I explained to the Judge that I was hard of hearing but since I didn’t have a doctor’s note he named me juror number twelve on a murder trial. I fumed with annoyance until I saw the defendant.
Accused of stabbing her lover, she covertly stared at me the whole trial! The seductive movement of her sensuous lips signaled future delights.
I hung the jury.
Alone together, I told her how, though unsaid, I knew what she had been telling me. “You mean, ‘you’re next’?” Exactly! The swish of the knife told me how wrong I’d been.
Accused of stabbing her lover, she covertly stared at me the whole trial! The seductive movement of her sensuous lips signaled future delights.
I hung the jury.
Alone together, I told her how, though unsaid, I knew what she had been telling me. “You mean, ‘you’re next’?” Exactly! The swish of the knife told me how wrong I’d been.
