She drove the verbal dagger deeper into his heart, dismantling his ego. "Oh, I didn't tell you that my daughters' father frequent bathhouses to get Mercury pumped into Uranus, you secret punk...while you're trying to tell Bible stories."

Judge Harper Hills was in complete denial. "Daughters? You're crazy! You were never pregnant with a child of mine."

"You're right. I carried two of your daughters. Fraternal twins, every spit of you they are, right on down to their arrogance. Since everything is coming out in the open I might as well tell you now. Stacy Hills Waters and Tonya Hills Waters are twenty two years old. I already had the DNA test done, years ago. Taking semen from one of your rubbers and fucking my doctor for the results, under the table of course, does wonders."

"If this is true I will have your head."

"The way I had yours swollen and throbbing in both sets of lips when we created your daughters. Haven't you realized that I always have a trump card, baby. I have the means to expose some higher ups and save your accomplished career, but you gotta give me something in return."

"Here we go again. Same ole shit again."

"Every transgression I've had as Officer Becky was recorded and photographed by my private investigator. I have everything professionally archived. I even have Senators banging me in their wives' beds on video. My face is covered, by the way."

"I can't believe I'm dealing with the devil. What do you want in return? Humor me. What if I decide to take my chances believing in the outcome of our investigation, believe in the system?"

"Then you're a bigger fool than I expected. Pull your strings and get me power of attorney over my son's burial. That's all I want. ASAP. And I'll call my contacts, your higher ups, and use my little video as insurance to clear your name from any wrong doing during that hearings disaster."

"Fine, deal. But one thing is clear. Once we are cleared take me to meet my daughters."

"I can do that. I'm sick of telling them that their father is dead. Your manhood, maybe but certainly not the genius that is Judge Harper Hills."

"Get the ball rolling? You better not be lying to me, setting me up for failure. Why I'm trusting a cum guzzler confuses me."

She pointed at him. "Don't forget I have your bathhouse visits via photographs. Touch me again all bets are off, and I'll start one of the most twisted paternity cases ever. How a cop, an escort by night, gave birth to a gay judge baby. Twins. You'd go down so fast I'll walk away with your lavish homes, fancy cars and your balls on my heels."

Pivoting, she beat on the door.

"I want my phone call, now!"

"Bitch this is jail," said a female corrections officer, with a nasty attitude. "Phone privileges are over until the morning."

Lynn was horrified. "We're not staying here overnight."

Harper found it amusing. Finding Nemo was trying to be the star of Jaws. "I'm still waiting on you to blow glittery smoke with your pussy, you so called shot caller. You can't even get a fucking phone call."

"Where is your supervisor, Sergeant Arms? I wish to speak to him, now."

"He is..."

"Get him down here. Bring up Christmas of 2009. I'm sure he'll see me then."

The tone of Lynn's self-assured voice was undeniable. The female corrections officer lowered her head, leaving the room.

She walked to the OIC office.

Officer in Charge.

Sergeant Arms, a burly man, was about to leave for the day. Sipping coffee, he turned down Shirley Caesar on his portable speaker.

C.O. Fantasy Jacobs, a short, big booty chick with an awful overbite, said, "Sir. Officer Lynn Waters is requesting a phone call after hours."

He laughed, taking up his keys. "She can wait till tomorrow. Serves her arrogant ass right."

"Um, sir. She knows about Christmas of 2009. The day our son was born without your wife's knowledge. I'm happily married. My husband was in Iraq, so he thinks our son, our indiscretion is his. Fix it."

The next day, around 1:30 p.m., Judge Hills and Lynn were released, under the radar.

Judge Hills was very impressed, but per Sergeant Arms' instruction, they were to stay away from each other indefinitely.

If she wouldn't have been granted her phone call, Lynn was going to remind him of a body he buried in 2009, but who knew his secret love child with Officer Fantasy was her get out of jail free card.

Now she saw why Sgt. Arms killed his cousin in cold blood Christmas night of 2009.

He must have known about the love child that would have ended his marriage and Fantasy's marriage to a now he's-a-retired-General from the Army.

By the evening hour, Judge Hills name was cleared of any wrong doing. Lynn Waters name was cleared of any wrong doing.

Mysteriously, videos of her attacking Harry and Jonathan with a Bible vanished from millions of online accounts. Instagram accounts were deleted if they featured any content from the courtroom.

Those with hundreds of thousands of followers were deleted without incident.

Retractions were secretly ordered by the Mayor to make Harper and Lynn look like they shit cherry blossoms.

Lynn had the Mayor under her bra straps.

The blackmail game was so rewarding.

Victoriously, Lynn sat back on her sofa, nursing a brandy, making calls that would surely put Harry's panties in a bunch.

She laughed just thinking about it...

A few hours later a startling news report broke Harry's heart. It was on the front of a newspaper one of the guard's threw in his cell.

The State drops charges against Bob Grimes...

Bob Grimes has tapped celebrity lawyer Bishop Tatum and is suing the State...

"I guess there is justice after all," said one of the guards, taunting Harry. "Let this be a lesson that being with a man is a sin before God."

"Tell that to your wife the next time you don't leave the house when she's on her period, or when you eat sushi and shrimp before intercourse."

Disgusted, the guard closed the small window on the door of the cell.

His stomach growling from hunger, Harry cried himself to sleep...

Having nightmares about Jonathan...