or make wild hand gestures in order to get her point across. She brought such perfection into the Court also. As usual when a Judge comes in everyone stands. But in Judge Julia's case they didn't simply stand, the did that but they did it with awe and something approaching an awestruck silence simply washed through the room, all eyes on the great woman herself. In most cases, it would be easy to say that the Judge was simply playing the part, acting to expectations. But in Julia's case she was simply, naturally doing what she did.
“Oh, for goodness sakes Martha, I'm not ridding the streets of anything. I am simply using the law, and the justice system to help the 'creatures'.”
One would have to do a second take, to ask oneself if Julia had really emphasised the creature word or not. She had but it was barely detectable and almost lost in the slight ripple of laughter and the even less pronounced ripple of agreement of what she was saying and the words she used. She shifted on her high backed chair and recrossed her legs under the table. The sound of nylon rasping on nylon was almost electric as she bounced her stiletto'd foot slightly.
“Mmmmm yes but darling, those 'creatures' definitely need to be caged and taken out of society. And you it must be said are doing that with vigour, and authority.”
Martha most definitely did emphasise the creature word, but it was like she was latching on to the class and style of Judge Julia. Julia didn't need to big herself up when she had friends and acquaintances of the sort who were in the room. There was laughter – creatures in cages, indeed. Julia sipped from a glass of sweet white wine that had been served with desert. She should have been lapping up the praise and adoration. But she wasn't like that. It is actually hard to say she was like. A woman so comfortable with herself and what she did in life, a woman so perfect in every single way that she didn't really need to be told. Or she didn't need to have it pointed out by individuals or underlined by any others of her peers. It was only when she broke with tradition, when she did the unexpected, and when she said something unexpected, which wasn't very often, that people did those second takes, let the words or deed sink in and then react.
“Oh Martha you ARE really too kind. You KNOW that I only do it because I get some weird fetish kink out of it. Sending these people down. Taking things from them, their liberty, their lives. I like that. It turns me on.”
Were those words and the way they were said an act or was that really how she felt. It was this sort of unexpected that people never really knew how to take. It was certainly a way or a reason to hastily change the subject. Except that Martha wouldn't let that happen.
“Mmmmmm yes darling, I thought that. I thought there was something behind it. Take that one creature you sent down a few months ago. That prostitute..... uhhhhhhhh......”
Martha seemed to be trying to remember a name, or something more specific with which to guide the woman who must have imprisoned hundreds of people since she came to the silk at the incredibly young age of twenty nine. Judge Julia cut her off.
“They're all vile creatures Martha dear. But I do so like the imploring eyes as they are taken down.”
Martha had been referring to the case of Mandy. Julia wouldn't be able to, for the life of her remember her. Not unless her mind was jogged that was. If there was some event, some happening that would jog her memory to specific offenders... then she would remember with photographic clarity every single aspect of the case.
Later that evening.
The abduction of Judge Julia was so meticulous in its planning and execution that the
attractive thirty seven year old had been hooded and immobilised before she had the slightest inclination that something was wrong. Before even her brain had computed what was happening, the pull cord was being drawn around her attractive, perfect
“Oh, for goodness sakes Martha, I'm not ridding the streets of anything. I am simply using the law, and the justice system to help the 'creatures'.”
One would have to do a second take, to ask oneself if Julia had really emphasised the creature word or not. She had but it was barely detectable and almost lost in the slight ripple of laughter and the even less pronounced ripple of agreement of what she was saying and the words she used. She shifted on her high backed chair and recrossed her legs under the table. The sound of nylon rasping on nylon was almost electric as she bounced her stiletto'd foot slightly.
“Mmmmm yes but darling, those 'creatures' definitely need to be caged and taken out of society. And you it must be said are doing that with vigour, and authority.”
Martha most definitely did emphasise the creature word, but it was like she was latching on to the class and style of Judge Julia. Julia didn't need to big herself up when she had friends and acquaintances of the sort who were in the room. There was laughter – creatures in cages, indeed. Julia sipped from a glass of sweet white wine that had been served with desert. She should have been lapping up the praise and adoration. But she wasn't like that. It is actually hard to say she was like. A woman so comfortable with herself and what she did in life, a woman so perfect in every single way that she didn't really need to be told. Or she didn't need to have it pointed out by individuals or underlined by any others of her peers. It was only when she broke with tradition, when she did the unexpected, and when she said something unexpected, which wasn't very often, that people did those second takes, let the words or deed sink in and then react.
“Oh Martha you ARE really too kind. You KNOW that I only do it because I get some weird fetish kink out of it. Sending these people down. Taking things from them, their liberty, their lives. I like that. It turns me on.”
Were those words and the way they were said an act or was that really how she felt. It was this sort of unexpected that people never really knew how to take. It was certainly a way or a reason to hastily change the subject. Except that Martha wouldn't let that happen.
“Mmmmmm yes darling, I thought that. I thought there was something behind it. Take that one creature you sent down a few months ago. That prostitute..... uhhhhhhhh......”
Martha seemed to be trying to remember a name, or something more specific with which to guide the woman who must have imprisoned hundreds of people since she came to the silk at the incredibly young age of twenty nine. Judge Julia cut her off.
“They're all vile creatures Martha dear. But I do so like the imploring eyes as they are taken down.”
Martha had been referring to the case of Mandy. Julia wouldn't be able to, for the life of her remember her. Not unless her mind was jogged that was. If there was some event, some happening that would jog her memory to specific offenders... then she would remember with photographic clarity every single aspect of the case.
Later that evening.
The abduction of Judge Julia was so meticulous in its planning and execution that the
attractive thirty seven year old had been hooded and immobilised before she had the slightest inclination that something was wrong. Before even her brain had computed what was happening, the pull cord was being drawn around her attractive, perfect
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