?I-I didn’t put it there your honour, honestly.??Then who did?? Judge Hillerman’s tone said in itself I have already made up my mind.?I don’t kn...ow,? sobbed the terrified young man. ?I have tried to come up with an explanation, but I can’t. I don’t know who did this.??You were held under guard for three weeks following your arrest and monitored,? she mercilessly continued. ?You were given another urine test yesterday and the sperm count was high.?Nicholas sighed with relief. Did she actually. I turned to look at her and was pleased to see she had leaned toward me. This time, it was her turn to ogle. There was no hiding my thick hard-on in my tight jeans. Not shying, I stared into her face. Her full lips stretched to an evil grin that made my heart pound.From there, we fell into easy conversation. She told me her name was Laurie and she talked little about her background other than to say she had not been a model. I told her what I did for a living and what I did for amusement,. At last i took a white dress. when i unfolded it i dropped it to the floor like someone had bit me. i had the exact same dress at home.... was that a coincidence? the women insisted i put it on though. and since i felt very uncomfortable in my frivolous underwear i was glad about anything i could cover myself with. at last she handed me stiletto heel boots. when i was dressed she led me to one of the rooms down the hall. in front of it she handed me over to the guy, to whom she had referred to. A spare pair of green camo jeans and a green camo tee went in, as did a couple of pairs of boot socks just in case I had a human partner. It was all about keeping up appearances.I checked in my storage room and found a dozen of the alum foil pouches of Helen's version of MRE made for Swamp Thing. I much preferred them to the government issue version. I didn't eat for nutrition, since it all got wash away. I had to eat for appearances, since I had some taste receptors, I preferred Helen's, not.