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D four pounds," she said. "And, you expect this court to believe that you are capable of hurling, in the space of ten feet, a beer can with enough force, to cause a medium grade concussion?" Bubba asked, and shook his head no. "Isn't it a fact that you, upon finding your lesbian lover (he spat the words with venom) enjoying the attentions of a man, doing things for her that rape fantasies could never do,.
That you struck him repeatedly with the only weapon you could find, a beer can?" "If Mr. Johnson would like, I'll be happy to buy him a can of beer and we'll let Miss Carter throw it at him," Sammy suggested, which brought on gales of laughter. "Oh, I have something better then my head," Bubba smiled, and pulled a mannequin from behind his table. "This is a crash test dummy, used by engineers and scientists to determine the extent of injury a human body can sustain" he announced. "If it please the court, I would like Miss Carter to take this can of beer," which he placed on the table. "And demonstrate for us just how she managed to rend.
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Er my client unconscious." "Your honor, what could this possibly prove?" Sammy protested. "Exactly this," Bubba crowed. "That, upon entering the room, Miss Potter felt remorse for being unfaithful to her lesbian lover, and Miss Carter, in a fit of rage, attacked Mr. Bordelon, striking him several times in the head. Together, along with th.
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Eir friends, they concocted this ludicrous story of rape and torture, to salvage their deviant relationship." "Your honor, we have already presented as evidence x-rays that clearly show that it was a single blow that caused the medium grade concussion," Sammy yelled. "Also, it is a matter of record that Miss Carter was a pitcher for her high school softball team." "And, I contend that there is no way that this little girl, in the space of ten feet, could possibly have caused the extent of the injuries, that it was someone else that assisted them, and my client is guilty of nothing more than bad judgement," Bubba argued. The judge ruled that the defense did have a right to question the nature of the injuries, and Lindy stepped down and grasped the beer can fi.
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Rmly. To Bubba's chagrin, when he said go, with deadly accuracy, Lindy whipped the can toward rape fantasies dummy's face and it exploded as it struck, which sprayed Bubba fully. The expert he'd hired took the measurements and reported that the dummy had indeed sustained serious cranial injuries. "And, taking into account that Mr. Bordelon was lunging toward Miss Carter," he continued. "Allegedly lunging," Bubba yelled. "It's a wonder he did not suffer a life threatening blow," the witness concluded. "Returning to the day in question, who were you sleeping with?" Bubba asked Lindy as she settled into the witness chair. "My boyfriend, Adam," she whispered. "Who just happens to be the brother of your lesbian lover, isn't that true?" Bubba sneered. "Yes," she nodded. "Tell us, did you an.
D her and he share the same bed?" Bubba sneered. "No! That's disgusting!" Lindy exclaimed. "Do you sleep with your boyfriend and his sister?" "My sleeping arrangements are not on trial here!" Bubba bellowed over the guffaws. "And, may I remind Mr. Johnson, neither are the sleeping arrangements of the victim and her friends?" Sammy snapped. "Unless you have another line o.
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F questioning, Mr. Johnson, I advise you to excuse this witness," the judge ordered. "No, I have nothing further of this, this witness," Bubba snarled at Lindy. "Sack of shit," she whispered at him as she walked past. "What?" he bellowed. "I said, you're sick," she snapped as people tittered. "I could have sworn you called me a sack of shit," he growled. "Oh, well, if the shoe fits," she smiled swee.
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Tly and sat down next to a tense Adam. Adam described for the jury the repeated attempts to infiltrate the clique he and Cindy belonged to at school. The prosecution had painted a picture of Bobby as a resentful boy who was just waiting for a chance to exact revenge on the people he most admired. "And, would you say he displayed a great deal of animosity the day before the attack?" Sammy asked. "I don't know," Adam answered honestly. "I mean, he'd never had much to say that I wanted to hear, you know? Always so negative, trying to put other people down. I mean, he's not very good at school or sports or anything like that, and never seemed to have a whole bunch of friends. The day before the attack, we had to tell him it was time to go, we wanted to get some sleep." "And, how did he react?" Sammy asked. "Like.
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