanting to let me go. I looked down at her. She looked at me and smiled as she said softly. "I love you." I squeezed her hand and walked to the front of the courtroom.



I was given the oath and told to be seated. Jessica's attorney started.



"What is your full name."



I looked at the judge. "May I ask a question, Your Honor?"



"You may."



"This guy," and I indicated the bailiff, "Just announced to the whole world what my name is. If all this guy's," and I indicated the attorney, "questions are going to be this stupid, do I have to answer them?"



The judge actually smiled. Most of the jury and people in the courtroom chuckled. The judge looked at the attorney. "Did I understand that Mr. Gardner is a witness for the defense?"



"Yes, Your Honor."



The judge shook his head then spoke to me. "Mr. Gardner, you can assume that counsel for the defense has a plan of action. That being the case and with the defendant's personal liberty being at stake, indulge us please and answer his questions."



"Yes, Your Honor." 



"Thank you."



"What was the question?" I asked. This time even the judge laughed. The attorney was very red in the face, but he kept his cool; a condition I had every intention of trying to change before I left the stand.



"What is your full name?"



"Eric Robert Johnson Gardner."



"Were you married to the defendant?"



"Yes."



"For how long?"



"Too damn."



"I beg your pardon."



"I was married to her for too damn long." More laughter. 



The judge banged his gavel. "Any more outbursts and I will clear the courtroom. Mr. Gardner, you will refrain from attempts at humor."



"I wasn't attempting humor, Your Honor. I was stating a fact. The marriage was fine until she started cheating. At that point the marriage was effectively over so the time I had to stay married to her after the first time she cheated was too damn long."



The judge looked at the attorney again. "Are you sure Mr. Gardner is your witness?" There was no response. "Proceed." Said the judge.



The next dozen or so questions were along the same line. Where did I live, how long, and so forth. Finally, he started getting to the point. His point, that is. "How many times have you been married?"



"One."



"How many women have you dated?"



I looked at the judge as if what the fuck does this have to do with anything. "Answer the question, please." He said.



I shook my head and counted in my head and on my fingers. There were giggles in the courtroom. "A total of six."



"Are you sure?" 



I looked at the judge. He looked away not wanting to chat with me.



"I started naming them. I had gotten to the third one when he stopped me."



"That isn't necessary, Mr Gardner."



"Let me get this straight. You asked me how many women I've dated. I tell you and you asked me if I was sure. I tried to count them to make sure and you stop me. I've just sworn to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. I'm trying to do that."



"That's okay. Let the record show that Mr. Gardner says he has dated six people and the defense accepts that number as being his best estimate. Now Mr. Gardner ... "



"Whoa. Wait a minute. The question was how many women have I dated."



He took a deep breath. "That is correct."



"Well, just now you said that I dated six people. I've dated more than six people."



Exasperated, he took a deep breath. "Okay. How many men have you dated?"



"Men? None. But I dated lots of girls in high school. Girls and women are not necessarily the same thing."



"Okay. Defense concedes that you dated lots of females. Did you ever mistreat any of them?"



"Physically? No. Mentally, that all depends on who you ask."



"What do you mean?"



"I don't think there is a man alive who hasn't mistreated a female by forgetting a birthday, or leaving the toilet seat up, or ... "



"Okay. Okay. We get your point."



At this point the judge declared that court was adjourned for the day. Jessica turned her head away when I walked by her table.



"Eric Robert Johnson Gardner?" Pat asked as she met me and hugged me. I didn't know you had so many names."



"Does it make a difference?"



"Just gives us a larger selection of boys names when we start having children." Don had to be in court for most of the week so he wasn't with us. "You really pissed that guy off, you know."



"Good."



"Maybe not. He'll be ready for you tomorrow."



"I know. I was kinda hoping to piss him off so bad that he wouldn't want me back."



The next morning it started again. It seemed like he chose his questions and the way he asked them much more carefully.



"When you were married to the defendant, did you take trips?"



"Yes."



"Many of them?" He saw the look in my eyes . "Let me rephrase the question. Approximately how many trips did the two of you go on?"



"I'm guessing about fifteen."



"Fifteen. Out of that fifteen how many were to exotic places?" He saw my eyes again. "Let me rephrase the question. Which of those trips would you consider to be the most exotic?"



"Most of them. Australia was exotic. Thailand was. Japan was. Even Egypt was."



"Was Africa."



"It certainly was."



"Why?"



"The whole environment. The animals, the people, the safari's. It was very exotic."



"So, by forcing your wife to take trips to exotic places you put her in positions where it was easy for her to be influenced by that exotic environment to be vulnerable to sexual pleasure outside of the marriage."



"What?"



"By forcing your wife to ... "



"I heard the question. I just can't believe you asked it. In the first place, I never forced her to go anywhere. If anything, she forced me. In the second place going to Australia or Africa to experience their exotic animals and cultures does not automatically mean you have to fuc ... 'be vulnerable to sexual pleasure outside of the marriage'. I believe you are mistaking exotic for erotic."

<hr pg="2" />"Never the less, those trips you forced her to take were major contributors to her conduct. Is that right?"



"Did you not hear me? I told you I never forced her to take any trips, and watching leopards eating the flesh of impalas while in a tree or watching a bunch of wild dogs chase down and kill a wildebeest certainly are not conducive to making you want to get naked and have sex."



I think at this point that he decided calling me as a witness had been a very bad idea.



"No further questions."



"Does the people have questions for this witness?" Asked the judge.



"We certainly do." Said the prosecutor. He came and stood in front of the witness box and smiled. "As a matter of interest, Mr. Gardner, which was your favorite erotic, er, excuse me, exotic place to visit?"



Before I could answer, the defense spoke.



"Objection. Irrelevant."



"Sustained." Said the judge.



"Withdraw the question. Mr. Gardner, when did you first suspect that your wife was cheating?"



"On our Africa trip, I overheard Jessica talking to our Ranger, Janco. I learned that she had gone skinny dipping with the group and the other women in the group, including her best friend, Julie, had sex with the four men who were there while Jessica, to her credit, didn't participate that time. She did pleasure herself while she watched. During their conversation, I learned that Janco was putting a lot of pressure on her to have sex. In the end, he flat out told he that he was going to have sex with her on the following Friday. I also found out that Janco watched as she performed oral sex on me. They had planned it that way, and they further planned for him to watch the same thing that evening and he requested that she touch herself while she did it. He convinced her to show him her breasts before he left."



"Wow. That must have been painful to hear."



"It was, but I had faith in her."



"It didn't work out that way, though, did it?"



"No."



I know this is difficult for you, but could you continue."



"Our Rover broke down in the evening. I told the group that I was going to the shop to check on the repair progress, but instead, I circled around to listen to their conversation. It was normal until my best friend Sam left."



"What happened then?"



"Sam's brother, Keith, who, incidentally, is the same Keith accused of being Jessica's pimp, asked her if she had made up her mind."



"To do what?"



"To have sex with Janco. She told them to make sure I went on Safari with them on Friday so she could stay back with Janco."



"And did she?"



"She stayed back, but it didn't work out quite the way she wanted."



"Why?"



"I had told my best friend, Sam, what was going on and we contrived for him to go with the group on Safari, but that I would stay back to see if Jess really did, uh, what she said she was going to do."



"Go on."



"I went to Janco's hut in the employee's compound and heard them. She was performing oral sex on him at first, but then he wanted to have intercourse. Then I heard her telling him how big he was and how good it felt and she was moaning and asking for more. That went on for a couple of minutes before another employee went into the hut and disturbed them. Apparently a vehicle had broken down and they needed Janco to fix it."



"So they didn't finish?"



"No. but it was enough to end our marriage. Sam and I left Africa the next day."



"Let me ask you a question, Mr. Gardner. Did you ever consider reconciling?"



"Absolutely not."



"Why?"



"Why should I?"



"If you loved your wife?"



"If she loved me she never would have cheated."



"But she didn't actually finish. Wouldn't that make a difference?"



"The minute she undressed and went skinny dipping with the rest of them our marriage was over. Having sex with someone else just compounded the felony. At first I thought she wanted to try someone with a bigger, uh, larger, uh ..." I was struggling with the correct words. I figured dick, cunt, fuck, and blowjob might be a bit too much for some of the jurors. I struggled on. "uh, penis, but then I remembered a conversation I had with a friend whose wife had also cheated. He said that any wife willing to cheat for a big, uh, penis, is already willing to cheat for the 'right' penis. So When I realized that Jessica was cheating, I concluded that however much she blamed her new found sexuality on Africa, put her in the right situation and she's going to cheat regardless of the size of the, uh, other man."



"Thank you, Mr. Gardner. No further questions."



"Court will reconvene Monday morning at 9:00." Said the judge and he banged his gavel."



Jessica looked at me this time as I walked by her table. Actually it was more like a glare than a look.



Our weekend went pretty well. Pat had to work the evening shift but we had our days together. On Saturday we took her Green 350 up our favorite Left Hand Canyon and Lick Skillet Roads. Then home to clean it and have a slow leisurely fuck. She went to work at 4 and home at 11. On Sunday morning, we fixed breakfast, ate it, and sat around in the nude. She worked on her thesis while I watched her. It was a good day until she had to leave for work. 



She had her dinner break at seven. I meet her at Saddle's, a sports bar with 12 of the biggest TV's in the country. Neither she nor I are big sports fans, but their cheeseburgers and fries are the best in town. There was a football game on. I looked and LSU was playing Ohio State. Apparently it was an important game because every TV in the place was tuned to it and it seemed that everyone in the place was a fan of one of the two teams. How that happened in Colorado, I'll never know, but that's the way it seemed. By the time we left the game was over and LSU had beat the shit out of OSU. I had no clue about either team, but for some reason I was glad for that.



We went to the courthouse on Monday morning, but was told that I was no longer required. They told me that it appeared that Jessica was going to testify in her own defense so Pat, Don and I decided to stick around.



The judge banged his gavel and court started.



"The Defense would like to call Jessica Gardner to the stand."



It jarred me when he said it, but I supposed Gardner was still her name. She stood, walked to the table and was sworn in.



Her attorney started and didn't bother asking her name as he did me.



"Mrs. Gardner. Did you cheat on your husband?"



She looked down. "I did."



"When was the first time?"



"Exactly like he described last week."



"How many times did you cheat on him?"



"Number of times or number of men?"



"Number of times."



"I don't know."



"Men?" 



"I guess I don't know that either."



"Why did you cheat the first time?"



"As my husband, er, former husband told you, we were in Africa. My best friend, Julie was there and my hus ... Eric's best friend and his brother were there. There was something about the primitive nature of the country that caused me to lose control. For the first few days, I focused on Eric and we had lots of sex. Sometimes three times a day. Then one day our group except Eric and Sam went to a waterfall with a beautiful big pond. Janco, our Ranger told us that is was a magic pond. Swim in it and it was guaranteed to make your sex better. We laughed and didn't believe him. 'I'll show you' he said, if you don't tell my boss. We assured him we would not. He took off all of his clothes. He was very muscular and he had the biggest, er, you know ...that I had ever seen."



"Go on."



"Then our other guide, Dawie, stripped and he was even bigger than Janco. We had a German couple in our group. Heidi and Werner. They were the first of the group to get naked. Then Julie and Keith. They splashed around for a long time then Janco went to Heidi and started hugging her. Werner laughed. 



Pretty soon they were all on shore and having sex. I couldn't take it any more so I took off my clothes. The others started having sex while I watched. Then I started touching myself and they watched me. Having them do that was the biggest sexual thrill of my life. I started to join them in the sex, but I resisted. By the time we left, both of the girls had had sex with all four of the guys and I was very sore from rubbing myself so much."



"Would you like to rest?"



"No. I'm okay. Anyway, we went back to the camp. Eric asked me why my hair was wet and I skirted around telling him. After that, Janco was after me whenever Eric and Sam weren't around. He would touch my breasts and put my hand on his, uh, manhood. I was enjoying it and took every opportunity to let him see me or touch me. I started going without my bra so he could see my nipples get hard. I would sit in the front of the Rover and turn so he could see them. I even opened my blouse for him."



"And you did this while the others were in the Rover?"



"Yes."



"Why?"



It was Eric's fault. If he hadn't made me go there, I never would have met Janco and Werner and Heidi."



"When was the first time you cheated?"



"In Janco's hut, but we didn't finish."



"Why?"



"Another Ranger came in and took him away."



"Had you started having intercourse?"



"Yes."



"So had you not been forced to go there, you would never have cheated?"



"That's right."



"No more questions."



"Does the people have questions for this witness?" Asked the judge.



"We do, Your Honor. Mrs. Gardner. After Janco was called away, when was the next time you cheated?"



"The next day."



"Who with?"



"Everybody but Janco."



"Where was he?"



"We thought he was going to Johannesburg, but we found out later he had been killed by lions." 



"Killed by lions? That must have been horrible. How did that happen?"



"We don't know."



"So you never got to finish having sex with him?"



"Objection!" Said the defense.



"Sustained." Said the Judge.



"But you had sex with everybody else."



"Yes."



"Even Julie and Heidi?"



"Yes."



"How many times?"



"With Julie and Heidi?"



"With everybody."



"I don't know."



"So that day you had sex with Keith, Werner, Julie, and Heidi."



"And Dawie."



"Ah, yes. Let's not forget Dawie."



"Where was Eric?"



"We found out later that he and Sam had come back to the States."



"Why?"



"Because he knew I cheated, I guess."



"What did you do when you found out he left?"



"Julie and I made arrangements to come back as well."



"So that Saturday in Africa was the last time you cheated?"



"Uh, not really."



"Oh? When was the next time?"



"Shortly after I returned from Africa. Eric wouldn't talk to me and he said he was getting a divorce. I know Eric. When he says he's going to do something, he does it. I knew then that our marriage was over. Then Keith called and asked how I had liked the sex party in Africa. That caused a warm feeling to start in my stomach. I told him I liked it. He told me he had a couple of friends from Texas who were coming to Colorado and were looking for a party and was I interested in entertaining them. At first I said no. But then I started thinking about all those men touching me and having sex with me and all of a sudden I wanted to do it again. I started to tell Keith okay, but before I could, he told me there was money in it. I had never even thought about having sex for money so out of curiosity I asked how much money."



"So the guys came up from Texas and you had sex with them for money?"



"Well, not just me. Julie was there, too."



"Only two guys?"



"That time, yes."



"Just a couple more questions. Do you prefer one man or more at the same time?"



She answered 'more' before her attorney could object and the judge could sustain.



"And my last question." Said the prosecutor. "Do you consider yourself a prostitute?"



"No."



"Okay, one more question. Why?"



"Because it's not my fault. Eric caused it."



Well, I thought as Pat and I left the courthouse; she was the prosecution's best witness. But then there couldn't been much of a defense when they were caught like they were.



"Could I ask you a question?" Asked Pat.



"Of course." I answered.



"Would you mind if I interviewed her for my thesis?"



We both laughed.



The following day were closing arguments and the start of deliberations by the jury. Neither event took long and she was convicted on every charge. Each charge of prostitution, and there were six of them, carried a possible six months in jail. They gave her the max allowable. On the charge of Keeping a house for prostitution, another six months and for the charge of procuring a person to travel for purposes of prostitution another six months. The sentences were to run concurrently. As soon as the sentence was announced, three officers put her in handcuffs and took her to jail. If she showed any emotion, I didn't see it.



With good behavior, she would spend only three months ... unless she fucks up. 



Julie was found guilty at her trial as well and received virtually the same sentence. Keith, on the other hand, received three years. No one from his family came for his trial. Keith fucking Jessica and then becoming her pimp put some pressure on the friendship I shared with Sam and his family. For the first time since I can remember, I did not go to his parents' anniversary party or his sister's birthday party. Keith was there. Only Sam knew what Keith had done in Africa and that he was running a whorehouse. A whorehouse with only two permanent whores. His family had no idea what a scumbag he was until he was arrested. Then Sam told them everything. When they led him off to jail in handcuffs, he cried like a baby. 



Jessica had been in jail almost three months and her release date had been announced. They made sure I knew that she was being released and when. 



The Probation Department called and asked me if I would be interested in helping her adjust to society. My answer was short and sweet and left no doubt what my opinion was.



They never called again.



In the same jail with Jessica, was a woman convicted of bank robbery. She and her boyfriend got high on Meth and for a joke decided to rob a bank. The law didn't think it was funny and sentenced them both to eight years in prison. While waiting to be transferred to prison, she was in the county jail where Jessica was serving her time.



Her family had two businesses in town, and had worked very hard. They approached Donald Flynn, my attorney and Pat's step-father, and asked him to handle her appeal. Don never handled drug cases of any kind, but the mother was almost on her knees begging him so he relented. Relented to the point of agreeing to interview her and get her story. Based on that interview, he would decide whether or not to take her appeal. He met with her two weeks before Jessica was scheduled to be released.



My phone rang about mid-afternoon. It was Don.



"Hello, Don. What's up?"



"Are you at home?'



"Sure am." 



"Well, don't go anyplace. I'll be right there."



"What this about?"



"I'll tell you when I see you."



Pat and I were sitting with glasses of wine when he came in.



"Okay, so what's so important?" I asked.



"Let me get some wine first." He poured himself a glass, sipped it, smiled and sat across from us. "You know that Jessica's release date is in a couple of weeks."



Pat and I looked at each other. "We know, Dad." She said.



"Well, she can kiss that sucker good bye." He said and laughed, and took another sip of wine.



"What do you mean?" I asked.



"I was at her jail today interviewing a prospective client. She told me that Jessica is up on charges that could net her six more years."



"Are you shitting me?"



"No. I will have to check with my sources tomorrow to verify it, but apparently she got herself in some bigtime trouble."



"What kind of trouble?"



"It seems that she didn't 'play well with others' when she got there and some of them, one in particular, decided to show her that she wasn't the 'cock of the walk' so to speak. So this one prisoner took Jessica aside and beat the shit out of her then made her, excuse me, Pat, perform. After that she made Jessica perform on anybody who paid. So Jessica is still a prostitute, and she still has a pimp, but now her only customers are women prisoners and if she hesitates, her new pimp bests the shit out of her."



"Do the guards know?"



"They know she gets beat up pretty regularly, but they don't know who does it, and Jessica won't rat."



"Why does that keep her from getting out?"



"Well, it seems that her new pimp also has a thriving drug business in jail. Jail authorities suspect one of the guards is smuggling the drugs in to her, but they haven't been able to prove it. They even found a phone in her cell. The officials know this shit happens because they find drugs almost every week but they haven't been able to stop it. Anyway, apparently Jessica's pimp had just received a new shipment of meth. It was just two or three small 'rocks' as they call them, but any amount of drugs in jail will result in prison time. She had just gotten them from her source, whoever that was, and two guards approached her. She suspected she was going to be searched, so she gave them to Jessica to hide. It turns out the guards were going to search Jessica, not her pimp and she was caught with them. She denied they were hers and told the guards who they really belonged to." 



He stopped to take a sip of wine.



"The guards suspected that to be the case because Jessica hadn't been there long enough to develop the kind of contacts it took to smuggle drugs in. But,the meth was on her so as far as the law is concerned, they belonged to her. And since she 'ratted' on her pimp, later that night she was beaten again. This time so bad she was hospitalized for two days. Your ex-wife, is not having much fun."



"Holy shit." Said Pat. "I don't know if anyone deserves that.



"Oh, I don't know." I said. "She brought it on herself."



Jessica had another trial for the meth and was sentenced to four years in prison. If she thought county jail was bad, she was in for a very rude awakening when she got to 'the big house'.



Whenever I thought of her trying to blame me for her cheating, I got really pissed off. Jail time and now prison time wasn't enough punishment for her. I wanted to do something special just from me.



When she was transferred to prison, she asked specifically to see me. I discussed it with Pat who seemed to feel that it wouldn't hurt anything so I figured, what the hell. About a week before I was to visit her I got an idea. I called the South African Embassy and asked to speak to one of their security people.



"This is Special Agent Johnston. How may I help you?"



"My name is Eric Gardner, Special Agent Johnston and I have a question."



"I'll answer it if I can."



"A little over a year ago, we were in South Africa for a visit. I heard after I got back that our ranger was killed by lions and I was wondering if they ever found out how it happened."



"Where was it and what was the Ranger's name?"



I told him where we were and added. "His name was Janco. We never knew his last name."



"Let me do some checking and I'll get back to you in a couple of days."



Three days later, he called me back. "I've checked with the authorities in Nelspruit. They are the police force who handled Janco's case. There are rarely any investigations in cases like this. It doesn't happen often, but it does happen so generally they just fill out a report and file it under miscellaneous. Every year they clean out their miscellaneous files and throw them in the trash. They have neither manpower nor resources or, quite frankly, desire, to investigate cases like Janco's. In some places if they can identify the animal doing the killing, they euthanize it, but they didn't even bother to do that in this case."



That's the information I wanted to know.



I walked into the prison and started the visitation process. They had to check to see if I was on her visitor's list before they did anything. I was sitting in a big room filled with metal tables with circular metal stools permanently attached to them for seats. 

<hr pg="3" />I had been there about five minutes when she walked in. She looked nothing like she did when they led her out of the courtroom in cuffs. She was skinny as a rail and looked like she had aged ten years. She sat on one of the metal stools and looked at me.



"Hello, Eric."



"Jess."



"You're looking well."



I wanted to say that she looked like shit, but didn't so instead I asked. "How have you been?"



She almost smiled and looked around. "I've been better."



"How much of the four years do you think you will have to serve?"



"Two years if I don't fuck up."



That's what I had said about her six month sentence. "What happened?"



"It's a long story. Some bitch had some meth and she thought she was going to be searched so she gave it to me to hide."



"Why did you take it?"



She grunted. "I didn't have a choice. I asked her what I should do with it. 'Shove it up your cunt' she told me." Jessica had never used the word cunt. Confinement was certainly changing her.



We were both silent for some time before she spoke. "Eric, I want you to know that I am sorry."



"Me, too, Jess. What did I do wrong?"



"You? Nothing. Janco just hit all the right buttons until I wanted to fuck him. Then after we had our first orgy the next day, I knew I wouldn't stop. It was like something out of a dream. The good feelings came and didn't stop."



"I heard you fucking him."



"I figured you did. Then when you said it at the trial it confirmed it."



"When did you decide you were going to cheat on me?"



"At the pool when we all got naked and I finger fucked myself while the others actually fucked. I knew it would happen I just didn't know when."



Yep. Incarceration had certainly changed her. She had never spoken this freely about sex with me and here she was talking about wanting to fuck other people.



"You didn't get to finish fucking Janco, though."



"No, I didn't. I was on my way to the best orgasm of my life when that bastard broke in on us."



"Did you give any thought to the fact that you were cheating?"



"Fuck, no. I just wanted him to get me off."



I couldn't believe it. She was telling me this shit just as casually as she might talk to one of her customers without any concern for my feelings. It was all about her getting off.



"If you had the opportunity to finish fucking him, would you?"



"Oh, fuck yes. I would even do it with you watching."



That did it. One step too far. "So, did you ever find out what he was doing out there?"



"No. Nobody knew why he went out there and why he was alone."



I looked her right in the eyes. "I know, Jess. I know what he was doing out there ... and he wasn't alone. Good bye, Jessica."



I stood, smiled and walked out.

