Part I  The Magic Tongue!

 

    Lloyd Wilson, 36 year old prosecuting attorney of Fairfax County, was

not in a great mood to start the day.  For one thing his beautiful fiance,

Hillary Fairfax, of the old South family tradition and influence, was acting

hesitant about their upcoming marriage. The gorgeous blonde acted as if she

was just going through the motions during their morning lovemaking at her

luxurious estate.  He could tell she wanted to discuss something sensitive

but he couldn't figure out what it was yet.  He was pretty sure there was

no rival, and his sources of knowledge of Fairfax social circles would have

picked up on that.  He was regarded as kind of an upstart transplant from the

north who had come down for the job, but he was very determined and

made a good reputation as a kickass DA, especially on the darkie community.       

 

    As entered his downtown office he once again looked at his brunette

secretary's sweet ass in her tight skirt.  Word around was after Veronica's

divorce from a local judge she wasn't seen much in Fairfax society.  He didn't

know of anyone even dating her, but a nagging reminder continued, trained by his

work as DA, that he only really knew what goes on in white Fairfax.

 

    "Morning Mr Wilson," she smiled, knowing he was checking her out like all

the attorneys did.  She wished with a secret smile she could tell them just who

was filling her needs, and watch their faces then.

 

   "Hi Veronica, your'e looking gorgeous as usual.  Any appointments this morning?"

 

   "Just that Foster and Tate case.  The principals are already in to give

statements before settlement."

 

   "Right, this should go quick."

 

   "Yes sir, but Rufus Tate brought his great grandmother in to testify."

 

   "She has no relevant testimony to this case. This is that crazy old coon, the

one everyone calls  Linsey Tate, the bruja?"

 

   He expected to get a laugh from her, but she merely smiled and nodded.  Word

was that the old lady, a frail old nigra in her late nineties, was a witch. And

more than a few whites even went to her for 'miracle cures'  Her relative Rufus

Tate was accused of statutory rape, even though he was only 2 years older than

the girl, but the girl was white from a prominent southern family, and Rufus was

a big strong buck with maybe half a dozen kids of his own by various nigra women.

 

    His job was to put Rufus away for a while, which would earn him some points

among the white establishment, keep the darkies in line, and keep the family honour

intact.  Wasn't anything anyone could do about it, and he just hoped the required

testimony wasn't too graphic for the family members, because he had promised

speedy discretion, and the Fosters promised their support on his proposed judgeship.

 

   In the conference room he saw the hulking black man besides the tiny black

withered old woman on one side of the table, and several white lawyers in

thousand dollar suits, a beautiful sultry 15 year old Heather Foster, and her

parents, true southern bluebloods.

 

   "Greetings, all.  This will be quick and hopefully painless.  Just take

some testimony, Heather can go back to school, Rufus will serve  5 years

at Raiford, 3 years suspended, and we all get on with our lives."

 

   Linsey Tate's hoarse voice croaked then, "mah great grandson won’t go on

with his life, mister attorney.  An he dint do nuthin wrong neither."

 

   "I'm sorry, Ms Tate, but we worked this deal out already.  Rufus knows this

could get him 15 to 20 if it goes to trial." 

 

   Rufus looked pained and nodded, patting his elderly relative's hand, "thass

raht, gramma.  Ah already make de deal."  Lloyd knew it was an effort for her to

button her lip, but she managed to do so.

 

   "We just have to get some facts out.  Heather, will you tell me what exactly

you did on July 23rd, when a Fairfax policeman found you and Rufus in the

back seat of your daddy's cadillac on the Route 20 frontage road?"

 

   "Ah told you all, we were making love.  That’s all we were doing."

 

   Several uncomfortable shifting of seats followed, as her white haired father

gave her a stern glance.

 

   "Um, Miss Fairfax, we have to have precise details.  Did this involve any

violation of the state sodomy laws?"

 

   "Well, I sucked his cock as usual. Is that sodomy?"  Her father groaned.

"But I didn't swallow his cum that time anyway.  I would have but he wanted

to put his load in my cunt.  Which he did!  It was so wonderful," she added,

looking adoringly at Rufus.