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any such argument and so I said, “No, I don’t
remember that.” Cesare then moved a few steps
towards the jury and said: “Let it be known for the
record that the defendant has in fact denied
arguing with Myra Rose a week before the incident
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in question," he asserted. "But, I do have to ask,
did you have intercourse with Myra Rose?" "Yes,"
I accepted. "Would you say that you enjoyed it?" "I
did not know if I should think anything of it at the
time," I said. "So you enjoyed yourself can I say?"
"Well, in hindsight, no." "Can it be said that you
were heard spanking Myra Rose, I apologise judge,
I just really have to make this point clear." "Sure,
go ahead," said the judge, peering down curiously.
I saw where the prosecution was going: My every
infliction and happening before the arrest had
now amounted to possible courtroom accusations.
I did have to admit that I may have spanked Myra,
but I had no idea I would be sitting in court for
such activity. I could barely defend myself in this
regard. "Well, how you find this out?" I asked.
"Well, the walls were rather thin at your past
residents. So it can be said that your body desired
whom you are now refusing to accept as what she
was, a lady," said Cesare. "So your body has
concluded some element of responsibility, of
course you would not agree to guilt. But, do you
agree that your body was able to function?" "The
light was usually off and I was deceived!" I said.
"Very deceived!" "Well, Ares I don't think in the
midst of a spanking you were speaking of
deception, were you?" I stopped more anger from
cascading out of my mouth and just shrugged,
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