Better than Viagra

The jury is still out deliberating on the rape case so the attorney I am supposed to be shadowing has someone else in the office going to another court for her.  I meet this guy and he's showing me the ropes, explaining whats going on and what I need to do when I get there in the morning.  We have 3 clients that have been brought over from the jail so we're going to go downstairs to see them.  Trouble begins.

Apparently there is something that works better than Viagra....locking a man up for a little while and then introducing him to his new, young, female attorney.  3 separate clients meant 3 separate holding cells.  When we were talking to one, the other two were super glued to their doors staring out the window.  No hands in sight.  When we were talking to a client he was sitting on the bench in the cell, legs together, hands over his very apparent erect penis.  Sigh.  It's day 7 and I'm already tired of ignoring jail cell erections.

BTW, hung jury. 

I don't know if it was the fact that mom essentially pushed her daughter to get rides and money from this guy, or if it was the lack of evidence that sex of any kind-forced or consensual-had occurred, or if it was the fact that the complaining witness' mom was overly dramatic on the stand while the girl acted like this was just another day in the life, but the jury wasn't buying it.  The charge was Rape 1.  7 members said not guilty, 4 said maybe guilty of rape 2.  I guess the last guy/gal abstained from voting? 4 days of deliberating and they are back to the drawing board.

Until next time,

Be blessed, be careful, don't confess and don't consent.

~LT