by Ami Snow
Something was nagging at the back of my mind; I was positive something was amiss in this case but couldn’t put my finger on it. I know Garrick is no angel but there is nothing to indicate any dishonesty in his past juvenile record, and having met both his parents I am inclined to agree with them in believing he is telling the truth and actually didn’t know the vehicle was stolen.
He had a couple of charges for putting graffiti on public buildings and one for breaking-and-entering when he placed a stink bomb in a teacher’s house who had given him an adverse report card. Each time he had been co-operative with the police and not lied about anything.
If it were only his word against another person’s we could contest the evidence and suggest that it was a lie or misunderstanding on his part. But with all four of them stating exactly the same thing this was not a viable option.
Good grief!. That was IT!!
That was what was nagging at the back of my mind. All four statements in the regard of Garrick knowing beforehand that he was riding in a stolen vehicle were EXACTLY the same. Utilizing my awesome memory skills now I pulled each statement into my mind.
I am excited now; I know I am on the right track. The same person had coached these boys and told each of them to say the same thing. Now all I had to find out was if it was an attorney or the police. Either or would get us an acquittal I think. The boys were using public defenders as they were all from lower socio-economic backgrounds and Queen’s Counsel of Brett’s stature were way beyond their means.
Many legal aid solicitors who did this pro bono work for the court systems were qualified of course, but usually two far down the rungs of the ladder to be accepted into the larger law firms and struggled along defending people who could not afford more.
Therefore they did not have as much to lose as a colleague with a view to future partnership would have if he sullied his career with a “coaching a witness” charge.
Alternatively, a busy detective with a prohibitive case load and wanting to get a conviction could just as easily coach a witness. The juvenile system can be really frustrating to the police force. Too many times they serve the public in a dangerous and difficult job on the front line and spend days formulating a substantial and airtight case and a clever lawyer will plead an abusive childhood or drug addiction and promise better behavior in the future, resulting in a five minute scolding by a judge and then a slap on the hand type penalty and they are released back into society and in many cases reoffend almost immediately.
But having rationalized the reasons for it here, ‘coaching’ is still illegal and if discovered can be penalized severely and almost always works in the defendant’s favor. I am sure this is what has occurred. Every statement is totally different in its content reflecting the standards of education and relative ages of the four boys and yet the paragraphs pertaining to Garrick’s pre-knowledge are almost all identical.
“Sorry to call so late Sir but I believe I have discovered something that may be relevant to your appearance for Garrick in the morning,”
Although it is almost midnight this is too important not to share with Brett immediately due to the time he has remaining to prepare.
I ran my suspicions by him quoting each of the boy’s statements verbatim from memory. He has heard me do this on too many occasions to be awed by it any more.
“By George Kathleen, that is exactly what I needed to get the lad off. Well done my girl, well done indeed.”
Even at 28 years of age my toes still tingle when Brett or Dad are so free with their gratitude.
“I will need the originals of those statements and their police confessions with me in the morning. Do you think you could come in a little earlier, I am so very sorry to ask after your long drive but if we cross all the Tees and dot all the eyes I will have that boy scot free with no record by 10.30 in the morning.”
“It will be my pleasure Sir,” I happily acquiesce, “I have grown quite fond of that family and I genuinely believe Garrick has learned a lesson and grown up considerably in the past few months. Even I have noticed a different sense of respect in him toward his parents and he seems calmer and less confidently obnoxious if you know what I mean?”
“I quite agree Kathleen; I have noticed a change in the boy myself. Let us hope for his parent’s sake he is actually one of the few who do not become recidivists and that go on to lead responsible and productive lives.”
On that happy not we rang off each feeling a little more relaxed about Garrick’s plea hearing.
“BANG!!!!”
The explosion sounded like a gunshot and the steering wheel was almost wrenched out of my hands as my right front tire blew out. The engaged cruise control was increasing the engine’s revs to maintain the 110 kilometer setting as I fought to keep the car upright and bring it back to my side of the road. I flipped it off and downshifted before gently pumping the brakes as Dad had taught me to do should this situation ever arise.
Regaining control, but with the car vibrating and the steering wheel bucking in my hands, I managed to bring it to a stop in the emergency lane and switched off the ignition. Then for around a full minute reaction and shock set in and I just sat and shook.
“Hi Uncle Herbert, this is Kathy. I am so sorry to wake you but I have an emergency and was wondering if you can help me?”
Herbert Kingsley is my Dad’s closest friend and owns firm of recovery vehicles, including a fleet of tow trucks.
Fully awake now Herb asks, “What is the problem Curly and what is your 10/4.”
Curly is his pet name for me since like forever, and I knew enough of his tow truck jargon to understand 10/4 is current position or address.
I am approximately an hour up the Newcastle motor way with a blown right front tire and the wheel nuts are just too tight for me to loosen Uncle Herbert, I have tried and tried,”
Recognizing I was tired and frustrated and even a little scared Uncle Herb revved directly into damage control.
“Hey Curly when did old Herb not fix you when you get hurt? You just leave the engine running with heater on, lock the doors and I listen to that beautiful CD player and I will get my nearest tilt-tray out to you ASAP and he can hoist you up and you can sleep the rest of the way home. How’s that now? Is that a great offer or is that a great offer?”
He laughed his big hearty laugh and I was calm instantly.
“Thanks Uncle Herb, just tell the driver to knock my window and wake me when he gets here. I love you, bye.”
Thoroughly relaxed now that help was forthcoming I lay my seat back and closed my eyes as the drifters sang ‘Under the Boardwalk,’ and before it was finished the long day had taken its toll and I slid into a deep sleep.
“She doesn’t seem to be moving, do you think she’s dead or something?”
“Nah she ain’t dead, look closely, her tits are moving.”
“Crikey mate you’re dead right they are, and bloody nice tits too.”
Through the grey fog of slow awakening from deep slumber awareness reasserts itself and Kathleen sits bolt upright to be confronted by two pimply faced youths ogling her through the windscreen. Backlit by the headlights of an old Holden HQ sedan her clinical mind takes note of grimy hands and faces and dirty unwashed clothes.
“Hey missy you got a problem? Open the door and we can help you with it.”
The taller one of the duo spoke and at the same time made lewd suggestions by rocking his hips back and forth. The shorter guy laughed out loud disclosing a mouth with half the teeth missing and a pierced tongue with a large stud through it.
“After Mitch’ here is done you can get a taste of this too,” he giggled with his tongue fully extended and then he wiggled his stud up and down.
Realizing that she must not disclose her fear Kathleen stated calmly,
“No It is ok thank you the police are almost here and will call me a tow truck.”
“We will call you a lot more than a tow-truck you lying whore,” spat the taller guy. “We jus
t saw the local pig on the way here and he was going in the other direction. Now open that fucking door before we kick it in.”
Almost frozen with fear Kathleen had the presence of mind to remember her fancy state of the art radio car phone had a police emergency button which notified the police that she was in danger and sent her exact position by satellite.
Even as the guys were pulling at the door handles she kicked off a show and holding tight to the armrest in case they sprung her door open somehow she hit the button with her toe.
“Alec go and get the wheel wrench out of the trunk of the HQ, we’ll smash her fucking window the smart cunt,” screamed the one called Mitch in frustrated rage being unable to open her door.
As Alec moved away from the front of the car Kathleen slammed it into gear and hit the accelerator. The rear wheel ran over Mitch’s foot and in a fit of profanity and pain he sat on the ground massaging it. Kathleen rammed the throttle to the floor and the little car staggered and bucked along the emergency lane.
Limping to the HQ Mitch yelled at Alec, “Get into the fucking car, if that slut doesn’t stop that fucking rice burner I’ll ram her off the fucking road.”
Not able to control her car at more than twenty kilometers an hour the HQ was almost upon her when flashing lights appeared around the bend and tilt tray did a sliding U turn and clipping the old car sent it careering off the road and then skidded to a stop 100 meters in front of her.
“Hey Curly, pull up and whoa girlie,” Grinned Herb. Slamming the brakes on Kathy leapt from the car and ran sobbing into his arms. So terrified she was almost incoherent as she reiterated the men’s threats. Red faced and furious Herb picked her up and put her in the truck cab then reached behind it and pulled out a two foot steel bar.
“Wait here a minute Curly; the cops are less than a minute away. I will be right back.”
Without waiting for any reply Herb loped into the bush towards the stranded HQ. Seeing the huge irate drive running at them with his weapon raised the shoe was on the other foot. The terrified men locked all the doors and lay on the floor.
With his first mighty blow Herb shattered the driver’s window and reaching down and grabbed Mitch by his long greasy hair and yanked him back through it. Dropping the bar he closed his massive fist and drove it into the sobbing coward’s long nose. Hearing a satisfying crunch as it shattered he dropped the unconscious man on the ground and reaching through the window again opened the back door and hauled Alec out by his feet.
Herb could hear the wail of the police siren now, so raising his steel capped boot he brought it down with all strength on the filthy man’s genitals. Disregarding the horrendous screaming he hurried back to the Prelude and began hooking it up.
Pulling up behind the Prelude the two policemen walked up to Herb and enquired why the emergency police beacon had been activated. Continuing to hook up the big man said the driver was in a state of shock in the tow truck but if they were gentle she could answer that question.
“But I suggest that one of you might see what all that screaming is at the other car,” Herb suggested helpfully.
The policeman came running back a few minutes later and with s hand on his side arm he commanded that Herb cease hooking up and place his hands on the deck and spread his legs, he was under arrest for grievous bodily harm.
Hearing his excited sidekick reading Herb his rights the senior officer stopped talking to Kathy and came back to have a word with him.
The two of them then approached Herb again, this time there was no malice in him as the arresting officer apologized.
“Senior Constable Roberts has just outlined the facts to me Sir; I may have jumped the gun on this. May I have your statement now?”
“Certainly constable, those two shit heads were intending to abuse my niece so I rammed them off the road while they were pursuing her and when she was calmed down a bit I went over and broke the nose on one and stomped the balls of the other? Will that do?”
Trying to suppress a grin the senior asked, “Have you got that constable.”
“Yes Sir,” the younger man answered with a wry smile. “The HQ sedan ran out of control while trying to ram this terrified young lady off the road and violate her and the two occupants were injured as a result. Did I hear that accurately Sir?”
“Every word concise and clear and exactly what I heard constable. Write it up when we return to the station and I will witness it. Incidentally, has an ambulance been called yet? Perhaps it might be an idea to send for one, although protocol would suggest you read those scum their rights first. The charges will be attempted murder. Dangerous driving. Driving without due care and attention. Malicious damage to a tow truck by ramming him. Verbal assault. That should get them a ten spot each this time. We actually know this pair Mr. Kingsley and my Station Sargent will be extremely happy to get them locked up and off his patch, a nasty set of miscreants they are.”
As the younger officer produced a flask of tea and poured Kathy a cup Herb produced a hip flask of brandy.
“I call this, ‘a little dab will do ya’, Constable and I have never seen anything to match its medicinal properties when people are in shock. Would you mind if I splashed a dab into that cup before you take it to her.”
Turning his head and speaking to the bush the young policeman replied, “Contrary to popular misconception Mr. Kingsley I do not have eyes in the back of my head.” Then he stretched the arm holding the cup out towards Herb while still looking in the other direction.
When he took it forward the senior came over and smiling at Herb said, “There might just be hope for that young officer yet, what do you think mate?”
“Damned right mate,” Laughed Herb. “You jokers are alright in my book, here’s my card and if I can ever return this favor you have only to let me know. Here’s my hand, not something I recall offering a copper, er. Excuse me, a police officer, but hey, there’s a first time for everything, right?”
Laughing the two men shook hands as the ambulance arrived. Climbing into his truck Herb wished the men goodbye and set off for the city and home.
“Uncle Herb, can we stop for a moment?”
Kathy’s request broke Herb from his reverie about the two understanding policeman ad he pulled over and stopped.
Kathy scooched over on to his side of the cab and kissed him thoroughly on the mouth. Startled and thinking she was still in shock he placed his arms around her and rocked her as though she were still a child.
Sliding out her pert little tongue she slid it between his lips, with a tormented moan Herb opened his mouth and kissed her hard right back.
“Curly..” he mumbled.
“Herb, why is it that men really don’t know when to shut their mouths and when to just fuck?” Kathy interrupted.
Totally shocked Herb’s mouth dropped open. Then roaring with laughter he reached for the girl,
“Up until that last sentence you were just little Curly Top my mate’s kid. Now you are a lady who’s gonna be shown what’s what between a man and a woman.”
“Now ya talkin’ Herbie boy, but less yap and more do hey, the lady’s in need.”
Although Herb realized that this bravado was a reaction to the recent events, he also understood her raw need to be touched and loved and the images of those filthy men fucked right out of her mind and giving her a positive spin on the night’s outcome. As he reached for her again hungrily he metaphorically patted himself on the back for coming to her rescue himself and not sending one of his drivers.
Flipping her onto her knees on the spacious bench seat he ripped off her lacy nickers and spreading her cheeks sank his long wet tongue deep into her ripe pussy. Moaning with pent up desire she drove her pelvis back onto his tongue and ground it onto his chit. Gripping her upper thighs Herb pulled the writhing girl hard onto his mouth and nipped at her erect little clit with his front teeth.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOH FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..OH YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSS.” Kathy
screamed at the night in full voice as Herb bit and sucked and tongued out her sweet young pussy.
“Fuck me..FUCK ME… FUCK ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I need that cock in me right now Herb. Slam your hard dick into my cunt before I scream”
Crawling onto her Herb slid his pants down releasing his monster dick and mounting her like a stallion drove it full length into the writhing and bucking girl.
“FUCKKKKKKKKKKK..OH FUCK THAT HURTS!!!!!!!!!! Do it again.. harder.”
Withdrawing until only the thick head of his 10 inch rod was inside her Herb grabbed two hands full of the girls long hair and with his powerful thigh muscles drove into her again. And again
“FUCK..FUCK…OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….YESSSSSSSSSSS..LIKE THAT..DON’T STOP. …DEEPER..FUCK ME DEEPER AND MAKE ME SCREAM.”
The girl’s vocals were a mighty turn on for Herb. He drove and ground and rammed his massive organ into her sweet wet cunt repeatedly until his roars were matching her screams.
“YESSSSS RAM THAT SWEET CUNT ONTO MY ROD…FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSS…SHIT I’M GONNA CUMMMM”
“ME TOOOOOOOOOOO..FUCK ME FASTER…FUCK ME HARDER…OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS..I’M CUMMINGGGGGGGGGGGG SHEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.”
With their screams and moans echoing along the empty expressway they lost all control. Herb felt her internal muscles spasm and seize his cock as she orgasmed again and again, and he matched her by exploding a huge load of hot thick white cum all the way to her stomach. Kathy arched her back to take even more of his cock into her soaking wet pussy and as she felt him explode deep inside her she fountained stream after stream of love juice all over his massive shaft.
Driving one last time Herb collapsed onto her back and lay there as her bucking white ass writhed and rode him until she had drained every last drop from him, and her own stream was exhausted.
Keeping him inside she slid her knees back until she was lying on the seat with Herb’s reassuring body lying heavily on her back. Sighing with contentment the girl just lay there as the exhausted man recovered.
“Bloody hell. What train hit me?” Laughed Herb, withdrawing from her firm wet body.
