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Neither of them were in a rush to completion, so they worked slowly towards their goal, and then backed down when one of them got too close. The edging continued for half an hour. They changed positions a couple of times, but it was hard to find ones that worked well for someone with a pregnant bump.
Pam got to laughing, too, because junior woke up and started to kick and squirm inside her as they made love. She called it to Dave's attention, and then with his hands on her tummy, he too could feel the motions inside.
"Maybe her or she doesn't like the invasion of his or her birth canal?" he postulated.
"I think he wants us to get on with the orgasm and the big splashy finish."
The pair took that advice and sped up their merging. Dave pumped harder and more intensely into her warm body. She relaxed into the orgasm she'd been holding at bay.
Dave mumbled, "Count down from ten."
Pam didn't make a sound, but she flexed her entire body into his, allowing her own cum to start. Her vagina fluttered, and she felt the explosion of a massive amount of man cum inside her seconds later. "
"Oh, God, I love you."
"I love you."
The kisses were epic.
"I'm so glad you came into my life. I'd be lost without you."
"But you have Alice, Julie, and Heather."
"But I also wouldn't have you. You are a very necessary part of my life."
"Thank you. You know you are for me."
The couple cuddled in a beautiful afterglow, sharing a thousand kisses, and more words of love and affirmation of their being together for all of time.
Not thought of by them, two of the core windows looked right into the gazebo. They had been storage rooms at first, but recently they'd become windows for one of the apartments in the core. In this case, the windows belonged to Bobbie Wyatt, the wonderful chef the Circle had hired to lead the preparation of the evening meals.
Bobbie stood in the shadows of her small living room watching the couple make love in the gazebo. The act was erotic, sexy, and arousing; it was beautiful and obviously between two people that loved each other.
Bobbie stood naked with her hands in her nether region as she watched them, generating orgasm after orgasm for herself. Fingers toyed with and penetrated her vagina, as other fingers massaged and rubbed her clit time and again. She moaned frequently but with the closed windows no one heard her.
After the couple were finished and cuddling, Bobbie turned and took a quick shower, one on the cool side to force the sexual energy from her body. She had work to do.
Chapter 7 – Summation
The courtroom sat after Judge Hernandez took her seat. After reviewing some papers on her podium, she turned to the two lawyers, "Are you ready with your final arguments for the jury?"
Both men nodded. Brad James said, "We are, Your Honor."
"Please begin."
Brad James stood and casually walked to near the front of the jury box. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I am the prosecutor for this case. The charges are not trivial: spousal abuse and attempted murder by way of inducement of that spouse to commit suicide. My task for the next few minutes is to walk you through the evidence we have put before you and to remind you of the linkages of that evidence to the charges the state has brought against Brian Coswell.
"To start with, based on email and text evidence subpoenaed from two Internet service providers, we showed you a trail of abuse going back over five years. That evidence was specific and to the point of abusive statements designed to undermine, demoralize, and demonize the victim in this case – the then Mrs. Joan Coswell.
"We showed you that Mrs. Coswell made attempts too fix her marriage during that time period, initially by suggesting counseling to her husband. In one specific email read in court he rejected that idea out of hand, telling her that she was the problem and she was the one that should fix the situation.
"You heard the testimony of Amanda Tyler, Mr. Coswell's mistress. She told you how they met in a bookstore, had coffee, and developed a relationship. She told the court that Mr. Coswell had told her he was in the middle of a contentious divorce as a way to earn her trust and to develop a subsequent sexual and friendly relationship with her.
"You then heard from the Clerk of the County that no divorce papers by either Mr. or Mrs. Coswell had ever been filed until this year, AFTER Mrs. Coswell found out about her husband's infidelity and learned of his intentional abuse and attempt to lure her into committing suicide.
"You heard Miss Tyler also describe other lies that Mr. Coswell had told her to sustain his relationship, specifically lies about people he worked with and his relationship with them as well as his workload, lies about his home life, and lies about his intentions regarding his relationship with her. These points were brought to her attention on September 19 last year when several people accompanied Sheriff Carl LaCroix as he was served the divorce papers and a restraining order on Mr. Coswell at Miss Tyler's apartment. You heard testimony that Mr. Coswell lived with Miss Tyler from the time Mrs. Coswell left for her rehabilitation treatment until he was served.
"We presented the diary or journal of Mrs. Coswell started shortly after Mr. Coswell began his relationship with Miss Tyler. That start date is important because Mr. Coswell stepped up his abusive behavior with his wife by a significant degree and she didn't know how else to cope other than to write down what he was saying to her and trying to hold on to the vestiges of her happy marriage. We showed you matching quotes between what Mr. Coswell wrote in his emails and texts and what she wrote about in her diary.
"The prosecution showed you the books collected under a warrant in Mr. Coswell's den on psychological warfare, and quotes were read from those books that duplicated notes that he prepared separately in his own handwriting and emails, texts, and-or remarks he made to her that she wrote about in her diary. By way of a receipt found in one of those books, we proved to you that those books were purchased two months after Mr. Coswell started his affair with Miss Tyler and coincident with the start of his intensified abusive campaign on her sanity and life. Further, you heard from the deposed author of one of those books talking about how well his book could be used to implement an intentional program of spousal abuse leading to suicide by the victim.
"We showed you papers and the contents of computer files written by Mr. Coswell that were essentially shopping lists of abusive comments and remarks he could make to his wife that would drive her increasingly into a deeply demoralized and depressed state of mind, insanity, and eventually suicide.
"Doctor Samuel King from the Austin Recovery and Rehabilitation Clinic in Austin, Texas, then testified about the state Mrs. Coswell was in when she was brought by friends to his Institute. Multiple renown psychiatrists examined and worked with Mrs. Coswell for four months restoring her mental health, including recovery from the depression she was in upon arrival. He told how various doctors determined that Mrs. Coswell was suicidal at the start of her treatment, so suicidal that they put her on a special round-the-clock observation watch for her first ten days with them.
"Dr. King talked about reviewing Mr. Coswell's list of things to communicate to his wife, her diary citing his remarks and her reactions, and the marked passages in the books we just mentioned. He concluded that a carefully planned and orchestrated campaign of intimidation had been created to drive Mrs. Coswell to end her life after suffering through a long period of depression. He cited the reviews by three other 'experts' – Drs. Cliner, Whitney, Heinbach, and Jones from different rehabilitation institutions in the United States that drew the same conclusions from that data.
"Dr. King also discussed the treatment that Mrs. Coswell went through at the Institute. Other women with the same conditions recovered in the same way she did, a point that further validated her condition upon arrival: abused and suicidal.
"The prosecution showed the adverse financial impact on Mr. Coswell should a divorce goes forward in this state, where, at a minimum, all holdings are considered community property.
"The situation should Mrs. Coswell have committed suicide was also examined in this courtroom, proving that he would become a relative rich man. Two years prior, at the same time he started his affair with Miss Tyler, he took out a life insurance policy on his wife, ensuring that her self-induced death would not jeopardize payment of the two million dollar benefit.
Brian James ran through a few other points and then summarized grouping the evidence and it supported the state's claims of spousal abuse and attempted murder.
"The prosecution urges you to consider these points, but more importantly to consider how you would like to have been in Mrs. Coswell's shoes as her husband tried to drive her insane and to suicide. What would that feel like asyoursane life eroded before your eyes and the one person you trusted, your husband, methodically set about to destroy you without your knowledge or awareness of his diabolical plan.
James turned to the judge, "That is all, Your Honor."
The defense attorney stood and strode to the front of the courtroom. He said in a loud tone, "Rubbish. What the prosecutor just summarized to you and attributed to my client is rubbish – a fabrication of disjointed facts laced together to create a web he intends to use to put my well-meaning client in jail.
He went on in a dismissive tone about the emails and texts, commenting only that they were normal communications between an errant wife that was already sliding into a depressed state and her sane husband. He cited the hobby of writing a novel as the reason for the books and some of the notes collected from his desks.
The defense attorney admitted to his client's affair with Amanda Tyler, but cited the reason as having been cut off from sex by a depressed person, and the need for intimacy with another sane person outside the confines of work.
He tried to discount the imputed motive the prosecutor had built regarding avoiding a divorce and presiding over a suicide. He stated that Mr. Coswell was glad that his wife had sought treatment and returned to health.
The attorney cited Brian Coswell's background as a pillar in the community and in his workplace, and then he painted a picture of Joan as a woman who went slowly nuts almost forcing her husband to try to keep her in line and from slipping further into her wayward lifestyle. That, in turn, led him to discredit the way she was currently living, making the cohousing project sound like a den of iniquity and the people she 'consorted' with as free-love radicals with no morals. He claimed that they had rescued Joan only so they could have her join them after some time taking a breather in Austin
He made a few sideswipes at the expert witnesses and their approach to dealing with Joan's supposed condition. He said at one point, 'You can claim to fix anything if it isn't broken.'
Joan, Emily, Dave, and Dale sat in the courtroom for every part of the trial. They didn't miss a word.
Despite the overwhelming evidence in her favor, Brad James warned her that juries can be very fickle animals that render verdicts with little regard for what actually transpired in the courtroom. He said, "Beside the evidence that gets presented, you get everyone's biases, prejudices, view of the world, religious underpinnings, and so on. You just can't predict a verdict, especially when you think it's a sure thing.
The judge adjourned for the day, but set a time for the jury to meet the following day and deliberate. All would be called back to court once the jury indicated they had a verdict.
* * * * *
Dave was working the bar at five o'clock as the others slowly filtered into the core from their jobs. A few worked at the Circle as the norm: Mike, Kat, Pam – when she was in town. The students also tried to be present for the social hour, often studying at home until the house began: Clarisse and Rachel. Christie also was often at home in the afternoons, since the prime work hours in her business were from eight p.m. to two a.m.
Maddy came out onto the patio carrying Mark and Linda. Dave greeted her.
"We're just taking a little stroll and came to visit a real live Daddy!" He reached out and took little Linda jean from her arms. He nuzzled the baby in and kissed the top of his niece's head. The baby studied the new force in her life almost without blinking.
"How's everything going?" he asked of Maddy.
"Great. One of the mom's always helps, so I have adult company almost all the time. The kids at this age are a dream to care for. It's after they can walk that this job will change in a big way."
"I assume that any questions you have you're getting answered."
"Oh, yes. Your wife especially has been so helpful."
Just then the baby monitor clipped on her belt started to make crying noises.
"Oops, somebody else just woke up. These two are ready to go back to sleep." He passed Linda back, and Maddy headed back inside to the nursery gently rocking the two babies in her arms.
Heather came out of the house, half nude and looking as though she wanted to harden every male tongue within a hundred miles. She came to Dave, kissed him romantically, and then walked to the edge of the pool and dove in. The pool heaters were on almost every day trying to keep the temperature around eighty. For April, that was sometimes ambitious.
Bobbie Wyatt came out of the kitchen area carrying two large platters of hors d'oeuvres. She set them down on the bar. "Hi, Dave. See if people like these. Honestly, are they just tolerating them or do they really like them. I'm still trying to learn the collective palate for the Circle."
Dave chuckled and patted the stool beside him. "Sit, or are you in the middle of something?"
"My timer is running, but it says I have about seven minutes."
"Good." He set a glass of Chardonnay in front of her. He'd learned that this was her favorite drink of choice. "The hors d'oeuvres will be wonderful on many counts. Everyone is raving about your cooking and worrying about sprouting excess inches around the waist."
Bobbie shook her head, "They shouldn't unless they're really piling on the second or third helpings. I am ever mindful of the national epidemic of obesity. I plan my menus with that in mind. My version of empty calories are very few calories in a gourmet meal."
"Thank you. Except for that isolated concern, everyone is raving about your cuisine."
Bobbie said, "Please don't hold any negative comments back. That's the only way I'll grow and evolve to something better for everyone."
"I won't, and don't you either if any of us are out of line."
Bobbie smiled, "There is this problem I have, mostly with you, but I don't want you to change in an obvious way."
Dave looked puzzled, "I'm doing something that upsets you? Please." His voice carried real concern.
Bobbie stood and took a step nearer the door back into the kitchen area slightly distancing herself from him. She looked at Dave and quickly said, "You like to make love in the gazebo. My windows look right into the gazebo. I do NOT want you to stop; it's arousing. This week I've watched you with Pam, Susan, Megan, Ashley, Joan, and Christie." She took a deep breath and weighed whether to continue. She blurted out, "I want you to make love to me, too."
Bobbie didn't wait for any kind of response. She turned and scurried into the core. Dave sat there with his mouth hanging open. He had a multi-faceted, multi-dimensional dilemma.
If he made love to Bobbie would she then want an exclusive relationship? She'd heard about but never commented on the sharing that went on in the Circle. Of course, she was also an employee of the Circle, and he had become her surrogate boss mainly because he led the effort to interview chefs and hired her. Further, they'd created that professional bond. Still further, she was so good at her job that if she became irritated at him and left he'd incur the wrath of the rest of the Circle for driving the best cook one could find away.
Alice had teased him about the nanny several times. Maddy rated a 'cute' label in his parlance, and thus that made his heart speed up when she was around. He liked her, and could see something eventually happening between them.
Bobbie was such a stunning woman with the least effort that he realized he'd put her on a pedestal. As such an idol, he'd thought of her as unattainable and thus shunted aside any feelings of lust for her. Oh, he knew they were there, lurking below the surface, but he denied their existence. At least he did until her parting remark.
The crew started to show up and more arrived home from their work outside the Circle. Pretty soon the whole contingent was present except for a couple of travelers and client meetings that were running late.
One feature of the meals that Bobbie had implemented was the ability to call in during the afternoon and ask that a meal be set-aside for you if you were expecting to be late. She'd make a plate to order and either keep it warm or refrigerate it, as appropriate, so the individual could have something to eat when they got home.
As bartender, Dave became rather expert in nonalcoholic drinks as an increased number of women became pregnant or the new mothers limited their intake of high-test drinks. He also blended his left over open bottles with the meals that Bobbie was setting aside for his colleagues.
As that evening's meal unfolded, Dave watched carefully as Bobbie and her helpers brought out the various courses and dinners. Bobbie had shown the various crews how to stretch the food budget, in part by eliminating the food waste that some members left uneaten on their plates. Those that wanted seconds were able to have them, but not as their initial portions.
To do that, she prepared the plates prior to serving with meted out portions of most of the meal. The previous serve-yourself-family-style had proved wasteful. Further, Bobbie knew when various food items went on sale. Thus, instead of the usual Saturday morning trip to the supermarkets, she would often make other trips sometimes to wholesalers, and buy things for pennies on the dollar compared to what the Circle had been doing on their own. Julie could see the results in the financial numbers for running the meals, and as treasurer for the Circle, she was pleased to report those savings to the Board.
Bobbie usually saved a seat for herself near the kitchen, and would join the group after everyone had been served. Often she'd eat very light having sampled things in the kitchen.
Dave sat near her usual seat, and as she joined the Circle members he gave her a broad smile in welcome and complimented her on the meal. Others joined in with rave reviews on the seafood dish she'd prepared.
Dave locked eyes with Bobbie and smiled at her, trying in a nonverbal way to let her know that despite her forward comment to him, she was still his friend and he had nothing bad to display to her. He could see her smile back and breath a little easier after her confession.
Dave looked out the door of the dining area and down the patio at the gazebo. Bobbie was correct. Her bedroom windows – previously those for one of the storage rooms – did indeed look directly into the gazebo entrance. Anything going on inside would be clearly visible to anyone at either window. He accurately speculated about what she'd done having seen him with the various women he loved.
