Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2005 02:28:17 +0000
From: Brad Goodman <bradgoodman30@hotmail.com>
Subject: Laws of Love - Chapter 8

This story contains erotic fiction about the teenaged boys and adult men.
It belongs in the adult/youth catagory.  The story involves very intimate
relationships between teen boys or teen boys and men.  If this type of
material is illegal where you live or if you are offended by such subject
matter than do not continue and leave.  This story is a work of fiction,
which means it is not true.

This story is my property and can not be reproduced without my expressed
written consent.  Only the Nifty Archives has my permission to publish it.
Blah, blah, blah, blah.......

Use your best judgement.  You know what you like and why you are here.

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I believe that I will not exceed 10 chapters in this story.  I hope there
are stll people reading it but since I am so close to the end I intend to
finish it come "hell or high water."  LOL  Anyway, I hope that it is keeping
your attention.  For those that have enjoyed the sexual encounters this
chapter is strangely devoid of any.  Next chapter I will start you off with
a bang though.

You may send your comments, feedback and pics to bradgoodman30@hotmail.com

And now on with the story...........


Laws of Love
Chapter 8
By: Brad Goodman


	I had filed several motions in the case and they were to be heard first.
After that they had jury selection.  The District Attorney was very
confident he was going to "get his man" as he put it to the local news.  I
was secretly hoping that his confidence would lead him to take me lightly
and that his arrogance would show in court making him unpopular with the
jury.  I was counting on a lot of "ifs" but the reality is it is very hard
to fight the law.  I was as prepared as I could be but I lacked a staff of
20 working on my behalf like the district attorney and I did not have the
extensive legal background he did either.  I looked pretty screwed and quite
frankly I was screwed.

I arrived in court and the smell of old mahogany and furniture polish was
filling the room.  The furniture was well kept solid wood furniture close to
100 years old.  As I walked to the front of the court room where two old
tables and the judge's bench stood I could hear the hard wood floors crack
under my feet.  The proceedings were closed due to the age of the minor and
for that I am thankful.  There were reporters outside begging for comments
but I refused to talk to them.  In fact, the court allowed me to enter
through the back everyday while the DA entered through the swarm of
reporters delivering sound bites for the ten o'clock news.  I sat in my
chair waiting for the judge to enter and watched as the DA smirked at me.
The DA was named Kellen Kocurek and he looked as though he had never turned
down a meal in his life.  The man was pushing 325 to 350 lbs and short in
stature.  The man was balding and obviously dyed the hair that was left.
His face was covered in pock marks and he had bright rosy cheeks, evidently
a reaction to a collar that was three sizes to small.  His multiple chins
spilling out over it.  He and his co-counsel would look and snicker as if
this was some type of high school mock trial.  I was insulted by their
arrogance and bravado.  I said nothing in return.  The judge entered the
courtroom and the bailiff called out "All rise."

I stood up with everyone else in the courtroom and an old judge entered the
room and quickly took a seat.  His name was Judge Wendell Wilson and he was
known for his temper and demeanor.  He was a nice looking older gentleman,
easily in his sixties but still looking good.  He had some wrinkles at the
corners of his eyes that made him look tough.  His hair was snow white and
combed back but without any hair products so it was very puffy.  The judge
was a thin small framed man with a stern look.  When he opened his mouth his
voice had a distinct rural southern accent common to much of the south.  He
was maybe a generation removed from redneck hillbilly parents.  I was so
scared I hadn't heard him say "be seated" and was still standing there like
a deer caught in headlights.  The judged piped up loader.

"Mr. Goodman, you may be seated now."

"Oh, sorry your honor.  I am a bit nervous."  I smiled awkwardly and the
judge looked at me with a stern expression.

I took my seat and the DA and his cronies laughed at me under their breath.
The judge continued looking at some papers and reading out the charges
against me.  He then said he wanted to address the motion I filed first.

"Mr. Goodman, you filed a motion to suppress the DNA evidence taken from the
victim claiming it was obtained illegally?"  The Judge asked sternly.

"Yes your honor.  The county failed to get authorization from a guardian
before invading the boy's privacy.  Additionally, the boy had to be sedated
because he refused the examination."

The DA stood up and replied.  "Your honor.  Time was crucial here.  We
needed to determine if the boy was sexually abused and extract any evidence
before it degraded.  Since he was living with the defendant we were unaware
of guardianship.  We acted in the best interest of the minor child your
honor."

"Your honor, the police had asked the child if he had been sexually abused
and he told them `no.' The DA told them to proceed anyway.  They had no
substantiated reason to violate the minor child's rights and forgo the law
by dismissing the need for parental consent.  The law is clear on this your
honor."  I retorted.

"Your honor" the DA began "We already had the eyewitness account of a
teacher.  We knew the boy was lying to us.  We acted in the best interest of
the child."

I was needing something big and took a deep breath and my mind cleared and
it came to me "Your honor.  The DA is suggesting that a disgruntled woman
who I had dated and ended a relationship with is a credible witness.
Additionally, the woman had admittedly violated the law and trespassed onto
private property to allegedly witness the incident that lead to this case.
No one from the police department, sheriff's department or the DAs office
questioned the legitimacy of the woman's claim.  They never asked what was
her motive for trespassing or what would her motive be for making up such a
story.  A reasonable person would deduce the woman had ill intentions when
she claimed to trespass into a backyard that was fenced and locked.  They
did not."

The DA looked stunned but he wasn't giving up.  "Your honor, we had a
credible witness, we had no reason to question the woman's motives as she
has no history of making false reports."

"Is the DA seriously telling us the police had checked to see if this woman
had ever made false reports before they arrested me and kidnapped the minor
child in my care.  Additionally your honor, under the DAs assumption and
argument any person could claim you were having a sexual relationship with a
child and they would take the child and conduct an evasive physical exam of
them without parental consent.  I would hate to think how many people would
be arrested and children violated because of some disgruntled
ex-girlfriends."

The DA began to reply and the judge cut them off.  "I have heard enough.
The law explicitly states that a minor child must have a guardian or legal
counsel present before being interrogated.  The physical exam is an illegal
interrogation and search of the child.  The DNA evidence and all of the
exams findings are excluded."

"Your honor, the defendant is a pedophile and that DNA evidence is crucial
to the case."  The DA retorted in an angry tone.

"I suggest you rely on your other evidence."  The judge retorted.

"As to your second motion to exclude the DNA evidence from the home and bed
I will allow it.  The authorities are allowed to search a home based on
anonymous tips and an alleged eyewitness to a crime serves the same."

I nodded my acceptance because I was elated with my first victory.  The
judge went over some other courtroom etiquette and procedures and then a
potential jury pool was brought in.  I had reviewed the jury answers to
questions and I asked the judge to exclude all potential jurors admitting to
hearing about the case on the news.  He agreed because we had almost 100
jurors that had heard nothing.  The DA asked the typical questions about the
potential jurors objectivity and feelings toward sexual abuse.  I however,
decided to ask a myriad of questions.

What's your favorite type of food?
How long have you lived in Texas?
Do you have kids?  If yes who were their mentors?
When did you first have sex?
How much older was your oldest sex partner than you?
Have you ever masturbated?

I continued asking questions and getting some objections from the DA as to
relevance but I was trying to throw him off as to the direction of my
defense.  I was also bonding with potential jurors by getting to know them.
We ended up with the eleven people I thought were best.  In fact, I think
the DA was over confident and didn't realize why I had asked to exclude
certain potential jurors.  Additionally, I think he believed any juror would
convict me.

Now that we had a set jury and alternates we were ready to begin trial.  The
judge asked for opening statements and the DA began.  He kept telling the
jury if they failed to convict me I would molest kids until I died.  He said
that the evidence was clear and that they would have no other choice but to
convict me.  I was up and sweating like crazy.  The acoustics of the old
court room were amazing.  Even speaking lowly came out easily for all to
hear.  The DA had boomed at the jury and been very arrogant and even
condescending to them.  I took a very different approach.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the jury." I said in a calm voice.  "I believe the
DA has shown his true colors.  This case is about his re-election and desire
for a high profile conviction.  He has pieced together some circumstantial
evidence amounting to nothing.  His case hinges not on the testimony of an
alleged victim but on the testimony of a disgruntled woman I dated and
rejected.  Additionally, the evidence will prove that I am the adoptive
father to a boy whom improved his grades, increased his social skills, and
became more emotionally stable under my care.  It will prove that the boy is
a typical teenager and being such masturbated.  It will prove that I at some
point, masturbated too.  I am guilty of that as I am a typical male.  This
case will also prove that the DA in his arrogance and desire to have a witch
hunt failed to follow up and thoroughly investigate the case."

I returned to my seat and the judge broke us for lunch.  As I exited the
courtroom to head out for a bottle of water and some Tums for my churning
stomach, I saw Nick in the hall.  Before his social worker could react he
ran to me and hugged me.

"I missed you so much Brad.  I can't believe I get to see you."  Nick
exclaimed.

I leaned down and whispered to him as his social worker barreled toward us
"Just tell them about you masturbating in the bed when I wasn't home, okay.
Trust me."

He looked up at me for a second before the robust woman pulled him from me.
He looked so skinny and disheveled.  He looked like he was stressed out.  I
went home quickly and got some pics of Nick when we were together.  He
looked so much better in them than he did now.  I returned to court and the
proceedings began again.  The jury entered the room and the prosecution
called their first witness.  It was Mary Gordon the teacher I had rebuffed.
They asked her about what she had seen on that fateful Sunday night.  When
she finished the jury looked aghast.  Now I had to cross examine her.

Mr. Goodman:  "Ms. Gordon, why did you go over on that Sunday night to my
house."

Ms. Gordon:  "I was suspicious about you and Nick." She replied.

Mr. Goodman:  "Why were you suspicious?  Did you ever see anything
inappropriate between Nick and I other than on the night you allegedly saw
us together?"

Ms. Gordon:  "Well, no^Åbut you two seemed unusually close."

Mr. Goodman:  "Very close to one another?"

Ms. Gordon:  "Yes."

Mr. Goodman:  "Is it wrong for a man to be close to his son?"

Ms. Gordon:  "Of course not."

Mr. Goodman:  "Then why were you so suspicious?"

Ms. Gordon:  "I just felt something was wrong."

Mr. Goodman:  "Could you have felt that way because on our first date you
told me to `putout or get out' in an attempt to have sex with me?"

Ms. Gordon:  "What? No, I ah^Å"

DA Kocurek:  "Objection, relevance and assuming facts not in evidence."

Mr. Goodman:  "Your honor, the DA already established in his direct that the
witness and I dated.  If she didn't say that then she can deny it."

Judge:  "Overruled."

Mr. Goodman:  "So did you say that to me?"

Ms. Gordon:  "Well, yes but I was joking?"

Mr. Goodman:  "So you didn't want to have sex with me that night?"

Ms. Gordon:  "I did but^Å"

Mr. Goodman:  "Were you upset when I rejected you and then broke up with
you?"

Ms. Gordon:  "No^Ånot really."

Mr. Goodman:  "Did you ever tell another teacher I must be gay because I
didn't want to sleep with you and that you had never been rejected before?"

Ms. Gordon:  "Yes, but^Å"

Mr. Goodman:  "Did you follow me and Nick to different stores and tell the
same teacher you felt like a stalker sometimes?"

Ms. Gordon:  "Yes, but I was joking."

Mr. Goodman:  "Joking?  You were mad about being rejected and you wanted
revenge, right?"

Ms. Gordon:  "I am not making this up."

Mr. Goodman:  "Maybe you are joking?"

DA Kocurek:  "Objection!"

Mr. Goodman:  "Withdrawn."

I had no more questions for the teacher and she left.  The day was now done
and the judge released us.  I went home feeling fairly good about the day.
I still had a long way to go.  The next day in court would definitely be the
hardest.  Ian snuck in that night and told me about how happy Nick was to
see me.  He told me how they had spent the entire day in the hallway playing
card games.  We talked about the case and what happened and where I was
going with my defense.  Nick and he would discuss the details tomorrow.  Ian
snuggled close to me and we slept in each other's arms both too exhausted to
have sex.  The next day I awoke eager to resolve my case.

To be continued...