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Ben in Deep Shit
a Story by Varangian
Fall, 2006



"Plea bargain?  Nathan! I never touched that girl, even if I was the man
in her life."

"The prosecutor has offered a deal, Ben, which means they probably don't
have an iron-clad case.  Still, we're talking about twelve years."

"Twelve years!  Christ, I'd be forty-eight then!"

"It's better than twenty-five years in the slammer.  This case has
gotten a lot of publicity, and both the prosecutor and the likely judge
are up for reelection."

"So I should endure twelve years of slavery?  No way, Nate.  I'll take
my chance with the jury."

"That's not wise, Ben.  The jury won't be favorable, considering you're
the owner of a porno bookstore and video shop.  And how would you
explain that the girl is not a virgin, considering, as you said, you
were the man in her life?"

"You're the lawyer, Nate.  There's no evidence that I popped her."

"The girl said you did."

"To that bitch of her mother, or so the mother says.  It's just hearsay.
As you've told me, the girl hasn't said anything to the cops about me."

"Yeah, I know, but she's under huge pressure to nail you.  I expect
she'll crack before the trial."

"Nate!  I didn't do it!  If you don't believe me, maybe I should get
another lawyer."

"I don't believe you, Ben.  We've known each other for twenty years,
since high school, and you've always ogled little girls and remarked to
me about their thighs and titties, or lack thereof."

"It's an esthetic thing, Nate.  I love female bodies that are in the
process of development, but that doesn't mean I'd actually touch, much
less fuck one.  I'm a responsible person."

"The jury will see you as a pornographer.  That's not promising."

"The cops raided my house, Nate.  They took my computer.  They haven't
charged me with kiddie porn, because all my stuff was legal."

"It still won't go over well with the jury."

"You'd let the prosecution introduce evidence about my videos of
butt-fucking adults?"

"No, Ben, but the jury already knows.  It's been all over the papers."

"Let me tell you the real reason for this, Nate.  Gloria, the girl's
mother, has it in for me.  We saw each other for a couple of years, then
I took up with another woman.  Gloria is trying to get back at me.  It's
as simple as that!"

"I sorry, Ben, but you aren't convincing.  Your background and the
girl's testimony ..."

"Testimony!  The girl has said nothing about me to the authorities.
It's just her mother's word!"

"That counts for a lot, Ben, especially because she's a sober, Christian
woman.  The jury won't believe she'd lie about this."

"I'm being railroaded!  Can't you introduce into evidence the fact that
I've always preferred grown women with large tits and fleshy thighs?"

"How could I do that?"

"Maybe by mentioning the lack of kiddie porn."

"I don't think it would help, Ben, although I'll try it."

"Christ, Nathan, you've got to believe me!  I'm stuck here in jail on a
million dollar bail.  Do something!"

Nathan Edelstein remarked, "I think you should consider the plea
bargain, Ben."


* * *


"Just twelve years old!" the prosecutor exclaimed to the jury.  "The
poor kid has lost her innocent childhood!  I'll prove that Benjamin
Cordine robbed her of that in his calculated seduction of this naive
child."

After the prosecutor's opening remarks, Nathan rose from his chair and
stepped before the jury.

"You may find it improbable that the accused is innocent in this
affair," he said, "but we're dealing with tainted evidence.  Gloria
Prochink, the girl's mother, had an intimate relationship with the
accused for a period of two years, after which he left her for another
woman.  That is not an issue in this case, except that it points to
motive.  Ms. Prochink, as I shall demonstrate, is a bitter woman who is
in search of revenge on my client.  The girl in question has never
accused my client publicly, nor to the authorities.  The only charge has
been that of a scorned woman who is vindictive."

Nathan and Ben were pleased to observe a couple of male members of the
jury nodding in understanding.

During an ensuing recess the prosecutor came over to the defense table,
leaned down and whispered, "The plea bargain is moot.  The girl will
testify."

Nathan shot a glance at Ben, whose hands suddenly covered his face in
seeming despair.

The smirking prosecutor returned to his own table.

"You're fucked, Ben," Nathan said.  "You had a chance before, but I
don't know how I can save you now."

Ben leaned forward on the table, scowling.

"What did they do to the girl," he groused.  "They must have threatened
her in some way."

"What will she testify to, Ben?  I need to know."

"I never touched her, Nate, not in the way this is turning out.  I
cuddled her on occasion and sometimes kissed her sweet cheek.  I love
her, man!"

"But she's just a kid -- twelve."

"Is it a crime to love a child?  Gloria knew it and was jealous of her
own daughter.  But I can't understand why Tiffany would turn on me.
We're dealing with child abuse, Nate, but I'm not the culprit.  People
have threatened Tiffany somehow and terrorized her into saying things
that aren't true."

"We haven't yet heard the girl's testimony, Ben, but I think you should
put your affairs in order."

"Christ, man!  Aren't you going to fight for me?"

"I'll do my best, but if Tiffany testifies that you had sex with her,
it's all over."


* * *


The examination of witnesses began.

"Ms. Procaine," the prosecutor asked, "what exactly did your daughter
tell you?"

"She said that Ben drugged her then took off her clothes."

"Drugged her?"

"Yes!  She's just a little kid.  Why else would she undress for him?"

The prosecutor, caught unawares by the woman's anger, asked, "How did he
drug  her?"

"I don't know, but he must have.  My baby wouldn't have gotten naked
with him otherwise."

"Objection!" Nathan exclaimed, rising from his chair.  "That's her
opinion!"

"Agreed," the judge said.  "Jury is instructed to ignore this
testimony."

Nate and Ben breathed deeply in satisfaction.

Nathan rose for cross examination.  He paused before speaking.

"Ms. Prochink, I understand you conceived Tiffany out of wedlock."

"Objection!  Irrelevant."

"Sustained!  Mister Edelstein," the judge cautioned, "confine your
questions to relevant matters."

"Your honor, the purpose of my question was to establish that Ms.
Prochink is an accidental mother, that she has had a series of sexual
partners, of which my client was one."

"Okay, I'll permit it, but you're walking a tight line, Mr. Edelstein."

"Ms. Prochink," Nathan asked, turning to the witness, "do you know who
is the father of your child?"

"Objection!  Again irrelevant."

"Over ruled.  Answer the question, Ms. Prochink."

Gloria, a church going Christian, was obviously abashed.  She clasped
her hands tightly together.  "It was a long time ago."

"Twelve years ago," Nathan said.  "You're only twenty-seven.  Are you
telling us that that you can't remember who impregnated you at age
fourteen or fifteen?"

She twisted her hands.  "It could have been Rob or Timmy."

"Or maybe another boy?"

"You honor!  The defense is badgering the witness!"

"Agreed.  Mr. Edelstein, you've made your point."

"I understand, you honor, but will you permit a another question, a
pertinent one?"

"Within reason, Mr. Edelstein."

"Ms. Prochink," Nathan asked, "have you ever been betrayed by a lover
before Mr. Cordine?

Gloria toyed with her fingers then looked up at the man.  "All of them,
every one!  Ben was no different!"

"So, you experienced rejection on numerous occasions.  Was Ben the last
straw?   Did you decide to get even with him?"

"Objection!"

"Overruled."

"He raped my daughter!" Gloria cried.  "That's why I'm here."

"After drugging her, which she did not stipulate, except for your
prompting.  Did you also prompt her to testify against Mr. Cordine?"

"Objection!  No proper foundation."

"I'm finished with the witness, you honor."


* * *


"Your honor, the state calls Tiffany Prochink to the stand."

The girl stared at her mother in open mouth anxiety then rose to her
feet.  She wavered while proceeding to the witness stand, clutching a
stranger's shoulder along the aisle to steady herself.

She was tall for her age, five-two.  Breasts pushed at her blouse,
although not dramatically.  It appeared that she had outgrown her school
skirt over the winter and betrayed long, sleek thighs along with shapely
calves.

"She's so fuckable!" Ben exclaimed in an undertone.

"Christ, man!  She's just a child!" Nathan retorted.

"I know.  That's what kept me from doing her.  Tiffany is a kid who
still sucks her thumb.  But can't you agree that she's gorgeous?"

"You're sick, man."

"Have you been neutered?  You don't see it?  What does age have to do
with anything?  Tiffany is a fuckable female.  She's a delight!  Look at
those thighs!"

"She attractive, Ben, but still a child."

"God, Nate!  I wish I were guilty as charged.  In fact, I should have
done her.  She was willing."

"Willing?"

"Yeah, Tiffany is twelve going on eighteen.  She's played with boys, but
not all the way."

"You know that?"

"She's told me, not in so many words, but I think she's sucked cock."

"Christ!"

"Does it get us an advantage, Nate?"

"I can't question the child about her sexual experience, Ben.  The jury
would revolt!"

They watched as Tiffany gazed blankly at the courtroom, parting her legs
innocently.  A male member of the jury licked his lips.  The prosecutor
approached.

"Tiffany," he asked, "would you point out Mr. Cordine?"

Although she extended a finger, she bit her lower lip in obvious
concern.  It was an adorable, yet incriminating expression.

"Has Mr. Cordine ever touched you?" the prosecutor asked.

"Yeah," she answered in a little girl voice.  "We've snuggled."

"Snuggled?"

"He's held me."

"Against your will?"

"No, I liked it.  I felt small and warm in his arms.  He was like a
dad."

The prosecutor appeared to be somewhat upset, as though his chief
witness was not keeping to a script.

"But he's not your dad!  Didn't you feel that he was fondling you?"

"Objection!" declared Nathan.  "The prosecution is leading the witness."

"Sustained.  Must I remind both sides that we're dealing with a child?"

"I'm sorry, your honor," the prosecutor said, "but the witness has
proven unpredictable."

"Aren't all children?"

"That may be so, but we expected a different response.  May I proceed."

"Carry on."

"Tiffany," the man asked, hands clasped behind his back, "do you know
about sex?"

"Yes sir."

"How did you learn?"

"At school, mostly, listening to the older girls."

"What I mean, Tiffany, have you experienced sex physically?"

"Yeah, sure."

The girl, who seemed so innocent, despite her evident ripeness, squinted
somewhat and smiled shyly.

"Please tell the court about that."

"Do I have to?" she asked, squirming in her seat.

"Yes you do," the judge said, leaning his head toward her.

"About touching myself?"

"No, Tiffany," the prosecutor said quickly.  "We want to know if someone
else has touched you."

"On sleep-overs?"  The girl blushed.

The prosecutor turned away, took a few steps then faced her again.

"We're not interested in that, Tiffany.  Has a man ever touched you
inappropriately?

"Inappropriately?"

She darted a glance at her mother who sat in the front row of the
spectators' area.

"Forgive me, you honor," the prosecutor pleaded, "but I must reach this
child, perhaps in her own language."

The judge nodded.

"Tiffany, has a man ever touched you in a dirty way?"

"No, not dirty.  We did it in the shower."

Feminine gasps and male guffaws resounded.

"Order!"

"Who was this man?" the prosecutor quickly asked, leaning forward in a
threatening fashion.

Tiffany looked at her mom then stared at her fingers that entwined
nervously.

"Who?"

She hunched her left shoulder, gazed at Ben then bit her lip.

"Who was it, Tiffany?"

"Ben," she whispered.

"Speak up so the jury can hear."

"Ben!"

"When did this occur?"

"The day after my birthday."

"You had just turned twelve?"

"Yeah.  Ben said he had a special present for me."

"What did he do?"

The girl gazed pointedly at her mother, and her facial expression was
that of a person trying to remember.

"I went to his house after school.  I guess he undressed me then we went
to bed."

"You guess?"

That produced another panicky look at her mother.

"That's what happened.  I remember now.  He put his thing inside me and
it hurt."

At the defense table Ben had been busy consulting a small electronic
scheduler.

"She's not telling the truth, Nate," he whispered.  "I missed her
birthday, because I was in California.  I was in a Sacramento jail on a
DUI charge from a week before to a week after.  It's certainly easy to
prove."

"What's her birthday?"

"October 14."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, Nate.  Now go and tear her story apart."

Nathan took a quick look at his own pocket calendar before he rose for
the cross examination.

"Tiffany," he asked, smiling.  "Was your twelfth birthday important to
you?  Was it something special?"

"Oh yes, sir."

"So you would remember if Mr. Cordine gave you a present."

She nodded.

"Please, speak up."

"Yes.  He didn't give me one, because he wasn't at the party, but he
promised me one the next day."

"At his house?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, Tiffany there is irrefutable evidence that Mr. Cordine was out of
town on the day in question, October fifteenth."

The girl looked flustered and stared at her mother.

"Maybe it was the day after that," she said.

"And you say you went to his house after school?"

"Yes, sir.  I get out at three and mom isn't home until almost six."

"But Tiffany, the day after your birthday was a Friday.  You wouldn't
have been at school the next day, a Saturday."

Tiffany appeared to be on the verge of tears.  She leaned forward to
stare at her mother.

"Did your mother put you up to this, Tiffany?  Did she instruct you,
tell you what to say."

The girl then began to sob.

The judge said, "Perhaps we should have a recess, councilor."

"No need, your honor.  I have no further questions."


* * *


Ben and Nathan occupied a booth in a bar across from the courthouse.
They were on their second drinks.

"Going in, Ben, I thought you were guilty as charged, considering your
penchant for young girls."

"Tiffany is young chronologically, but like I said, she's twelve going
on eighteen.  She's psychologically ready for an active sex life, even
though the law says otherwise."

"She didn't strike me as being especially sophisticated, Ben.  She blew
the entire case -- her mother's case.  She became so rattled and
improbable in her testimony that I'm surprised the jury took as long as
an hour to find you innocent."

"She was upset by what her mother had forced her to do.  I know the kid,
Nate, and she's one sharp cookie."

"I wonder if her mother knows who actually popped her cherry."

"I doubt she really cares, Nate.  She just used her daughter to seek
revenge for her sorry experiences with guys.  I was the unfortunate
patsy.  There should be a law against that sort of behavior."

"Do you want to sue, Ben?  I think you have a good case."

"She has nothing, and besides I wouldn't want to put an economic squeeze
on Tiffany's mom.  The girl has a hard enough time as it is."

"As you wish, Ben.  I have to leave now to pick up my son at day care.
Keep in touch."

Nathan rose, then paused and leaned down with both palms on the table.

"I must admit, Ben, young Tiffany has exciting legs."

"Yeah, I know.  I somehow wish that I had actually been guilty.  I
suspect that she's a great fuck.  It's a shame she's wasting herself on
pimply-faced boys."


* * *


Ben returned to his porno shop, a large sex emporium, to learn that his
employees had matters well in hand.  He ascended the stairs to his
office, and just after entering it his cell phone chimed.  It was
Tiffany.

"We did it!" she squealed.

"Baby, what a great actress you are!  You fooled everybody!"

"It was smart that we worked this out beforehand, in case Mom ever found
out."

"And she did, baby.  How's she taking it?"

"She's really pissed.  She thinks we tricked her.  She's half way
through a bottle of vodka."

"Wait until she passes out then come to my house.  I have another
special present for you."

"Oh, yeah!"

"Make sure you come through the alley to the back door."

"Huh!  You think I'd forget?"


END
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