know but it was crazy hot,” I said. “I agree that it was like a sexual fantasy come true.”
“We can’t ever do that again.” He shook his head in wonderment.
“Definitely not. I think next time you should sit on the judge’s bench and let me go down on you,” I joked.
“What?!” He looked panicked as he reached out and pushed the down button for the elevator.
“I’m kidding!” I smiled at him as the doors slid open and we stepped inside.
“I’m never sure with you! You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days but at least I’ll die happy.” He pushed the button for the lobby.
“I have a feeling that Mark didn’t believe our story.”
“Oh, ya think?” He laughed.
“Judge Channing believed it, though. In fact he wants us to keep it up!” I teased.
“Keeping it up is not a problem with you. Keeping my job might be, though.”
Friday
IN THE COURT OF COMMON PLEAS OF PHILADELPHIA COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA
Commonwealth v. Sanders
Adam was enjoying himself immensely as he questioned the convenience store clerk who my client had allegedly robbed. I knew there had to be one hell of a bomb he was going to drop for him to be this giddy, and I braced myself.
“So, Mr. Oberman, you testified that the defendant, Joseph Sanders, came into your store wearing a mask and holding a gun and told you to empty your register. What happened next?
“I gave him the money and he was going to leave but he stopped and ordered me to give him a carton of cigarettes too.”
“What did you do?” Adam stole a glance at me and I knew it had to be coming. I searched the police report again to try to figure out what it didn’t say.
“I said, no way, man. You sound like you’re about sixteen. You gotta be eighteen to get cigarettes in PA.”
“And what did Mr. Sanders say?”
“He told me he was eighteen but I said, man, but I need some proof.”
“What happened then?” Adam asked and turned to look at me, obviously wanting to see my reaction. This had to be the bomb he was going to drop and I had a feeling that I knew what it was. Please don’t tell me that this schmuck ….
“He took out his driver’s license and he showed it to me.” Kaboom.
“Wait a minute!” Judge Channing broke in incredulously. “He’s wearing a mask but he shows you his driver’s license?” You would think that nothing would shock this man by now.
“Yes sir.” Mr. Oberman and Judge Channing shared a moment. Adam could barely contain his mirth. I hoped that he peed himself.
“What happened then?” Adam asked, looking immensely pleased. Oh great! There was more! Why did I always get the scholars?
“I said, hey buddy I can’t tell if this is you or not with that mask on.”
“What did he do?”
“Well, he ripped off the mask he was wearing and held the driver’s license up to his face so I could compare.” What a freaking rocket scientist this kid was.
“And then?”
“I said, okay I guess that’s you and you’re eighteen. I asked what kind of cigarettes he wanted and he told me. It so happens that the cigarette company is doing a contest for a thousand bucks and I told him about it and gave him an entry form to fill out. He wrote down his e-mail address and cell phone number.” I sighed deeply. I wanted to leave.
“I said, okay and then I gave him the smokes. When he left I called the cops and gave them his name and address.”
“No more questions.” Adam sat down looking very smug indeed.
“Ms. Ginsberg, any questions?” Judge Channing looked like he expected me to say ‘no’ so when I got up to question the witness, he shot me an annoyed look. Jeez! So sorry to be a pain by, you know, trying to defend my client.
“He was holding a gun to you and you refused to give him the cigarettes? Pretty dangerous decision, wasn’t it?”
“Probably, when I look back on it, but something about him just didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing. For example, he was holding the gun
“We can’t ever do that again.” He shook his head in wonderment.
“Definitely not. I think next time you should sit on the judge’s bench and let me go down on you,” I joked.
“What?!” He looked panicked as he reached out and pushed the down button for the elevator.
“I’m kidding!” I smiled at him as the doors slid open and we stepped inside.
“I’m never sure with you! You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days but at least I’ll die happy.” He pushed the button for the lobby.
“I have a feeling that Mark didn’t believe our story.”
“Oh, ya think?” He laughed.
“Judge Channing believed it, though. In fact he wants us to keep it up!” I teased.
“Keeping it up is not a problem with you. Keeping my job might be, though.”
Friday
IN THE COURT OF COMMON PLEAS OF PHILADELPHIA COUNTY, PENNSYLVANIA
Commonwealth v. Sanders
Adam was enjoying himself immensely as he questioned the convenience store clerk who my client had allegedly robbed. I knew there had to be one hell of a bomb he was going to drop for him to be this giddy, and I braced myself.
“So, Mr. Oberman, you testified that the defendant, Joseph Sanders, came into your store wearing a mask and holding a gun and told you to empty your register. What happened next?
“I gave him the money and he was going to leave but he stopped and ordered me to give him a carton of cigarettes too.”
“What did you do?” Adam stole a glance at me and I knew it had to be coming. I searched the police report again to try to figure out what it didn’t say.
“I said, no way, man. You sound like you’re about sixteen. You gotta be eighteen to get cigarettes in PA.”
“And what did Mr. Sanders say?”
“He told me he was eighteen but I said, man, but I need some proof.”
“What happened then?” Adam asked and turned to look at me, obviously wanting to see my reaction. This had to be the bomb he was going to drop and I had a feeling that I knew what it was. Please don’t tell me that this schmuck ….
“He took out his driver’s license and he showed it to me.” Kaboom.
“Wait a minute!” Judge Channing broke in incredulously. “He’s wearing a mask but he shows you his driver’s license?” You would think that nothing would shock this man by now.
“Yes sir.” Mr. Oberman and Judge Channing shared a moment. Adam could barely contain his mirth. I hoped that he peed himself.
“What happened then?” Adam asked, looking immensely pleased. Oh great! There was more! Why did I always get the scholars?
“I said, hey buddy I can’t tell if this is you or not with that mask on.”
“What did he do?”
“Well, he ripped off the mask he was wearing and held the driver’s license up to his face so I could compare.” What a freaking rocket scientist this kid was.
“And then?”
“I said, okay I guess that’s you and you’re eighteen. I asked what kind of cigarettes he wanted and he told me. It so happens that the cigarette company is doing a contest for a thousand bucks and I told him about it and gave him an entry form to fill out. He wrote down his e-mail address and cell phone number.” I sighed deeply. I wanted to leave.
“I said, okay and then I gave him the smokes. When he left I called the cops and gave them his name and address.”
“No more questions.” Adam sat down looking very smug indeed.
“Ms. Ginsberg, any questions?” Judge Channing looked like he expected me to say ‘no’ so when I got up to question the witness, he shot me an annoyed look. Jeez! So sorry to be a pain by, you know, trying to defend my client.
“He was holding a gun to you and you refused to give him the cigarettes? Pretty dangerous decision, wasn’t it?”
“Probably, when I look back on it, but something about him just didn’t seem like he knew what he was doing. For example, he was holding the gun
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