Date: Tue, 9 Nov 2010 17:09:48 -0500
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Customer/ Dexter's Saga Chapter #7

The Customer/ Dexter's Saga Part 7
By Joystick

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End of Part #6

Then one day while Dexter and Sultan were in the Bazaar, who but Achmed,
the storekeeper, happened to spot them...

The Customer/Dexter's Saga Part #7

"Ah yes! Look at this! If it isn't my old friend Sultan," Achmed said as he
greeted the pair of them. "And who is this that you are dragging around on
that leash? Can it be my runaway slave? Or were you perhaps looking for me
just to return 'my property'?"

"Your property? Are you insane? He is mine. I purchased him from you,
legally. I have a bill of sale signed by you and filed with the court,
stating that you sold him to me."

"A forgery no doubt."

"Don't give me that camel shit. You know better than that." Sultan said.

"I have heard that since your uncle passed away, you have taken over his
business and are running it into the ground. Why, after all this time are
you now telling me that, after almost killing this poor boy and selling him
to me; you now want him back? Is it that the business is failing and that
perhaps you want an additional means of earning a few dollars?"

"I not only demand that you return him to me, but I want the money he has
earned for you turned over to me also!"

"Now I'm sure you are crazy! You have got to be joking! Just because you
now own a business does not mean that you have elevated yourself up to the
status of a human being. You always have been and still are gutter shit and
if you don't clear the way for your betters, I will flush you down the
nearest sewer," Sultan said angrily as he pushed him aside. ''Why, just the
very thought that such a fine specimen as my slave should even have been
touched by one such as you makes me sick."

With that he pushed Achmed out of their way and proceeded to continue to
shop. After he had finished his purchases and had arranged to have them
delivered, both he and Dexter returned to the brothel.

"Do you think he will be able to get me back?" Dexter asked. "I won't have
to go back to that filthy bastard - will I?"

"Don't even let that thought enter your head. By our laws you belong to
me. The papers were signed and filed with the proper authorities. It is all
legal."

"But what if he takes you into court?"

"I have his written statement that he sold you to me for cash. That paper
should hold up in any court of law. If need be, I can get 10 people to
testify that he not only sold you to me, but that he helped load you into
my van."

"Were there any such persons?"

'Don't ask foolish questions. For the right price I can even get the Judge,
the Chief of Police and the doctor to testify to this," Sultan laughed. "No
one will believe him when I get finished with him. He will be lucky if he
has that little store once I counter-sue him. He may make all kinds of
noise, but he knows he cannot even get his 'day in court'. He will be the
laughing stock of the town."

As soon as they got back to the brothel, Sultan called his lawyer and asked
him to come to his office. The two of them sat down and Sultan filled him
in on what had happened in the Bazaar. He showed him the 'Bill of Sale' and
the Doctor's bill.

"The Bill of Sale is all we should need. What are you showing me the
doctor's bill for?" asked the lawyer. "It proves nothing really."

"It proves that Achmed abused Dexter. It shows that Achmed was a violent
owner and my purchase of him saved his life. Once Dexter became well, I
offered him a job in my establishment, which he accepted."

"The court is not interested in Dexter's health - only his status. Is he
free or property? Are you saying that you purchased him and then offered
him his freedom and he decided to work for you?"

"Well, not in so many words. I told him that by our laws he now belonged to
me and that if he consented to work for me, He might be able to earn his
freedom."

"Again, I must tell you that the court is only interested in Dexter's
status. As long as you have that Bill of Sale, there is nothing this shop
owner can do about it. I would like to speak to this Dexter and hear what
he has to say about it."

"Does this mean that you will be his lawyer also?"

"Slaves, as you are well aware, do not have legal rights... so they need no
lawyers. If he were your slave, then as your property, he would be covered
in our legal agreement. I am bound to represent and provide legal
assistance to you and your property. Now let's call Dexter in."

Dexter was summoned and he came into the office.

"Dexter, please sit down and answer the lawyer's questions as best you
can."

"I want you to tell me, as best you can, as to how you came into Sultan's
possession."

"Well as best I can recall it... " He told him about being raped by Achmed.

After he had finished the lawyer said, "And you mean to tell me that you
remember that Achmed called Sultan and told him he wanted to sell you to
him? You recall Achmed and Sultan bargaining with and another over your
price. And that they agreed and Achmed signed a Bill of Sale?"

"Yes, I remember that part rather well. I remember wondering what kind of a
nut factory I had fallen into. And then I remember after they had agreed on
the price, Achmed injecting me with a sedative and the two of them rolling
me into a rug and Achmed helping Sultan to load me into his van."

"So you remember all that?"

"Yes, until they both loaded me into the van I was awake, but after that I
must have passed out. Later when I came to, I had memory loss for a few
days. Then it all came back."

"So you did not submit to Achmed willingly? He overpowered you and as in a
war or raid he claimed you as booty? You did not become his slave by your
own free will."

"Hell no! That bastard just drugged me and raped me and sold me to Sultan."

"Well in the old days that would have been considered a legitimate means of
enslaving a non-believer. Even though we say we do not recognize slavery
today, we all know that we turn our eyes away from it. Still today it is
recognized in religious law. You see the law is that all non-believers
deserve and should be enslaved and offered encouragement to convert to the
one true religion.  This was the word of the prophet and cannot be changed
no matter what some court of men may say. That is what this community
believes and what our court will uphold. If Sultan thought that you were
Achmed's slave and that he wanted to sell you to him then the sale is
final. Do you think Sultan believed that?"

"I think so. Like I said, I was drugged and it was fuzzy."

"Ok. You can go now. Just for my own peace of mind, if given the choice,
would you willingly go back to Achmed, or stay with Sultan?"

"I would like my freedom!"

"I can not offer you that, nor can the court. The court is not interested
in freeing anyone. Only the one that owns you has that right. It is too
complicated to explain it to you as you are unfamiliar with our laws but
Achmed took possession of you by means of force. That is the usual means of
enslavement. There are few people who become slaves voluntarily. Once
enslaved you became his property. He then sold you to Sultan. It is up to
him to either free you or continue to enslave you. He has offered you a
chance to free yourself by working for him and it looks as if you are
taking it. You understand that if you went back to Achmed, or if the court
were to send you back to him, you would be a slave for life with no chance
for freedom. There is no other way for you to become free. You must remain
with Sultan."

"What if I were to testify as to how Achmed illegally made...."

"Stop right there. Slaves testify in court? That will never happen. A slave
is never allowed to testify in court. The words of slaves have no legal
validity in our courts. What kind of ridiculous situation would allow a
slave to determine his status? That would be like giving the right of jury
nullification to a convicted muderer. You may go now."

After Dexter left the room the lawyer said, "I'm going over to talk to
Achmed and see if we can work something out. The only problem I can see is
that you did not have a witness to the signing. However, you really did not
need one since you filed it with the court. Since, at that time he was
given the required time to protest the legality of the papers - he really
has no legal claim now. Your Bill of Sale is legal and since you did
register it and he was given notification of your purchase but never
contested it, the court will have to recognize your ownership. The only
thing he can do now is to cause a few problems. There are other ways of
putting an end to this camel shit and perhaps we can end it without too
much of a stink."

"You work it from your end. I have a few ideas of my own."

"Just watch yourself. Nothing illegal now. I don't want to have to defend
you for murder," the lawyer admonished him strongly.

"I would not dirty my hands with his blood. I was just thinking that the
Judge might just like to spend some time with Dexter one of these
nights. Let us say as a guest of my house."

"Yes," laughed the lawyer, "the time honored custom of persuasion, and I
thought only us Arabs were that devious. I did not think you Sudanese were
so cunning. One could try bribery; among us it is an old respected means of
settling problems. But will our learned Judge accept a bribe."

"The Judge comes from old Bedouin stock and you know what they say about
the desert people," Sultan smiled.

"They say many things!" laughed the lawyer. "Most of them true. Which
saying are you referring to?"

"There is an age old saying among the Bedouin: "A goat for use, a girl for
enjoyment, but a boy for ecstasy," said Sultan. "And I have just the boy
for him."

"Now that's plain downright devious bribery," he smiled. "Something that we
in the legal profession might come up with. I'm not going to remember that
you said that, but after seeing Dexter myself, I just might want to sample
his charms myself."

"Win this case and I'll see what I can do for you!"

>>>>>

Sultan, after calling and making an appointment to meet the Judge in his
home late in the evening, went there and was greeted warmly. "It is good to
see you again my old friend. It has been a long time." The Judge said as he
ushered him into his study.

"Yes, I can remember the many times you used my services but since your
marriage you seem to have lost an appetite for the better things in life. I
hope it was not that you lost your taste for my delicious tidbits."

"Lost my taste? Are you out of your mind? I am Bedouin and we never
forget. However, since my marriage, the wife has me under her thumb and I
have to watch my expenses. From what I hear, the pay of a Judge would not
go far in your establishment these days. I hear all kinds of rumors of
1000-dollar fees. Besides you know how some people are now-a-days, it would
not look right if I were seen in your establishment."

"We could always arrange to have one of our younger men meet you in a place
that was less public, and as for the fee, I'm sure that we could work
something out."

"That is most kind of you and to tell the truth, I do miss the 'old
days'. Now tell me the real reason you are here."

"Well, Judge, I did come to ask your opinion on a legal matter. I asked my
Lawyer, but he was a bit too sure for my taste."

"Lawyers tend to be that way. They tend to simplify things in order to get
money from you. Will this matter come up before my court?"

"Yes sir and that's why I would like your opinion on this before I go into
the expense of a court trial," Sultan said.

"Well if you wish to ask my legal opinion on a general point of law.... It
might be considered ethical."

"Can you tell me if a certain paper is a legal document?"

"Only in general terms."

"If a Bill of Sale is signed by both parties and one party duly files that
document with county clerk, is it legal even if there was no witness to the
signing?"

"Generally speaking, it is the clerk's duty to notify both parties that the
document has been registered and unless there is a written protest within
14 days, such a document is binding on both parties," he concluded. "That's
all I can say at this time. That's what your lawyer should have told you."

"Thank you, Judge. That is what he told me and the clerk did do that, but I
just wanted to be sure," Sultan said. "Do I owe you anything for this legal
opinion?"

"Not a cent. It would not be proper for me to charge for such basic
knowledge that any first year law student would know." And in a whispered
voice he continued, "now to get back to our earlier conversation about my
taste buds and how I can satisfy them."

"I hear that you have purchased a vacation home on the lake last year."

"Yes it is more of a fishing lodge then a home. You know how I love to go
fishing. Perhaps you would like to come visit some weekend and do a little
fishing. It is good to get away from town and be off by myself and not have
to worry about my wife interrupting my solitude. I love to sit by the
fireplace and remember old times.  Why not come and perhaps we can even do
a little fishing? It will do us both some good."

"Ohhh you paint such a lovely picture and perhaps after this case is
settled I will take you up on the offer," said Sultan. "Perhaps I might
even bring one or two companions to help us take the chill out of the
evening air. You know some warm bodies to..."

"Yes, that's just what I had in mind."

"Two great minds DO think alike," Sultan laughed, as he got up extended his
hand and shook the Judge's hand in farewell."

"Take care of yourself, my old friend. Don't let that little shopkeeping
bastard worry you - you have nothing to fear from him."

Sultan smiled as he left the Judge's house and walked home. Both he and the
Judge had an understanding and he knew that it would hold as he had not
even mentioned Achmed in their conversation..........