Message-ID: <44371asstr$1063969806@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Originating-Email: [extar@hotmail.com] From: "The Star" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 19 Sep 2003 02:41:15.0703 (UTC) FILETIME=[7F271C70:01C37E57] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2003 02:41:15 +0000 Subject: {ASSM} Hanna - Chapter 2 Date: Fri, 19 Sep 2003 07:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar _________________________________________________________________ Get a FREE computer virus scan online from McAfee. http://clinic.mcafee.com/clinic/ibuy/campaign.asp?cid=3963 <1st attachment, "Hanna Chapter 2.txt" begin> Hanna - Chapter 2 Love Fulfilled Even though she was home, the doctors insisted that Hanna remain on oxygen. She didn't mind that, though she insisted she didn't need it. She hated it when the therapists put her on pressure breathing, though. They said it was necessary to get her damaged left lung functional. Three weeks after Dick Pritchard opened fire in the high school cafeteria, two students were dead and six others injured. A couple had been critical but were now out of danger. The most serious was Hanna. Her damaged lung kept filling with fluid and just wasn't learning to breathe properly. She was in pain--more from the emergency operation that saved her life than from the wound itself--and a lot of discomfort from the therapy sessions she had to undergo three times a day. I wanted to hold her in my arms and comfort her until the pain disappeared. That wasn't possible. Her ribs couldn't stand any pressure, where they were healing from being opened up during her operation... The lack of that physical contact was even more of a frustration to her than to me. Once, when we were alone, she'd pulled her gown up to show me her `zipper'. It was an ugly purple line running from below her left breast to her naval and up between her breasts, with knotted black thread holding it together. "Can you stand making love to me, with that ugly thing on me?" she asked. "Golly, Hanna! I can stand making love to you as long as they don't put a gorilla's head on you--I don't think I could kiss a mouth with fangs." That got her giggling. Which made her hit me. Giggles hurt. "Bastard! I love you for it, though... Come here and kiss me!" I did, but couldn't hold her. It was a real frustration. I did pet the breasts that were bared when she showed me her incision, though. That made Hanna as frustrated as I was. After another week, she was allowed to return to school. Her ribs were heavily taped and she couldn't breathe very well. Those bones had to heal and it wouldn't happen overnight. Our classmates welcomed her back and showed real concern for her, the first few days. That improved her morale greatly. My constant care and attention helped too, she said. Every evening, I went right to her house from football practice, usually staying for supper and helping her with homework. We couldn't sleep together--she was still too fragile and her sleep was erratic. Hanna said she needed to sleep when she could and not worry about a 230-pound, horny lover. Saturday, after the football game--we won and I had a good game, though my head wasn't in it--I stopped to see Hanna on the way home. With a big smile, she said, "Come with me. I have something to show you." Curious, I followed her to her room, where she latched the door, then dropped her robe, revealing that glorious body--now without the bindings about the ribs and no stitches on the incision. "That's really spectacular, baby," I said. "But aren't your ribs still only half-healed?" "Yeah. So you can't hug me..." She grinned. "But I can get on TOP! That thing wasn't hurt at all." It took a couple of seconds for what she said to register. Then it took another couple of seconds for me to get naked. I'd have done it faster, but she was trying to push me down on the bed while I was trying to untie my shoes and kick them off, so I could shuck my trousers and shorts. In no time, I was on my back on her bed, sucked up into her hot, wet core. I frantically scrambled to grab a couple of pillows to brace my head, so I could suck on her nipples, and fondle those incredible D-cup boobs. I was just getting into the swing of it when Hanna arched and screamed, her pussy vibrating against me, before she collapsed atop me. Remembering at the last second, I didn't hug her, but rather stroked her gently, as she caught her breath. Some time later, she raised her head and grinned at me. "Damn, I needed that!" "Me, too, baby," I responded fervently. She discovered that I was still hard, inside her. "My poor honey didn't get off? Well, I'm sure we can do something about that." With a little clasping of internal muscles, a little undulation of her torso, and some gentle abrasion of my chest with her hard nipples, she soon had me gasping, then blowing my load into her greedy womb. It was her sixteenth birthday. - - * * * * * - - The Pritchards had been whining on TV about how they didn't know what had come over their son. He was normally such a nice boy. He had been very depressed by being dumped by his girlfriend, Hanna. It must have been something she did to him... Those who knew them, knew better. Mr. Pritchard had made a bundle as a contractor with a shady reputation. He was considered completely unscrupulous--and a skirt-chaser besides. Mrs. Pritchard was a very attractive woman, but shared her husband's reputation: Smart, sexy, amoral, and without class. We buried our two classmates. I attended both funerals. At both, I noted that prayers were offered for the speedy recovery of those who were wounded in the shooting. When I told Hanna, she was grateful. The Pritchards went to the first funeral, but left before the service started. They were very obviously not welcome. When they left the church, I'm told they discovered someone had scratched up their new Lexus with a nail or key. I never learned who did it, but no one ever shed a tear over the Pritchards, either. At school, most everybody knew Hanna had only gone out with Dick three times, including the disastrous final date. She was NOT his `girlfriend'. And the notion that Hanna was somehow `responsible' for the shootings was repugnant to everybody, except those who went into uncontrollable laughter at the concept. Pritchard was a selfish bully, who never picked a fight with anyone who might stand up to him. Hanna was a serious mistake on his part. Every kid in school knew that. During the week after Hanna's birthday, the detective, Sergeant Jones, came to interview us both. He brought along a Deputy District Attorney, Paul Fleischer. Hanna and I went over our stories with them in detail. They also wanted all the detail they could get about Hanna's relationship with Dick--which she provided without holding anything back. The Deputy DA said that he'd be the prosecutor at Dick's trial and that they would be trying him as an adult, for aggravated murder. At that point, they were leaning toward asking for the death penalty. He wanted to know all he could about Hanna's involvement, in order to avoid surprises. "Frankly, from the way the shooting went down, I think, Hanna, that you and Gary were his primary targets. Had you been in the cafeteria when he first came in, I think you'd be dead now... I also suspect, from the statements the Pritchards are making, that they will try to shift the blame to you, to get Dick off." "That's silly!" Hanna exploded. "Yeah. It is. And I'll use your wounds as a primary argument against it. But who knows what a jury might do?" "Is there anything we can do?" "Well... Can we have your parents join us?" Hanna opened the door and asked her folks, who were in the next room, to come in. "This is just something you might want to consider. I'm not offering legal advice, or saying you should do this. OK?" Everybody nodded. "Do you have a lawyer of your own that you trust? A really good, aggressive man?" Hanna's dad said, "Not who's done any work for me. But I have a good friend who fits. You know Roger Todd?" "Yeah. He'd be perfect... My thought is that if Hanna, and perhaps some of the other injured students, were to sue Dick for assault and battery--and the parents of the two who were killed sue for wrongful death--it would kick the props out from under him." "But don't criminal trials take priority? It would be years before those suits could be heard." "True," Fleischer said. "But don't you think the press would report that they'd been filed? Any prospective juror would know that." Starting to see his strategy, we all smiled. I had an idea of my own, too. "Mr. O'Malley?" I said. "Couldn't you have Mr. Todd monitor what the Pritchards are saying? If they get out of line, we could sue them for slander, too." Hanna's dad, Aiden, agreed, "I never liked Pritchard. Arrogant and slimy. Good idea, Gary. We'll do it. Would you like to go with me to see Todd?" My eyes widened. "Sure. If I'd be a help." "Oh, yes. You would." Football season ended. We hadn't made the playoffs, but I was confident about next year--most of our starters would be back, a year older and bigger. I went with Hanna's dad to meet his lawyer friend. I didn't have anything to sue Dick over, personally, but might soon if Dick's parents stepped over the line in what they said about me. Hanna and I were sleeping together again and our lives were settling down to the routine of school, homework, family... - - + + + + + - - Thanksgiving was two days off when Hanna surprised me. No. She shocked me. After we'd made love--on my bed, since we were spending the night at my house (I needed my own computer for my homework.): "Gary? We really love each other, right?" "Yeah." I grinned at her. "At least, I don't know what I'd do without you." "I'm afraid we're going to test that." "Huh?" was my brilliant reply. "Gary... We're going to have a baby." "Sure. I'm looking forward to it." "No, dummy. We're going to have a baby in a few months!" "What? How? I mean, you've been on the pill, and everything...?" "How? Remember when I seduced you on my birthday?" I grinned. "How could I forget? I think you made me come three times!" "Yeah." She grinned, too. It was a good memory for both of us. "I did too. The only problem was, I wasn't protected. They didn't give me my daily pill in the hospital, for the two weeks. Apparently I was fertile as a turtle for about a month as a result. Whatever... Anyway, my love, I'm pregnant. So, what do you want to do?" My mind was in shock. It wasn't racing--it was darting into corners and colliding with walls. I heard myself say, "What do YOU want to do?" She smiled. "I hadn't wanted this so soon. I know the problems I've caused. But I really don't want to abort this baby." I gathered her in my arms. "I don't want you to abort our child either, Hanna. And I think we've both caused any problems we face. My preference would be to get married right now. But you have to be a year older in this state--pregnant or not." She kissed me, hard, at that. "Thank you... Gary, I love you so much!" "Hanna, we have to talk to our parents--right now. Maybe they'll have some ideas. Anyway, we owe it to them to talk to them about it." "I was going to talk to Mom tomorrow. I needed to talk to you, first, dummy!" Ignoring the fist in my ribs, I just kissed her. "How about, we get Mom to invite your folks to dinner?" I suggested. "Then we can talk to all four of them at once and nobody will feel left out." That's what we did. When dessert was served, I said, "Well, everybody, I have good news and I have bad news. Which do you want first?" There was a small babble, but no consensus. "The good news is, we're going to have a baby. The bad news is, Hanna's pregnant. We're not thrilled, but we're not torn up about it, either. You know we want children. We would rather have waited. To answer the `how' before you ask; it seems the hospital didn't keep her on the pill while they had her. That created a fertile period no one told us about... Anyhow, we'd like your thoughts about what we should do now." My brothers had sense enough to keep their nasty little mouths shut. So did Hanna's sister. Mom asked, just for the record, "Have you considered abortion?" "Yeah. We don't believe in that and would only do it if we were convinced the baby would be severely deformed or retarded--or Hanna's health was endangered." "OK. I wanted that out of the way," Mom said. "What would you kids prefer?" "Mom," I said, as Hanna grasped my hand on the table, where no one could miss it, "what we want more than anything is to get married and give our child as solid a family as you've given us." "You understand," Aiden said, "that this makes everything a lot harder for you. Gary, you still have a year of high school, then college. Hanna has a year more than that." "Yes, sir. We understand that only too well. We'd have preferred to wait. The choice has been taken from us. Yes, technically, we violated the rules we agreed to. But it was done innocently. We just didn't realize... Well. It's done. We'll just have this little guy a few years early. We won't love him any less." My dad said, "You can get married, you know. The age of consent in a state nearby is 16. You could marry there." I looked at Hanna. The expression of joy on her face was all the answer I needed. "Will you all come with us? We'd really like you there." Both sets of parents grinned and nodded. In the end, we drove to the neighboring state and were married in a civil ceremony at the courthouse. A week later, we were married in our church, with white gown and the whole bit. That marriage certificate was from the church, not the state. Mr. Todd, when asked, said that we could register both the marriage certificate from the other state and the one from our church with the County Clerk. That would make our marriage binding in our own state, even though Hanna `wasn't old enough' to be legally married here. We didn't care. We were together and our baby would be legitimate. Another great result was that Hanna treated me to TWO spectacular wedding nights! - - + + + + + - - The Pritchards stepped over the line. On national TV, they said that I was a brutish lout, who had savagely tortured their poor baby when he was clearly unable to harm anyone. Mr. Todd immediately sued them for libel and slander. I had developed a good rapport with the University of Oregon's football coach. He said that, barring something really strange that he couldn't imagine, he'd offer me a `full ride' to play football for him. Since that's where I really wanted to go and I respected him and liked the way he treated his players (90% graduate!), I told him that, barring something really strange that I couldn't imagine, I'd play for him. So it wasn't hard for Mr. Todd to get a statement from the coach saying how much the Pritchards' remarks about me could hurt me in the college scholarship sweepstakes. A `full ride' at an elite university could easily amount to over a quarter million dollars. Add punitive damages... Then, during `discovery' in Hanna's suit, Mr. Todd learned that the Pritchards, as a tax dodge, had put the majority of their assets in Dick's name. He immediately obtained an injunction, preventing those assets from being transferred. And he managed to get the court to order that the assets could not be used for lawyers' fees for Dick's defense in the criminal trial until the civil suits against him were finished and the judgments, if any, satisfied. (That decree was eventually appealed clear to the US Supreme Court, which refused to hear the appeal.) Suddenly, the Pritchards were very quiet. They refused interview requests and did not appear at any of their usual social hangouts. They stopped going to the country club, or eating out at the couple of good restaurants in town. Basically, they stayed home and stayed quiet. There was a brief flurry of publicity when Dick's defense lawyer tried to resign from the case. He stated that his client refused to accept his advice and demanded a long list of expensive legal and investigative services that he had no ability to pay for. (The lawyer knew that Dick's assets were beyond his reach and wanted him to just plead `guilty' and throw himself on the mercy of the court. Dick had watched the O.J. Simpson trial and knew that one could get out of most anything. The difference was, O.J. had money--Dick didn't.) The court refused to let the lawyer withdraw, but ruled that he was not required to `front' expenses for his client. `Insanity' defenses were quickly ruled out. Psychiatrists who interviewed Dick stated that he was completely sane, within the legal definition, and had coldly planned what he did. He was governed by rage, as a result of humiliation of an ego never tempered by shame or morality. They further stated that Hanna and I were his primary targets--everybody else at the school who had witnessed his humiliation was just fodder for his rage. The DA pressed for a speedy trial and announced that the state would seek the death penalty. Dick's lawyer said he'd plead guilty in exchange for life. The DA laughed. "If ever there was a case that fit our death penalty statutes, this one is it. We will vigorously try this case and prove that Dick Pritchard killed his schoolmates with malice aforethought. And we will prove, in the penalty phase, that he planned the whole thing and intended to kill two specific schoolmates, plus as many others as he could. This young man, by his actions and attitude, has proven himself unfit to live." After that announcement, the DA wouldn't return Dick's lawyer's calls, referring them all to his trial deputy, Paul Fleischer. Paul told the lawyer, "I'm all you're going to get, Bob, going over my head won't happen. We're not bending an inch on this one. No deals. I'm going to see that little animal fry." With little hope of getting paid and a client he came to loathe, the lawyer didn't spend much time on the case. Dick refused to plead guilty, unless the death penalty was no longer an issue. All the lawyer was willing to do was to drag things out as much as he could. - - + + + + + - - The first of July, our son was born. We named him Jason and thought he was beautiful. Hanna's magnificent body handled the birth process without flaw. Jason was a quick and relatively easy delivery. I'll always be grateful to my dad. He had the old chicken coop in our back yard made into a cottage for us. The structure was old, but solid. After thorough cleaning, it was insulated and sheet-rocked. Modern flooring, wiring, heating and plumbing were installed. It was no longer a converted chicken coop, but a comfortable home. We lived there happily, when we weren't away at school. Our love life was more vigorous than ever. Having our own baby was a tremendous turn-on for both of us. I still grin when I think of that time. During her pregnancy, Hanna and I took up running, as something we could do together to maintain conditioning. We ran together until her seventh month. Then we walked at least five miles a day, before I took off on a solo run. When school started, we tucked into it. I was busy with football and we both had a lot of homework. Of course, neither of us wasted any time worrying about dates or getting laid. We got laid every night--and spent our time on essentials. Playtime was reserved for Jason, who was fast becoming a cheerful, mellow kid. Our high school didn't have its own day care facility, like many big city schools do. But it had an arrangement with a good day school a couple blocks away. As soon as he was old enough, we enrolled Jason there. He thrived. So did we. We had one `preseason' game, which we won in a blowout, and three league games that we won handily, when the coach at Oregon called me. "Gary, this is Coach Ullrich." "Hi, Coach. Looks like the Ducks're having a good year. Congratulations." "Thanks, Gary. We'll do OK. Look. I called to see if you're still interested in us." "Coach, if you give me a `full ride' and treat me fair, like we discussed when you visited, I'm yours." "I'm saddened that you added that about treating you fair--but I understand why you did, with the recent news about how scholarship athletes are treated at a couple of my big competitors. I'm offering a full ride with a guarantee that your scholarship will continue if you are injured. Of course, if you could qualify for an academic scholarship, I'd be happy, too." "Done, coach. Send me the paper." "Great, Gary. Welcome." Hanna and I had discussed this in detail and we'd gone over it with dad. We all agreed. As long as I was getting a full ride, I wasn't worried about starting, or playing time. I knew Coach would be fair, but would put the team first. I just wanted the opportunity to get a good education. When the paper arrived, the offer was for a four-year scholarship, including room, board, tuition, books and incidentals. Provision was made for married housing and there was a specific clause that, if I couldn't play because I was injured, I would not lose the scholarship. Two weeks before `letter of intent day', I signed. As I expected, we made the state playoffs. I had a great year. At six feet, four inches and two hundred thirty-five pounds, I was one of the larger high school football players. An end, I was really tough on high school defensive backs, since I had the size to run right over most of them. I won't bore you with my statistics. Sufficient to say that they were impressive and I had offers from a lot of other schools, before I accepted Coach Ullrich's. My senior year in high school was fun. Sure I was out of the `dating scene'. But I had a wife I adored and a son who lit up my world. Hanna and I participated in most of the social activities and events our classmates did. We even went to the prom. It was great. In fact, we felt we had more fun, since we didn't have to deal with the tensions most of our friends had. ("Will she put out?" "Will he try to go all the way, or can I get by with just giving him a blowjob?") To make it even better, Hanna really understands football and enjoys the game. It's not just that I'm in it, either. She's a knowledgeable fan. That winter, we resumed running together and took up tennis as a way to stay in shape indoors out of the rain, a break from constant running. Come spring, Hanna insisted, and we both went out for track. "After all, Gary, Oregon has one of the best track programs in the country. Maybe we'll find something there, too. And I'd rather run in competition than just pound the pavement for exercise--even though you make that fun." I found myself running middle distances and intermediate hurdles. I got pretty good with the shot put and discus, too. Hanna ran middle distances too, but she found her niche in the jumping events. "I'd have thought I'd be too big, too heavy for high jump and pole vault...boobs and all... But my heights are better than any other girl in the state right now. And it's fun!" She giggled. "Aren't you glad you thought of track, to keep in shape?" I sputtered. The whole thing was her idea... "Oh, chill out, Gary," she growled, whacking my arm--though a tiny grin ruined the effect. "Of course it was your idea. You don't think I'd get us into something like this?" I sputtered some more and she put Jason in my lap. "Here. Hold him a bit until he goes to sleep. OK?" What's a guy to do? I turned on a baseball game and my son and I went to sleep listening to Joe Morgan explaining the nuances of hitting a hard slider. Near the end of the school year, to my considerable surprise, I set a new high school state record for discus and had the best distance for the year with the shot. Needless to say, the track coach at the university came to see us. "I know you're committed to football, Gary. But, if I square it with Coach Ullrich, would you consider throwing the discus, rather than spring football?" "Sure. I like discus. But only if Coach Ullrich agrees. He's been very straight with me and I gave my word." "And I expect you'll keep it, Gary," the coach replied. "Now, Hanna...would you consider our track program too?" Hanna grinned. "Sure, coach, if it will get me a scholarship. You need to know that I might need a year off somewhere in there, though. We're likely to decide to have another baby before I finish college." He grinned back and held out his hand. "Done. If you get best in state in either jumping event, I'll get you a full ride and child care, too." I was chuckling. "I already got child care." "Well, I'm sure Coach Ullrich won't mind splitting the cost... Hanna, are you coming with Gary in the fall? You'll finish high school near the university?" "You bet! I'm not letting this hunk out of my sight for more than a few hours at a time." "Good. I'd like our jumping coach to work with you a little. The track coach at our high school doesn't have any problem with us helping some of his people." We all grinned. By graduation, I was ready for it. I'd won a couple of small scholarships for academics and a couple of honors for football and track. Of course, they were all announced at graduation and I had to stand and wave at everybody when they applauded. I just wanted to get on with it. High school had been fun and I'd even managed to learn a little. But I couldn't wait for the new challenges of college. - - + + + + + - - Our primary agenda was to locate a place to live for the next four or five years. We spent several days on and around the campus. I finally wised up and asked Coach Ullrich for help. He grinned and said, "Talk to Coach Jones. He's our expert." Coach Jones was the Special Teams coach, but finding athletes a place to live was part of his job, too. He soon arranged for us to tour the newest married student apartments on the campus. They were very nice, but I'd been told that they had a three-year waiting list. "Not for a couple where you both will be on full rides," he said. "Will a two-bedroom unit be enough, or will you need three?" Hanna laughed. "We better have three. We expect visitors and may make a sister for Jason before we graduate." Before the day was done, we arranged for a three-bedroom apartment, beginning the week before football practice began. Then we had to contend with Dick's trial. ~ ~ * * * * * ~ ~ The Deputy DA, Paul Fleischer, met with us again, to go over our story one more time. He discussed in detail what we could expect. He told us we should expect the defense to try to attack us, even to smear us, personally. We discussed what our answers would be to the expected and unexpected questions, and how we would respond in various situations. From the moment jury selection started, it was obvious that the defense strategy was to constantly attack any and every target of opportunity. The entire student body of the high school and its staff were to be painted as vindictive enemies, trying to hurt poor Dick in any way they could. Stated flatly, it was ludicrous. But the way the defense lawyer worked it, it almost made a twisted kind of sense. Insanity had been ruled out as a defense, but placing the blame elsewhere might make that crucial difference--especially when the jurors were voting on the sentencing phase. In the prosecution's portion of the trial, the evidence that Dick had committed the crimes, and the psychiatric testimony that he had planned his assault carefully and in cold blood, all came out. There wasn't really too much the defense could challenge, though they tried. I was called, to tell how I'd seen what was happening and tackled Dick as he was shooting his pistol--with another stuck in his belt. The DA asked if I hadn't hit him too often, once he was down. "No, Sir. He was still fighting me strongly. And he had another weapon in his belt. I needed to make sure that he couldn't hurt anybody else. That was all I was trying to do. And I didn't do it very well, I'm sad to say. He was able to shoot Hanna after I tackled him." "By `Hanna', you're referring to Hanna O'Malley Rogers, your wife?" "Yes, sir. But we weren't married then." The defense lawyer tried to confuse me and make me admit that I'd abused Dick after he was down. "Sir, maybe, if I was a trained ninja, or Green Beret or something, I'd have been able to control him with less effort. I'm a high school kid. This guy was killing my schoolmates. I did what I could to make him stop--and to make sure he'd stay stopped." "So you wanted to kill him?" "No sir. I wanted to make sure he couldn't shoot anyone else. That's all. I wanted him to stop." "Three others dragged you off of him. They felt you were beating him to a pulp." "I felt he was still fighting to throw me off, so he could shoot some more. I think it's a case of honest difference of opinion, based on perspective, sir." That comment made more of an impression on the jury than I could have imagined. The defense lawyer continued, "What would be your reply, if someone said you were trying to pound Dick to a pulp long after he was unconscious?" "I'd say that they were mistaken. I'm disciplined on the football field, and know how to let cheap shots and trash talk roll off my back. Dick was still trying to fight me when my friends dragged me off him. I screamed at them to take his other pistol away before he could use it, since they were holding me so I couldn't get to him. And remember: It was AFTER I tackled him that Hanna was shot." "And that's why you were beating him--he shot the girl you stole from him?" "Sir... That presupposes two things..." The DA was on his feet. "Objection! The question assumes facts not in evidence." The judge thought about it for a moment, then said, "You have a point counselor, but I think the answer to the question would save us all some time." Then to me, "You may answer the question." "Sir, as I said, that presupposes two things. First that I knew he'd shot Hanna. I didn't know that until it was all over and I saw her slumped over in the doorway. I was the first to see that she'd been hurt and the first to go to her--AFTER a couple of other guys had control of Dick. "Second, Hanna and I have been each other's best friend since we were five or so... "It was later that our long-standing and very close friendship ripened into love, followed by marriage. I didn't `steal' Hanna from Dick or anybody else. She chose me freely, as I chose her... I can say that, had Dick not tried to rape her, she might still be dating him. Though I can't really speak for Hanna on that. Knowing Dick, he'd have screwed it up sooner or later." The defense lawyer pounced on that, but couldn't make any headway with me. A day later, the prosecution rested and the defense had its turn. Hanna was called as a witness and immediately designated a `hostile witness'. Asked if she hadn't humiliated Dick, privately and publicly, Hanna answered the `yes' that was all she was allowed to say. But on cross-examination, she was able to bring out that Dick had not only tried to humiliate her by raping her--in her opinion the ultimate humiliation for a woman--he'd attempted to compound that by spreading nasty, untrue rumors about her at school. She'd responded using the only non-violent weapon she had--the truth as she knew it, presented in a way that would make Dick look like the weasel he was. Then the defense questioned whether Jason might not really be Dick's son. After the judge let her answer the question, over vehement prosecution objections, Hanna said, in a deadly calm voice between gritted teeth, "If I thought there was even the slightest possibility that my son shared Pritchard's genes, I'd have aborted him as soon as I knew I was pregnant! The very idea makes me nauseous! If it will resolve any issues, my son and I will undergo DNA testing. And I think my husband would, too. For the record, my son was conceived on my sixteenth birthday--by my husband. Pritchard was in jail at the time--which I think can be verified." It took two more days, but Dick's goose was cooked. The jury returned a verdict of `guilty' on all the felony counts. The sentencing phase was more interesting, in a strange way. The defense tried to show that, when he murdered and injured his schoolmates, Dick was reacting the only way he could to Hanna's heartless humiliation. The prosecution countered with the psychiatric reports and pounded on the facts that Dick had instigated everything and that, were his arguments to prevail, no one would be safe from the animals in society. The jury agreed. The sentence was `death'. Three times. The judge directed that Dick be transported to the state prison, there to be executed by lethal injection. The sentence would be carried out within sixty days of the mandatory review by the state supreme court. When the sentence was announced, Dick's parents looked daggers at Hanna and me. It was like they were blaming us, personally, for Dick's predicament. Hanna and I were just glad it was over. We'd only been in court when we had to testify and when the sentence was announced. (The jury only spent a half-hour deliberating the sentence. They apparently had their minds made up long before.) - - + + + + + - - We got ready to move to our new apartment and tried to stay in shape. I was not looking forward to the two-a-days I'd be facing when football practice started. I told Coach Ullrich I wouldn't feel put upon if he `red-shirted' me for a season. If I graduated with Hanna, that was OK. With a warm smile, he said, "You know, I've been coaching for thirty years. This is the first time I've had a player not complain bitterly when I red-shirted him. Thanks, Gary. Let's see how practice goes. I may need you right away. If not, I'll hold you out this year. We'll see, OK?" Since it was my idea, I could only agree. I was red-shirted as a freshman. The university's team was mostly sophomores and juniors and wasn't expected to make it to any bowl games that year. Saving me for a year, when the entire team would be better, made sense. <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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