CLOSED FOR JUSHORNY
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“Has the jury reached a verdict?” The judge said in a firm voice.
“We have your honor.”
The jury foreman was actually a cougar. A really good looking woman in her 40’s, at least that’s what Derrick Duval thought as he sat at the defendants table.
Derrick was 20 years old and came from a very well to do family. His father was a union boss and had many political contacts. But none of them were able to stop the wheels of justice from grinding up Derrick.
Not that Derrick cared or anything.
He had chosen to be a gangbanger. He had always got away with all the bad things he had ever done, so when he decided to get beat into the 317 Boyz gang, he only thought of the fun it would be.
The fun and excitement was his only reason for joining the gang. He didn’t need protection or any sort of social group. He just liked doing whatever he wanted…to whoever he wanted.
He had robbed at gun point. There was the tourist who had cried and pissed himself when Derrick stuck the gun in his face. Derrick had laughed at the man’s suffering.
Derrick and his boys had beaten another kid so bad he was in the hospital for a month.
Derrick had always got away with his crimes, so he had no reason to believe that raping the 19 year old college girl at the party would be any different.
Derrick just had not figured in the girl’s father. The man was a lunatic as far as Derrick was concerned. He had hunted Derrick down and caught him in the park. The fuck had pulled a pistol and was about a pound of trigger pull away from killing Derrick when his daughter, Derrick’s victim had begged for Derrick’s life.
He had done the county lock up time. He knew to put on his gangbanger front. The other inmates would not mess with him.
The trial had gone good until the victim testified. That sunk Derrick. But his lawyer felt that even if he was found guilty, the judge would only give him a few months in lock up, nothing he could not handle. Besides, this would build his street cred to new heights.
“Madame Clerk, please read the verdict into the record.” The judge said
“We jury, in the above, entitled action, do find the defendant, Derrick Steven Duval, guilty of the crime of Criminal Sexual Conduct in the first degree.”
Derrick chuckled. Yeah…right…now let me go ahead and start my 6 months in county lock up, Derrick thought. He turned and flashed some gang signs to his homies in the audience. Then he saw the victim’s father staring at him. The man was looking at Derrick like he was a laboratory experiment or something.
“The defendant will please rise.” The judge commanded
Derrick’s lawyer objected and requested some time before sentencing. The judge overruled him.
“Young man, it is clear by your actions in my courtroom that you still have no remorse for the crime you committed. For your entire life your parents have come to your rescue. This was to your detriment, in my opinion. So I am now going to sentence you to 10 years in the state penitentiary. It is my wish for you to grow up while serving your time and come out on the other side a more mature and productive citizen. The defendant is remanded to the department of corrections for assignment. The proceedings are adjourned.” The judge got up and walked out.
WHAT???? The state prison?? The gangbanger, tough guy persona fled Derrick at high speed.
“What does that mean?” Derrick asked his attorney.
“Derrick, don’t worry. I will appeal the sentence. Now go with the deputies.”
Derrick saw his mother and father weeping in the first row.
Suddenly, the enforcer for the 317 Boyz street gang felt like he might cry also.
That was 1 week ago.
Now still sitting in county lock up awaiting assignment to a prison, Derrick waited like a condemned man.
The department of corrections representative said that he felt that Derrick was not a special case and assigned him to Oak River Correctional Center. All the other inmates had told him it was the worst of the worst. Only hard core criminals were sent to that maximum security institution.
Eventually he turned in his county issue bedding but kept the orange jump suit and flip flops.
He along with 4 other inmates boarded the bus for the 3 hour bus ride to Oak River.
Derrick noticed he was the youngest guy on the bus. He was 20 years old. The others had to be in their 30’s and 40’s.
The prison was built of dark gray brick and sat on the banks of a river with black water.
The inmates were led into a room and ordered to strip. Once naked, the inmates were checked and inspected for contra band.
“Gentlemen, please turn around, spread your feet shoulder width apart, and using both hands, spread your ass cheeks apart.” The correctional officer ordered.
Derrick again felt like crying and begging for his mom.
Derrick turned and bent over. Then slowly…reluctantly, Derrick Duval, convicted of rape, opened his ass so they could see.
Character appearance: http://modelmayhm-9.vo.llnwd.net/d1/photos/101104/17/4cd35246bf4a4.jpg
“Has the jury reached a verdict?” The judge said in a firm voice.
“We have your honor.”
The jury foreman was actually a cougar. A really good looking woman in her 40’s, at least that’s what Derrick Duval thought as he sat at the defendants table.
Derrick was 20 years old and came from a very well to do family. His father was a union boss and had many political contacts. But none of them were able to stop the wheels of justice from grinding up Derrick.
Not that Derrick cared or anything.
He had chosen to be a gangbanger. He had always got away with all the bad things he had ever done, so when he decided to get beat into the 317 Boyz gang, he only thought of the fun it would be.
The fun and excitement was his only reason for joining the gang. He didn’t need protection or any sort of social group. He just liked doing whatever he wanted…to whoever he wanted.
He had robbed at gun point. There was the tourist who had cried and pissed himself when Derrick stuck the gun in his face. Derrick had laughed at the man’s suffering.
Derrick and his boys had beaten another kid so bad he was in the hospital for a month.
Derrick had always got away with his crimes, so he had no reason to believe that raping the 19 year old college girl at the party would be any different.
Derrick just had not figured in the girl’s father. The man was a lunatic as far as Derrick was concerned. He had hunted Derrick down and caught him in the park. The fuck had pulled a pistol and was about a pound of trigger pull away from killing Derrick when his daughter, Derrick’s victim had begged for Derrick’s life.
He had done the county lock up time. He knew to put on his gangbanger front. The other inmates would not mess with him.
The trial had gone good until the victim testified. That sunk Derrick. But his lawyer felt that even if he was found guilty, the judge would only give him a few months in lock up, nothing he could not handle. Besides, this would build his street cred to new heights.
“Madame Clerk, please read the verdict into the record.” The judge said
“We jury, in the above, entitled action, do find the defendant, Derrick Steven Duval, guilty of the crime of Criminal Sexual Conduct in the first degree.”
Derrick chuckled. Yeah…right…now let me go ahead and start my 6 months in county lock up, Derrick thought. He turned and flashed some gang signs to his homies in the audience. Then he saw the victim’s father staring at him. The man was looking at Derrick like he was a laboratory experiment or something.
“The defendant will please rise.” The judge commanded
Derrick’s lawyer objected and requested some time before sentencing. The judge overruled him.
“Young man, it is clear by your actions in my courtroom that you still have no remorse for the crime you committed. For your entire life your parents have come to your rescue. This was to your detriment, in my opinion. So I am now going to sentence you to 10 years in the state penitentiary. It is my wish for you to grow up while serving your time and come out on the other side a more mature and productive citizen. The defendant is remanded to the department of corrections for assignment. The proceedings are adjourned.” The judge got up and walked out.
WHAT???? The state prison?? The gangbanger, tough guy persona fled Derrick at high speed.
“What does that mean?” Derrick asked his attorney.
“Derrick, don’t worry. I will appeal the sentence. Now go with the deputies.”
Derrick saw his mother and father weeping in the first row.
Suddenly, the enforcer for the 317 Boyz street gang felt like he might cry also.
That was 1 week ago.
Now still sitting in county lock up awaiting assignment to a prison, Derrick waited like a condemned man.
The department of corrections representative said that he felt that Derrick was not a special case and assigned him to Oak River Correctional Center. All the other inmates had told him it was the worst of the worst. Only hard core criminals were sent to that maximum security institution.
Eventually he turned in his county issue bedding but kept the orange jump suit and flip flops.
He along with 4 other inmates boarded the bus for the 3 hour bus ride to Oak River.
Derrick noticed he was the youngest guy on the bus. He was 20 years old. The others had to be in their 30’s and 40’s.
The prison was built of dark gray brick and sat on the banks of a river with black water.
The inmates were led into a room and ordered to strip. Once naked, the inmates were checked and inspected for contra band.
“Gentlemen, please turn around, spread your feet shoulder width apart, and using both hands, spread your ass cheeks apart.” The correctional officer ordered.
Derrick again felt like crying and begging for his mom.
Derrick turned and bent over. Then slowly…reluctantly, Derrick Duval, convicted of rape, opened his ass so they could see.
