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Chapter One: Judge Shirley Wilkilsom | Chapter Two: You have Court today! | Chapter Three Attorney Frank Bequile

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My non-fictional book

Chapter One
Judge Shirley Wilkilsom

The Judge smiled about her self made domain as she arrived that morning at her courtroom. She stepped into her private room just to the right of the chair that gives her all of this power that it is supposed to give. However unknown to the common public, is the fact that she has manipulated with well planned steps on her part to get a much bigger edge of wealth and power than the typical Judge.

She glances at the artifacts hanging on the wall to remind herself of where she has come from. Judge Shirley Wilkilsom had a lot of credentials and was proud of them. She notices her High School Diploma and immediately starts musing about the Good Ole carefree days. Oh the best was the party nights with all of her friends. Alcohol became a way of life for her. Shirley lived to party and gained herself a reputation which was either good or bad depending on who you asked.

Those days have not been forgotten, but they also have not been eliminated either. The party life has continued except with the change of being hidden from the eyes of the people that would frown on that behavior, especially from a Judge. Yes, those were wonderful days but the present time is much better because of the much greater supply of money now.

The thought of money instantly puts a smile on Shirley's face. She moves over to the window as if she needed to contemplate over her stocks. A devious sneer parted her lips as she surveys her commodity walking to and fro on the sidewalk below her. It has been years since she had any tender emotions toward the typical hard working individual. Her reasoning was that they chose their vocation which caters their meager funds directly to the Judges and Attorneys.

Right after graduation she reasoned with the concept of wealth. Who besides the Attorneys can get paid $200 per hour or more? The typical job is under $10 per hour.

Anyone that has a job over $20 per hour is rare. It would take a self-employed business with expensive equipment to go beyond that. However after paying all the payments, insurance, repairs, payroll, and other expenses, different for various kind of businesses, the pay once again would be probably about $20 per hour.

The funniest part is the idea of getting paid for a service you don't need to do! How much money could the house contractor collect if his newly finished building collapsed before he got paid? How about the bridge builder if the first car plunges into the river below along with the bridge? Would the builder get paid for it?

However the outcome can be a crumbly pile of rubble for the Attorney that you hired and yet he gets paid big money and in advance! Isn't it slick how it is also a vocation that gets prepaid completely before the work begins?

McDonalds doesn't weekly prepay their employees. Even occupations like the housing industry that has an incredible amount of material cost, yet the money transaction takes place after completion or closure. Sure there are jobs out there that require a deposit to cover the material expense. But how many can you name that requires the full amount in advance before they begin the work?

Also, name off the businesses that the $200 per hour plus, timeclock starts ticking regardless of what they do. They get paid that amount even for driving to the courthouse or delivering something to you. It would have been cheaper for you to hire a Taxi driver, or put it on the UPS or Fed Ex truck. They are extremely underpaid compared to your Attorney doing the exact same thing.

Suddenly, Judge Shirley Wilkilsom became seriously angry. She still despised those Attorneys that had a conscience and did their job with respect in the viewpoint of the measly public. Why would these Attorneys sacrifice their potential by doing so much for their clients? There are a few and that is her mission to drive them away from her jurisdiction. They are a threat to her Empire and also her money purse.

She became furious thinking about the few Attorneys that bypassed her decision and her Law, and went to the higher Court. It was there that most of the time her Law was discarded, and then replaced by the Law of the majority of people which are written into a few big books called the Statutes.

She glanced across the room at the big stack of books now. She had a contempt to most of the things mentioned in them. However at other times the contents could be used to her advantage. It was however the limitation of rules, the percentage amounts, and the restrictions of her power, that she despised. There should not be a reason why she should be forced to stay within the Statute limits! If the Statutes states a maximum of 34%, she immediately seeks to create a bigger 100%, or add extra expenses if that is not possible. Ideas like New Shoes Fee, or a monthly Change The Locks Fee is only two possibilities to increase the limitation of the 34% amount. The idea that there might be some conscientious Attorneys out there that would object to that, still angered her.

In this state there are three levels of Court. The lowest basic Court, which is hers, is considered the Grade School Court. If there is one of those despicable Attorneys from Shirley's viewpoint, that has the audacity to reject her authority, has the right to appeal to the High School Court. If once again the renegade Attorney disagrees with the outcome, they can appeal to the States College Court.

It was a long time ago that Judge Shirley Wilkilsom saw the need to get into the Judicial System and then eliminate the vulnerability of the position she strived for. She moved quickly through the required college for her vocation. The next step was to become an Attorney for a short time but never lose perspective of the position of Judge she was focused on.

Now let us reason on some ironic questions. How many voters does the individual seeking office, have to convince to get elected into the position of Judge? Now how many ballot counters are there for the same election, and to what percentage of voters in comparison? Isn't there a greater potential of power in the hands of the ballot counter, than the single voter? Judge Shirley smiled at the thought of going to the counter and saying," If I get re-elected I will give you $2000 cash!" That is not a bribe but a donation for their good work. Another thing, once in position she could contact any contestant that runs against her if they would accept a few thousand dollars instead.

Judge Shirley Wilkilsom thought about what happened just a few short years earlier. After serving a few years, her position was up for election again. A man was running against her and she needed to contact him. Sitting at a fancy restaurant, Shirley offered him several thousand dollars if he would withdraw himself from the ballot. He smiled and thanked her for the meal, but told her that he had no intention for withdrawing.

Ironically that next week the man's son got busted for having a large amount of drugs in possesion. If found guilty the son would be a middle age man before he would be released from prison. Judge Wilkilsom was watching the Father when they led the shackled son into the courtroom. It was impressive to herself that the father had chosen and committed himself unknowingly to an Attorney of her choosing who was behind the scene a friend of hers. She had often exchanged money with him back and forth, but always secretely away from the unforgiving public's eye.

Now Judge Shirley Wilkilsom immediatly asked for a short behind closed doors talk. Once in the adjacent room, Shirley didn't waste any time with the father. In front of him and his Attorney, she told him that she would go for the maximum amount of years for sentencing if he wants to fight it. On the other hand, if he is willing to straighten out his priorities and try spending time with putting his family in order, that she might be willing to overlook his son's mistake. As far as the power of the Police Department, they only had the power to arrest him. Shirley then said that she had the power to release him or lock him away for many years.

The man withdrew his name from the ballot. The son was released and then the family moved far away from this city called Kruptville, USA. Judge Shirley Wilkilsom was voted back into office for another term since she was the only one on the ballot. The sneer came accross her face again. She figured that it was his fault for what happened. I was upright in all of this because I had offered him money earlier. She mused that it was his arrogant stupidity for not doing what Judge Shirley Wilkilsom hinted. He learned the hard way that her hints are but orders unto death if necessary. Now with that on her mind, she put on her black robe and entered the courtroom.

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Chapter Two

You have Court today!

The sun rose beautifully and bright over the city as the daily activities began to stir. The many noises and the aromas began to fill the air this morning from all the many different types of occupations represented here in Kruptville, USA.

From the casual glance of a tourist passing through, their evaluation would be nothing outside of a gorgeous and cloudless day. However, to the experienced eye that has learned to see things beyond the limits of the simple eye's natural vision, they can't help but see the horrifying dark clouds wrapping itself around this city. Once tuned into this darkness you begin to feel it much more than see it. You then wonder why no one else can discern or see also these strongholds of extremely dark forces enveloping this city.

You draw your mind back to what you believe is reality and shut out the dark cloud of probably superstitions. After all, it is a beautiful day and you have court today! Why shouldn't you feel confident after what you have experienced. Your mind starts to drift away to the Barbaric Swimmers Club. Oh yes, you definitly remember the early days when you first met them.

They had a domineering and infective spirit which instantly comes alive in your mind again. The mindset and analogies of their's still haunts your mind. What was this philosophy that was so dangerous, you ask? Well, you think that, that should be easy to explain,... but then you realize that you have a problem finding the convincing words.

Their leaders voice still echoes in your mind as he talks about how you must swim. Place a mediocre swimmer in the water and he will swim but will never get the prize. Now take the same swimmer and hold him under water and see what happens.

At first he will be confused and thinks that it must be a joke and just takes it. Soon however he wants to get some air and he will start to put some pressure against this resistance which is holding him down. And then all of a sudden, the want turns into a need, and he begins to fight. At that point he becomes not only a fighter but an excellent swimmer. If he always swam with every stroke just like that he would take the trophy every time.

Doesn't that sound good and convincing? What is wrong with a club that teaches that? By choice the members will lock some weights around their ankles in pursuit of becoming an excellent swimmer, and also winning the admiration of the other members. Some club members will even fasten the weights to their little children and babies.

And then the catastrophies begin as different ones of the Club dive in the water or pitch their baby in. One member simply jumped into only three feet of water. When they stood up in the water, which was only up to the waist, the Club members cheered and applauded. Some get so excited that they did laps around the pool. Nobody could convince them now that the weights didn't work.

Another member decides to out do the previous member and jumps off at the deep end of the pool. The tension mounts as the seconds tick by. Suddenly by the ladder of the pool they emerge gasping and sputtering for air. The Club goes wild again creating a noise that is deaffening which also is included with much running and other calisthenics. Nobody even questioned the use of the ladder.

However, it was a sad day for the Club members and for also the non-members, when one Club leader jumped into the deep end and also a baby was pitched into the water. The minutes ticked by with fear rising amongst the group. Then the reality took effect and everyone realized that they will not surface. Instead of questioning their theory on swimming, the Club lavished and praised the deceased with extreme honors and placed them amongst the many respected names in their Book of Hall of Shames.

The authorities came to investigate but were comforted or side tracked by the information they received. Nobody had fastened the weights on the deceased but was strictly voluntary which is therefore not murder. It also is not suicide because the member truly believed he could swim to the surface with the weight. And the baby just slipped into the water and it was their "shoes" that pulled them under and only a mistake.

You pinch yourself to get your mind out of this trace. Now you feel foolish for ever having believed that stuff. If only the Club leader would have jumped off into the deep with a fifty pound weight tied to his ankles! If he could have surfaced with it then you would be still assured today that it did work, which you don't have now. All those years and not one example that is beyond a shallow water explantion. And if the leader would have gone down, would that have sunk the Club out of existence?

With seeing the truth on that and then leaving it was a good move. However, your spouse still believes in those that stood up in the shallow side of the pool and refuses to leave the Club. You feel confident that the courts will favor you as you head to that massive concrete building. As you approach the Courthouse, the darkness and then the fear engulf you even though the natural sky is clear.

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Chapter Three

Attorney Frank Bequile

Attorney Frank Bequile sluggishly pushed his excessive weight up the marble steps leading into the courthouse. He thought about the many things that were informed to him last night. He was one of the several Attorneys in Kruptville that had secretly signed an agreement amongst themselves, which was controlled by the Judge.

As a child he couldn't explain the comment about the monetary status of a Attorney. The riddle was why does a one and only Attorney in any certain town financially starve! However, if there are two or more of them in the same town, they all get rich? It does not fit the concept with any other vocation.

Today however, he fully understood the reason for that and immediately his degenerate character produced a villainous sneer. Out of breath, he opened the door and entered. His eyes gazed to and fro for the presence of his next victim. His money didn't just have the former presidents on them, but also the face of each one of his clients. It didn't stop there either because any relative of his victim represented money too. People meant only money and a commodity to him.

Being part of this secret pack, he was taught early in this conniving business to extensively search out all the possible revenues of the client which includes the relatives. Judge Shirley Wilkilsom had labored hard in educating these Attorneys. You need to diligently seek out also the organizations they are affiliated with. Are these organizations eager to spend money for their side of this argument? If eager, then side with them as long as there is a money flow. That will immediately force the other side to find ways to start handing over money to keep from going to jail. Constantly threatening with jail will produce relatives and friends to give money to this victim friend so that they can remain free outside of jail.

There is one thing though that has troubled him. In the real world where the self- employed business operates, there is always the challenge of trying to get exposure to the public that is in need of your type of service. The thought irratated him how other Attorneys have the luck of getting the clients which have a lot of money, or have relatives that have it. Case after case the other Kruptville Attorneys get the good ones which have enough money to easilly fill the blood money purse of the judge first, and then also a little bit for himself. Why does he almost always aquire the client that can just barely scratch up the fee that he has set for his service?

As far as advertising goes, Frank Beguile Law and Associates have a large display in the local phone book, the same as the other Attorneys. Many of the other attorneys though charge a fee for the very first visit with the client, but he does not. He mused on that part wondering if that was the way other attorneys weeded out the broke people right from the start. However, if he did that, he would just weed out the few and only customers that he had.

His track record of convincing his clients to settle for something way less than what the statutes allow, has put him in the position of the underdog. His reputation to the people that knew him well, would classify him at the very bottom of the list of the Kruptville Attorneys. That bothered him but he didnt know what to do about it. If he practiced in a different city he could memorize or study more of the statutes and yet, in Kruptville, if he declared to uphold specific statutes, Judge Shirley Wilkilsom would undeniably destroy him out of business. Knowing and enforcing state statutes in this city is occupational suicide.

Therefore, he must keep reminding himself to be content with what the Judge and the other Attorneys tell him to do. After all, he does make almost $200 an hour before his service even begins. He then also gets a smaller bonus from the secret Kruptville compact, if he can deceive and swindle his victim into settling for the things their opponent wants to settle for. That is usually a whole lot less then what the statutes allow. There have been a few times when he was offered almost as much money for himself by his opponent's Attorney and Judge Wilkilsom, for the performance of convincing his client or victim to settle for the ridiculous. His victim always prepaid their fee upfront and any extra money now would have to come from this fast and double-dipping offer.

Taking those offers and money soon became a stable supplement income. However, he learned quickly that in order to have a smooth ride in life, a person needs to grease the wheel. At the capitol of this state, there is an organization that he is accountable to. It is called the Board of Liars Evaluation (BoLE). They segment the state into several jurisdictions with a different investigator for each area. The Kruptville district became the investigation duty for Mrs. Lucy Shifteyes. Symbolically Attorney Frank Beguile applied the grease often to a gratification fund for Mrs. Shifteyes which was to encourage her in the fine job she was doing.

Occasionally, Mrs. Shifteyes would get a complaint from a wretched civilian, that has never given her a penny, complaining that Frank had done them wrong. Lucy then would study the complaint, with her face forward looking straight at it. Ironic though is how she faced the paper but her eyes shifted and were focussed everywhere else but on the paper. After several minutes of that kind of intense investigation, Mrs. Shifteyes confirmed that there was no corruption in the conduct of Attorney Frank Beguile.

The very next week, Mrs.Shifteyes picked up her salary check from the state, which was from the tax payers money. However in her private mailbox was another check from Frank Beguile, thanking her especially for sacrificing so much time and effort in getting such an accurate report and conclusion in every job she does. She quickly looked both ways without moving her head as she took the check with a smile.

She too was proud of her attribution she was giving to the Law and Order of the Justice System of Kruptville. Could she just let the beggerly scum of society destroy this lucritive business of providing a form of Commodity Law to the deserved citizens? It is the citizens that have and share their commodities that should benefit by getting the Justice bent their way. It should not be for the beggerly tight-wads that contribute nothing to this system unless forced by Judge Shirley, and therefore they are a cash flow hinderance to the well being of the economy.

Finally, Attorney Frank Beguile steps out of the elevator on the third floor of the courthouse hallway. He looks with distaste at the flight of stairways across the hallway. Those things are built for either the ambitous or the poor people of society he thought. Well now, speaking of poor people Frank Beguiles' eyes and your's connect. A generic smile spreads across his face as he reaches out his hand and greets you.

With that same smile he immediatley assures you that everything will be just fine. He tells you that he will fight for you since you deserve the best. You wonder why your ears and your heart and your sixth sense are not in harmony. Why do you feel such dark evil presence right now while this fighting Attorney of your's is saying everything is alright? With fear jumping all around inside you, you follow your hired fearless leader into the courtroom.

to be continued...

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