“Miss Stanhead?... be upstanding.” the judge spoke without turning to face the young blond, now sat terrified and keeping his eyes fixated on the ...presiding juror.*Clang* Jessica’s handcuffs and ankle shackles scraped and scratched on the surface of the floor and table as she diligently rose to her feet and stood up straight dressed in only a pair of prison issued grey jogging bottoms and white tank top that barely contained her breasts and showed a considerable amount of side boob.“Very well. So, with my hair braided so it didn't frizz everywhere, my DDD's encased in a sports bra that gave support and comfort without that nasty wire that jabs you at every opportunity, my hips and butt tucked into a pair of not totally unsexy underpants (Remember Bridget Jones Diary? NOT the granny pants!) and the whole lot covered with a light but hopefully attractive emerald green summer dress, I took a taxi from my apartment, and fond myself in the liveliest part of town.I avoided a couple of bars. "We have to make a mock radionewscast that discusses an important event. I wanted to do theChallenger explosion. But Meghan thought that was stupid. So we'regoing to do it on attack on San Francisco Harbor in World War Two."I stopped in mid-stride and looked at her. "What attack?"She tilted her head. "Uh, December 10th, 1941? You know, when theJapanese navy attacked the American Fleet stationed in San Fran?"I shook my head, feeling a round of vertigo pass through me. It hadbeen all too easy to. Eagerly, she maneuvered him to one of the soft, slickly inviting pillows, and before he could blink, began divesting him of his newly acquired clothing. Expertly, her fingers fell to their task, and within the passage of a few seconds, the Earthman lay naked on the white velvet, watching the titillating brunette begin stripping.Her long fingers, tipped with red-painted nails, slipped beneath the edge of the purple briefs she wore. Tantalizingly slowly, she slithered free of the cloth and the.