WHO WILL SHE CHOOSE? HER COP OR HER LAWYER?

EPISODE VI

For two long months I have been working on the car accident case. This insurance company just loves playing games. The boy lost his leg. I've decided to take the case pro bono. I'm not about to take money from a single mom that lost her job to be by her son's side.

Are you wondering about my ex? I hope not, but I will fill you in. She had to reimburse the police department for wasting their resources. She was charged with filing a false report, vandalism, and apparently she punched a cop while in lock up. So an assault charge was added. She needs to pay me $5,000 for damage to my house. Her other charges got her one year in jail and five years probation when she is released. I won't see my money for a while. Her mom came to the office and had the nerve to ask me to represent her and ask me for money to pay her rent. I had to explain to her again. I was done with them both. She left one unhappy camper, but that is not my problem any more.

I've spoken to Randy about the plans regarding Standing Falls only. He's claiming it's already owned. He's trying to get in touch with the owner, but as far as his people know, it's not for sale. I told him to keep working on it. I'm a patient man. I know how to wait someone out. Randy has tried to make amends, but I keep pushing him to the back burner. I'm not ready to forgive and forget so quickly. He's tried to speak with me about her. She's calling his office. Making claims that she would ruin his career. I may be mad at her, but I won't let her screw up my dad's hard work, getting that schumck into office.

Besides the car accident case, I've had my elbows deep in a divorce case. One of the partners represents the husband and the wife also needed representation. Since the lawyer had worked for them both at one point in time, it would've been a conflict of interest to share a lawyer. I took the case not knowing the wife had a huge surprise. For two years, she had her husband followed. She believed he was cheating before they got married, but she had no proof. She signed a pre-nup willingly. Pretty much states she gets nothing if they get divorced. Everything he bought her throughout the marriage would have to be returned. He wanted everything back. There was a clause that states if either one of them cheats there will be a monetary value to be paid out to the faithful spouse. Mrs. Davidson claims she was faithful her entire marriage. Mr. Davidson makes the same claim.

When I first met with Mrs. Davidson, she dropped a manila envelope on my desk and told me everything I needed to settle this case was in there. Let me tell you she wasn't wrong. For the last two years of their marriage she had hired a private investigator. A man I knew very well. He got the job done, never mattered how dangerous it was. He kept detailed recordings and had photos of Mr. Davidson in compromising positions. It turns out there was more.

There was a USB drive in the envelope. I plugged it in and opened the first file. I had to turn the volume down. Mr. Davidson is very loud. He was in a massage parlor getting a massage. Nothing wrong with that. It skipped to the woman that gave him the massage leaving and a blonde woman coming in. Mr. Davidson rolled over and the blonde went to work. I thought he was getting a happy ending. The blonde had just pumped him up. I watched as she disrobed and climbed on top. I know when a man releases himself, I don't need the volume. The blonde was visibly upset and left in a hurry. There were four more visits like this. Everytime Mr. Davidson ejaculated inside of this woman, and she was p*ssed about it. I continued watching as it jumped to four months later. The same blonde, only there was one difference; she was pregnant. I turned the volume up so I could hear their conversation.

"Velvet. Look at you. I love pregnant women."

"I'm sure you do, Mr. Davidson."

"Begin." She did. Just like every other time, it was a bj and then she would ride him. Spilling his seed into her yet again. She climbed off disgusted.

"I wish you wouldn't do that."

"Come on, baby. You know I can't help myself."

"Mr. Davidson, what am I supposed to tell my husband?"

"That the child is his."

"We both know this baby is yours. He wasn't here the first time I was made to have s*x with you."

"He came within the correct time frame. Listen, doll. If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I will lose a ton of money. It's not mine and that's the end of it."

"Yes, Mr. Davidson."

I can't believe this asshole fathered a child and is denying it. Mrs. Davidson was right, my entire case was in this envelope. I kept the USB on me at all times. It's not that I don't trust the partners, but they will do whatever it takes to win. The address of the blonde woman was also inside the envelope. Her name was Velvet. I thought it was a stage name. I took anything that was of importance to my case with me. I had a few cameras placed around my office and they are well hidden. I don't want to believe there was an ulterior motive as to why I was asked to take the case. If I found out it was because they were trying to get the upper hand, there would be hell to pay.

I said goodnight to one of the partners and our secretary and made my way to Mrs. Velvet Henderson's home. It was a quaint one-story with a white picket fence. I went to the door and before I could knock I heard the fighting.

"Velvet, you need to tell me the truth. As if I don't already know."

"Chris, he's your son. What do I have to prove to you that he's yours?" She's doing what she was told.

"I want DNA done."

"You're joking, right?"

"I know what that disgusting old man was making you do. We didn't need the money that badly. You didn't need to sell yourself like some common wh*re off the street. This little boy isn't mine." The more he said that, the harder she cried. That was my cue to ring the bell.

"Can I help you?" Her husband answered.

"I'm looking for Mrs. Henderson."

"She's indisposed at the moment. Can I help you?"

"I'm afraid not. This matter needs to be handled with the utmost care."

"Who the fck are you?"

"I'm a lawyer. My name is."

"You here for that fcking prick? Fcking my wife and knocking her up wasn't enough? Ruining my marriage wasn't good enough?"

"I'm actually here to speak with your wife about Mr. Davidson and his indiscretions."

"My wife continually asked him not to c*m inside of her and he did it anyway. I knew what she was doing. I didn't put a stop to it."

"Mr. Henderson, can I come inside and we can talk about this? Your neighbors don't need to know about any of this."

"I'm sorry, please. Uh, Mr.?"

"Wilding. Thank you."

"Have a seat and I will get my wife."

I sat on the couch and in front of me was a car seat with a sleeping baby boy. I snapped some photos. There was no denying Mr. Davidson was this boy's father. I felt for everyone involved in this man's fcked up world. I looked around and I could see how poor they were. She did what she had to for the money, for whatever she needed it for. I stood as husband and wife entered the room. I held my hand out to Mrs. Henderson. It was barely a shake.

"Mrs. Henderson, I'm sorry for intruding."

"Chris told me you were here for Mr. Davidson."

"I am. I have some questions for you. I would like to record your answers to my questions."

"Why? Am I going to get into trouble?"

"Relax. Mrs. Davidson knew her husband was cheating. I am covering every avenue. I don't like surprises in the courtroom."

"You can record all of it." It's clear her husband wanted the b*stard to pay for what was done to his wife. From the recordings, I could see it wasn't all that voluntary.

"Chris?"

"Mr. Wilding, what that son of a btch did to my wife needs to be known."

"What exactly did he do?" It's not like I didn't know, but I still needed to hear it from her mouth.

"Start recording and she will tell you from the beginning."

"Okay." I took out my phone and opened my voice recording app. I placed it on the table and pulled out questions I had written down while watching the videos.

"I'm ready when you are, Mr. Wilding." She wanted him to pay as well.

"Mrs. Henderson, when did you first meet Mr. Davidson?"

"One year ago."

"What was the reason you met with him?"

"It started off with massage therapy."

"What does that mean?"

"I am the one that checks a client over and makes the decision on the treatment they should get."

"Okay. It's no secret that you and Mr. Davidson were intimate."

"Not at first. He propositioned me a few times. I refused."

"What did he say?"

"Somehow he knew I was having money problems. That was causing martial problems."

"What did he offer you?"

"Money for s*x."

"When did you decide it would be a good idea to take him up on his offer?"

"I never thought it would be a good idea. Chris had his CDL and was able to find work. He wouldn't get paid until he got home. That was two weeks, our electric was going to be shut off. My check wouldn't cover the minimum they wanted to keep the lights on."

"Okay. So how long after your husband left did you agree to have intercourse with Mr. Davidson?"

"About a week later."

"I'm going to need you to describe in detail what happened."

"Really?"

"I'm afraid so."

"He had gotten his massage. After the hour was up, I entered the room to do a re-evaluation. I was wearing a robe with nothing underneath, as he requested. He ordered me to take it off and suck his d*ck. Then I had to get on top of him. I made him promise to tell me when he was close. I don't like to swallow, but I would for the amount of money he was giving me."

"Okay. Continue."

"I cried the very first time I had s*x with him. He liked it so much. He called me names. I was his little married sl*t. Or his personal wh*re. That first time he claimed it just shot out with no warning. I knew it could happen, I just climbed off and left."

"When was the next time?"

"A few days before Chris returned home."

"Can you describe what happened in this encounter?"

"The same thing as the first time. It started with a blowjob, then I had to have s*x with him. He blew another load into me, after he said he wouldn't. He claimed he didn't want kids."

"Mrs. Henderson, why didn't you use condoms?"

"Mr. Davidson wouldn't allow me to."

"Is there a reason you weren't on birth control?"

"My insurance wouldn't cover it. We couldn't afford to pay the full price."

"Why didn't you tell Mr. Davidson, that you were no longer going to continue if he disrespected your body the way he was? Or request he pay for your birth control?"

"I tried. He threatened to tell my husband what we were doing."

"Did you think to tell Mrs. Davidson?"

"He said she knew what he was doing and she was fine with it. Something about it being in the pre-nup." I didn't see anything like that when I read through it.

"How many times did this go on before you found out you were pregnant?"

"Once a week for three months."

"Mr. Davidson, ejaculated inside of you four times a month?"

"Yes."

"Were you s*xually active with your husband too?"

"I was."

"How many times would you estimate you were intimate with your husband?"

"Two to three times a week. Not on the same day as Mr. Davidson."

"Okay. You were how far along when you discovered you were possibly carrying Mr. Davidson's child?"

"The three month mark. I stayed away from him for an entire month. He complained to my boss about my absence. I almost got fired because of it."

"You returned to him?"

"I couldn't afford to lose my job."

"Okay. What happened when you returned?"

"He saw what he had done to me. The son of a btch was pleased with himself. He commanded me to suck his d*ck and then climb on top."

"Did anything different happen this time?" I'm asking because I want to see if her story will match what I saw.

"He rubbed my belly the whole time. He kept calling me a good girl and telling me I was the best choice he had to drop his seed into, just as he was doing it again. It's disgusting. You have no idea what it feels like to be used and abused. Mr. Wilding, this is not my husband's son."

"If you agree to testify against Mr. Davidson, DNA can and will be done."

"He paid me for s*x. I was a prostitute."

"I can spin that. If you're worried about being charged, it won't happen."

"I believed him when he said his wife knew what he was doing there. How can I be so stupid?" I watched as her husband cradled her as she cried even more. I felt for her. This rich scumbag took advantage of a young woman who was having money and marital problems. He bit off more than he could chew now. I stopped recording, gave a nod to Mr. Henderson, and let myself out. I want to kill this piece of sh*t.