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Chapter 6
The burning of the cross in our front lawn only seemed to fuel Kenny's passion to see justice served and Mr. Stills paid for his pain and anguish.
Kenny quickly posted security guards at the firm, as well as our home.
Kenny also left the burned out cross on the lawn. 'A reminder,' he said, 'that life is just a flicker and put out at any time.' They were words of inspiration, no doubt, but it gave me the creeps every time I saw it.
I mentioned my distaste for the ugly reminder of man's hatred toward man, and the next day it was removed, before we even returned from the office.
As we pulled into the driveway, I gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. He knew what it was for.
The frantic hustle of the office continued, and as word spread of Kenny's pursuit of justice on behalf of Mr. Stills, even more clients burst through the door, anxious to have his law-firm represent them as well. All sorts of people; black, of course, white, poor, rich, just like Kenny had said. 'Everyone has a right to representation...GOOD representation.' And that was the motto his firm took on.
No case was turned down, and soon the associates began specializing and categorizing the cases, so that the more experienced associates led the others.
Kenny seemed pleased that the staff had come together so well. I was the one surprised the most, as I expected a few more to buck the system, as Jackall had tried.
I was also surprised that Kenny didn't confront Jackall about the burning cross. When I asked him about it, he simply brushed it off, saying "If I confront him, without proof, I'm no better than they are."
That was the end of that discussion.
I would find out much later that Kenny had hired a private investigation of the incident.
"Thomas? Are you ready?" Kenny asked.
"Yes, Sir. It's just..." Thomas paused, the nervousness of his first time before a real judge coming through in his voice.
"Hey now, don't weasel out on me now. You've prepared this case for weeks now, and this is just a hearing. So, don't try to grandstand. Just the facts in the case, all right?" Kenny rested an assuring hand on Thomas' shoulder.
Thomas smiled, as though just knowing his boss was so supportive, was enough to lift his spirits.
"All rise." The commanding voice of the Bailiff echoed off the chamber walls. "This court is now in session. The Honorable Earnest P. Wilkins presiding. Come forth and you will be heard."
A large door behind the bench opened, and Judge Wilkins appeared, a stern and serious look on his face. He sat in his large black leather chair, slammed the gavel on its wooden block and commanded, "Be seated."
As though we had practiced it for months, every one sat down simultaneously.
"This is the case of Brian Stills versus Blue Ribbon Packaging. Is counsel ready?"
Kenny stood first. "Yes, your honor. Counselor Kenneth Schilte representing Mr. Stills in this matter."
"Very good. Is the defense ready?"
"Counselor Austin Smith, representing Blue Ribbon in this matter."
"Very good. Now, before we get started, let me say that I'm well aware of the public controversy over this case. All of the media represented in the back row of this courtroom is further evidence of that controversy."
Everyone turned and looked at the reporters in the back row.
"However," Judge Wilkins continued, "I'll not allow my courtroom to be the next public circus. I hope Counsel clearly understands my directive."
"Yes, your honor," Kenny and Mr. Smith said in unison.
"Very good. Well, Counselor Schilte, this is your case, let's hear your opening statement."
Kenny rose from his chair and moved to the center podium. With the help of Thomas, Kenny had prepared a summarized version of the case, along with a summarization of the witnesses that would be called, and then preceded to outline, briefly, the presentation of the case to his firm. It was then that Mr. Smith's eyes began to light up, and his face turn red. "Further, your honor, it is clear that Mr. Stills' termination was solely based on Mr. Stills' race, and not any subjective issue, such as performance or insubordination."
"I object, your honor." Smith announced as he stood. "Counsel has failed to mention to His Honor that this is the second time that Mr. Stills has sought legal proceedings against my client. Further, Mr. Stills was instructed by one of Mr. Schilte's own attorney's that this case was ludicrous and frivolous. Further, I have a letter to that effect from Mr. Schilte's firm."
"Now I object, your honor. This letter is not relevant to the new information that Mr. Stills has provided my firm." Kenny said, directing his glare at Mr. Smith.
"Counsel, approach the bench," the Judge commanded.
I watched from my seat in the courtroom as both Kenny and Mr. Smith approached the Judge's high bench. Their heads were barely visible above the top.
"Counselor," the Judge said, peering at Kenny. "Let me remind you that I'm quite familiar with this case, and didn't just graduate from law school yesterday."
"Yes, Your Honor." Kenny said, slightly bowing his head.
Mr. Smith's smile broadened. "As for you, Counselor," the Judge said, now peering at Mr. Smith. "I warned you about grandstanding in my courtroom."
"I'm not grandstanding, Your Honor." Mr. Smith produced the letter from Jackall to Stacey Adams. "As you can see from this letter, Mr. Schilte's own firm acknowledges the frivolous nature of this case. I'm merely attempting to avoid wasting the court's valuable time."
"Don't patronize me, Counselor," the Judge said, reviewing the letter, then returning it to Mr. Smith.
"I don't suppose you noticed who the letter is addressed to, did you Austin?" Kenny asked, half sarcastically.
The obviousness escaped Austin as he looked again at the letter. "Stacey Adams. So what?"
"They were lovers." Kenny announced. "You present that letter as evidence and I'll call Adams to the stand and discredit everything she stands for. By the time I'm through, she won't be able to get her gas pumped, let alone find a job."
"Your Honor," Austin looked back at the judge, not skipping a beat. "I think this letter alone calls for an immediate dismissal of this case. Clearly, there's a conflict of interest between my client, and Mr. Schilte's firm."
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me!" Kenny said aloud, causing the courtroom to stir.
"Counselor!" The Judge reprimanded. Then, he sat back in his chair; the top of his head barely visible to the two attorneys. Then, just as dramatically he leaned forward. "Counselor Schilte, I'll allow the letter to be admitted, as long as Counselor Smith is willing to accept whatever consequences arise from its admission."
It was risky, but Kenny knew why the Judge was playing it this way. If the Judge immediately dismissed the letter, the action alone could constitute a mistrial.
Austin thought for a moment, suspicious that something didn't feel right, yet he couldn't put his finger on it. "Your Honor," he finally spoke. "The Defense would like to reserve the right to present the letter at a later time, should the need arise."
"Fair enough, but the same rule applies then as now, understood?"
Austin nodded.
"Very well, let's continue."
The two attorneys returned to their respective positions, and Kenny completed the delivery of his opening statement.
Despite it brevity, the clock ticked dangerously close to the noon hour. Even Judge Wilkins was beginning to fidget in his seat.
When the Judge announced the lunch recess, I quickly moved my way to the Plaintiff Table. "You okay?"
"Yeah, but I'm starved. I skipped breakfast this morning...too nervous." Kenny smiled.
"You were nervous? Hell, I could have puked this morning, and what was all that stuff about this just being a hearing?" Thomas joked.
It was settled that the three of us would take in lunch together, while Brian Stills ate separately with his family.
We ate lunch quickly, and talked about anything except the hearing. It was Kenny's rule, actually. He felt that during recess, any trial was best left in the courtroom. 'Allows the mind a much needed break,' he would laugh.
I commended Kenny on his performance in the courtroom during the morning session. It was great to see him in a courtroom again. He has such fire and energy. You can't help but be won over to his arguments. I should know; I've lost my fair share of arguments to Kenny.
The lunch recess, though a healthy hour and a half, seemed all too short, and we returned to the courtroom.
I resumed my seat in the audience as Kenny and Thomas greeted Mr. Stills and his family.
It was now Mr. Smith's turn for his opening argument.
As Mr. Smith stood at the podium, preparing to present his opening statement, he looked more like a meager mouse than an aggressive attorney.
I wasn't sure why, but he looked directly at Kenny before he began.
Kenny simply returned the glare, without even moving his head.
"This case is about one thing, Your Honor: Money. Plain and simple greed. Mr. Stills has demonstrated not only to his employer, my client, but also to his neighbors, co-workers, even his own family, that he'll do anything for a buck. That is, as long as he doesn't have to work for it."
"Objection, Your Honor." Kenny stood, his eyes glaring at Smith.
"Sustained. Counsel, you know better than to make derogatory remarks, even if it is your opening statement. Still to the facts, Counselor."
"Yes, Your Honor. The facts. Certainly." Smith cleared his throat, and almost without missing a beat, continued. "The defense has clear evidence that it will present, that illustrate Mr. Stills' character; and that his character, despite what the prosecution claims in this case, only sought an opportunity to litigate my client. Further, we will show that his termination was not only justified, but overdue. Thank you."
It was the shortest opening statement in the history of litigation. Even Kenny seemed surprised.
"Counselor Schilte, you may present your first witness." The Judge looked at Kenny, already knowing how Kenny would respond.
Kenny stood up. "Your Honor, with all due respect, we've lined up our witnesses in anticipation that Mr. Smith opening statement would exceed five minutes. Therefore, the Prosecution is unprepared to present its first witness at this time."
"I expected as much, Counselor. However, duty decrees that I allow you this opportunity. Since you are not ready with your first witness, I'll adjourn today's proceeding, and resume this case at nine o'clock tomorrow morning." The Judge stood up and looked down on Kenny sternly. "Have your first witness ready, Counselor."
"Thank you, Your Honor." Kenny said.
"All rise!" The bailiff commanded, and all of us rose.
"This court is now in recess." The Judge commanded as he swiftly struck the gavel, then disappeared into his chamber.
Kenny turned to Thomas. "Get our team moving, Thomas. We'll meet at the office at six tomorrow morning. And I need the research findings on Johnson vs. Whippany."
"I'll get right on it. Are you coming back to the office?" Thomas began packing his notepads back into his briefcase.
"No. I need to take care of some other business. I'll see you tomorrow." Kenny shook his hand and then walked toward me. "Ready to go?"
"That was kind of short, wasn't it?" I asked. I couldn't help myself.
"Too short. Something's up, and I have to find out what." Kenny looked at me, and I knew that look. It was the look of 'I know you want to ask...but don't.'
"Shall we go out for dinner?" I asked, attempting to change the subject.
"I need to run an errand, Russell. Would you mind taking the car home? I'll have Rebecca send a car for me."
I didn't have a chance to answer. He touched my shoulder, squeezing it gently; dropped the keys into my hand; and then he made his way through the crowd out of the courtroom.
Now, I have to admit, that riding in a Porsche is exciting enough, but actually driving one? As I sat in the driver's seat, and turned over the engine, I could feel the engine vibrate through the seat.
I pumped the gas a couple of times, revving the engine, which only added to the excitement.
Now, I've driven a few Corvettes in my life, and even drove a Masserati once; but nothing had prepared me for this.
I pulled the car from the parking lot, and as I moved onto the street, I pressed down on the gas...obviously too heavily...and screeched the tires. Everyone looked on as I sped from the area.
By the time I reached the house, and parked the car in front of the garage, my knees were shaking.
I shut off the engine and opened the door.
"Not used to a car like that, are you, Russell?" Rebecca asked.
"Is it that obvious?" I said, trying desperately to regain composure.
Rebecca laughed. "You should have seen me the first time the Mrs. asked me to drive for her. What a sight!"
"Rebecca, I'm not sure when Kenny will be home, so can we postpone dinner?"
Rebecca smiled at me and nodded without saying a word.
I made my way to our bedroom, even though it felt funny to think of it as 'ours.' I could hear soft piano music coming from the room.
I opened the door, and lying across the bed, was my Kenny.
"Welcome home, Lover." Kenny smiled at me.
"But...How'd you...I mean..." I was confused, delighted, and excited all at once.
I stepped closer and immediately noticed that Kenny was wearing nothing but one of those leopard-patterned bikini briefs; a very familiar bulge protruding in the front.
"Come on, Russell. It's been too long. I'm horny as hell, and I can't wait any more." Kenny smiled at me.
I moved closer still, and Kenny pulled me on top of him, locking our lips together as though our passion had never decreased.
As he kissed me, he ground his hips upward, causing my already rising dick to stir even more. I soon matched his grinding, until Kenny stopped me. "Let's get these off of you."
Within moments, clothes were being tossed across the room in a heated and frantic manner. Before long, that familiar and wonderful feel of Kenny's skin against mine brought my rising dick to full attention, pressing hard against his cock.
Kenny broke our embrace, smiled at me with a hunger in his eyes that I knew only too well. He wanted my cock in his mouth, and his hunger was matched only by my own.
I wiggled around and soon my mouth was lined up with his engorged dick, just begging me to take the first erotic lick. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and gently blew on the very tip; his piss-slit opening slightly. This always teases Kenny, and he let out a small moan, before engulfing the entire length of my cock into his mouth.
It was then that I let out a moan, as his skillful tongue massaged my manhood.
I couldn't resist any longer and guided his cock onto my waiting tongue; his plump head fitting perfectly in my mouth.
Kenny had already begun to leak a little precum, and I swirled the precious liquid on my tongue, savoring its mild flavor. "Mmmmm," I moaned as I enjoyed my lover's meat.
Each time Kenny moved across my dick, or lapped at my piss-slit, I matched his movement, sending both of us into a higher level of pleasure.
I reached under him and began massaging the gorgeous orbs that hung below his pride. Softly I kneaded each one, churning the precious fluid that I yearned to taste.
Kenny returned the favor by releasing my cock, only to suck in both of my balls, kneading them with his tongue.
Up and down his long slick shaft, I moved my mouth, pressing my tongue against the underside of his shaft, eliciting more of those soft moans from him.
Kenny was building and I could feel his cum tingling in his balls. My balls began to tingle too, and I knew that with his continued attention, it wouldn't be long before I unloaded my reserve of ball juice.
Kenny continued to lap and suck my throbbing cock, and soon I could feel my balls lifting with the impending release. "Kenny..." I cooed, as I let his dick slip from my grip.
He released my dick only long enough to whisper, "I know. I want it, Babe, give it to me."
He tightened his lips around my shaft, milking my precious cum from me.
"Oh God, Kenny, it's coming..." I moaned, all the while continuing to stroke my lover's cock firmly; my rhythm matching Kenny's.
My first blast surprised Kenny as it splashed against the back of this throat. He swallowed quickly, knowing there was more where that came from. He let a little of my dick slip from his mouth, enabling him to taste the salty-sweet nectar I was feeding him.
Copious amounts of precum leaked from Kenny's cock, and I wrapped my lips around it, waiting for my gift as I resumed my oral assault on him.
The feel of my hot cum skating across Kenny's tongue, sent him over the edge, and without warning, he began pumping his hot cum down my throat.
I gagged at first, surprised by the large load, but quickly regained form, swallowing as much of his white cream as I could. Only a little dribbled from the side of my mouth; a testament to the amount of cum Kenny's wonderful balls could produce.
As the ebb of our orgasm passed, Kenny licked my cock clean, firmly pulling upward on my dick to empty out any remaining cum left behind.
I returned the favor, cleaning him just as efficiently. Then, Kenny turned toward me, moving closer to my face. Seeing the small dribble of his cum that had escaped, his quickly lapped it from my face, smiling as his tasted his own juice on his tongue.
I pulled him toward me, locking our lips together, sampling the remnants of our love on our tongues; my hands passionately caressing his naked back.
Kenny broke our embrace, looked into my eyes and smiled. "Sometimes waiting makes it more enjoyable, huh?"
I grabbed his cheeks between my forefinger and thumb, as though scolding a child, "Don't make me wait so long!" Then, I smiled and kissed him again.
As we finished our shower, Rebecca knocked on the door, and asked if we were ready for dinner to be served.
Kenny answered politely that we were going out for dinner, and dismissed her for the evening.
"Going out?" I whined. Okay, I admit it, it was a bit childish on my part, but I was thoroughly drained, and the last thing I wanted to do was leave the house.
Kenny stepped forward, wrapped his strong arms around me, and smiled. "You are so predictable, Russell, you know that?" He kissed my cheek. "We're not going anywhere. But, I can't take you skinny-dipping in the pool with Wide-Eyed-Rebecca hanging around, now can I?"
His smile was devilish, and I knew that our little session on the bed, was merely a precursor to an evening of passion.
"All rise, this court is now in session." The bailiff gave his normal speech, and as before, we all rose, as Judge Wilkins entered the courtroom.
After banging his Gavel, he looked at Kenny. "Present your first witness, Counselor."
Kenny rose. "The prosecution calls Mr. Brian Stills."
"Brian Stills, take the stand," The Judge commanded.
I hope you're enjoying my story of Russell and Kenny. I welcome comments and questions, so email me at mycandlelight_dreams@yahoo.com I also have other stories posted on Nifty. If you'd like the titles, just ask me.