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Note to the Reader: <\/b>This story is one of wish-fulfillment.\u00a0 One of Goddess Marquesa’s favorite pass times.\u00a0 It is, of course, entirely fictional.<\/p>\nNote to the Reader: <\/b>This story is one of wish-fulfillment.\u00a0 One of Goddess Marquesa’s favorite pass times.\u00a0 It is, of course, entirely fictional.<\/p>\n
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“STOP!\u00a0 HOLD IT!\u00a0 PLEASE STOP!\u00a0 \u00a0Stop right now.\u00a0 I don’t want him representing me!”\u00a0 If the defendant’s outcry doesn’t quite stun the courtroom, it certainly wakes it up.\u00a0 A loud outcry arises from the spectators and echoes through the space.<\/p>\n
Bang! Bang! Bang!<\/em>\u00a0 The judge’s gavel punctuates the outburst.\u00a0 “The defendant will come to order.\u00a0 Order in this courtroom.”\u00a0 To the defendant, “Sir, sit down and remain quiet!”<\/p>\n “Your Honor, I don’t want this man representing me. I want — I demand — new counsel.”\u00a0 Still standing, the defendant turns defiantly to his attorney.\u00a0 “You’re Fired!”<\/p>\n An eruption of voices breaks out again.\u00a0 Bang!\u00a0 Bang!<\/em>\u00a0 \u00a0“Order!\u00a0 Order!\u00a0 I’ll have order in this courtroom or I’ll empty it.”\u00a0 Clearly a no-nonsense judge.\u00a0 After this threat, he pauses while the room quiets down.\u00a0 “Defendant and defense counsel will approach the bench.”\u00a0 The two file up to the bench.<\/p>\n “Your Honor,” begins the defendant, “I no longer wish to be represented by this counsel.\u00a0 It’s my legal right to choose my defense.”<\/p>\n “Hmmm….,” the judge ponders this assertion for a moment.\u00a0 “Yes, it is<\/em> your legal right to choose your counsel.\u00a0 But I find this request most unusual, especially given its timing in this proceeding.\u00a0 All of the evidence has been presented, the People have summarized their case, and your counsel was set to deliver his final argument to the jury.\u00a0 You are<\/em> aware of the gravity of your request?”<\/p>\n “Yes, Your Honor.”<\/p>\n “Most unusual, most irregular.”\u00a0 The judge frowns and ponders for a few moments.\u00a0 “Still, I find that you are within your rights.\u00a0 Defense counsel is dismissed!”\u00a0 Bang!<\/em>\u00a0 \u00a0“The Court will appoint new counsel…”<\/p>\n “Excuse me for interrupting, Your Honor,\u00a0 I can save you a lot of time.\u00a0 The person I wish to represent me is present in this courtroom.”<\/p>\n “And whom might that be”<\/p>\n “Her.”\u00a0 He points.\u00a0 “The blonde lady in the third row.”<\/p>\n “The person indicated will please stand and approach the bench.”\u00a0 Goddess Marquesa rises and comes forward, walking deliberately.\u00a0 Owing to her her natural magnetism, every eye in the room is riveted on Her as She makes Her way to the bench.\u00a0 “Madam, please tell the court your name and address.”\u00a0 Marquesa complies.\u00a0 “Thank you, Madam.\u00a0 This defendant wishes you to undertake his defense in this case.\u00a0 Are you an attorney?”<\/p>\n “No, Your Honor, I’m not an attorney.”\u00a0 But, <\/em>she thinks, if I’d chosen to be one, I’d have been a veeery goood one!<\/em><\/p>\n “Well, if you’re not a lawyer, then what exactly do you do for a living?”<\/p>\n “Your Honor, I run an interpersonal communication and motivational therapy clinic.\u00a0 I’ve been counseling clients, and doing so quite successfully, I might add, for a number of years.”<\/p>\n “Interpersonal communication and motivational therapy?”\u00a0 \u00a0The judge’s voice oozes skepticism and incredulity in equal measure.<\/p>\n “Yes, Your Honor.”<\/p>\n “Your Honor,” blurts out the defendant, “If this kind lady will agree to undertake my defense in this case, I really want Her to represent me.”\u00a0 He’s thinking, Oh<\/em> please, Dear Goddess! Pleeease say ‘Yes!’\u00a0\u00a0<\/em> His desperation is so palpable that Marquesa can feel it.\u00a0 The judge frowns at the interruption and shoots an annoyed look at the defendant.\u00a0 “Sorry, Your Honor, I didn’t mean to interrupt.\u00a0 But I’d really like Her to defend me,” he persists.<\/p>\n “This is most irregular, most unusual.”\u00a0 He pauses a moment.\u00a0 “Still, defendant is within his right to choose his own counsel.”\u00a0 To the defendant, and probably more for the record than out of concern for his rights, the judge reiterates, “Once more, sir, I assume you are aware of the gravity of this situation, and of the importance of the decision you are making?”<\/p>\n “Absolutely, Your Honor.\u00a0 That’s why I want this lady to defend me.”<\/p>\n The judge turns back to Marquesa, “Madam, are you willing to take this case?”<\/p>\n She doesn’t hesitate a second. “Yes, Your Honor.”<\/p>\n “Are you<\/em> aware of the gravity of his situation?”<\/p>\n “Yes, Your Honor, completely aware.”<\/p>\n “What qualifies you to defend the accused?”<\/p>\n Marquesa doesn’t bat an eyelash.\u00a0 Having enjoyed courtroom films like Anatomy of a Murder<\/em> and TV shows like LA Law<\/em>, She’s not worried about running afoul of legal procedure. More important, She knows Her upcoming summary will place Her squarely in front of the jury, where She can can do Her best work. The old salesman’s adage, There I stood alone, armed with nothing but my golden voice,<\/em> flits briefly through Her mind and brings the trace of a smile to Her lips.\u00a0 Her intuition tells Her that now is the time to lay the groundwork for Her client’s defense, so She intends Her next words as much for the ears of the jury as for those of the judge.\u00a0 Oozing confidence, She projects Her full aura on the judge and stares him directly in the eye.\u00a0 “My clients, My friends, and many <\/strong>others as well, find Me<\/strong>…<\/strong>highly<\/strong> motivating and…<\/strong>persuasive<\/strong>.” To this brief introduction, intended to intrigue and, thus, arrest the attention of listeners, She follows\u00a0with a pacing question, “How so, you wonder?”\u00a0 <\/strong>She goes on, deliberately mimicking an infomercial huckster,\u00a0 “I have perfected a unique, multi-modal model of interpersonal communication through which I am able to motivate clients to achieve more, often far more, than they think they can.\u00a0 My methods are organic and holistic. They focus on achieving an energy balance along the symmetrical meridians of the body that extend from the toes clear up into the mind, aligning and integrating the physical and mental with the spiritual.\u00a0 My method incorporates classical and operant conditioning, neuro-musculoskeletal adjustment and energy aura alignment, all integrated into behaviorally-based therapies that I not only developed but constantly improve and perfect. During the therapeutic process, My clients become inexorably aligned — perfectly aligned — within their minds and bodies but also with Me, their therapist. Moreover, My clients’ objectives also become perfectly aligned with the therapeutic goals I set for them.\u00a0 Once this dual alignment — within the body-mind system of the client and between client and therapist — once this dual alignment occurs, I<\/em><\/strong> am then able to motivate and persuade My clients to attain, accomplish and achieve. As a result of what I have helped them achieve, My clients naturally all come<\/strong> to look forward to My<\/strong> therapeutic sessions<\/strong>, and, of course<\/em>, they all find Me extremely persuasive<\/strong>.”\u00a0 Marquesa notes the judge’s eyes glazing over from the jargon She is throwing at him.\u00a0 Veerry Goood!<\/em>\u00a0 I have him where I want him!<\/em><\/p>\n “Extremely and on occasion, irresistibly persuasive and powerfully compelling,”<\/strong> She continues, Her voice easing naturally into that sonorous, sultry, assertive tone, honed to perfection through years and years of practice, a tone one writer long ago likened to oily swells<\/em>, so soporific that listeners mindlessly descend into a receptive, submissive daze and so narcotic that upon hearing it, Her repeat call-in clients start frenziedly unzipping their pants as they exchange greetings with their Goddess. Together with Her aura and Her stare, She exudes raw power and total command. “<\/strong>Through My persuasive power<\/strong>, My clients — and others — have been able to accomplish, have been able to achieve…far more than they first thought themselves capable, even though at first they often may have been dead set against carrying out — or even undertaking — the therapeutic tasks I<\/strong><\/em> assigned.\u00a0 My powers have <\/strong>helped, have on occasion overwhelmingly compelled…My clients and My friends to overcome inertia, non-compliance, even unwillingness.”\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n With Her back to the courtroom so that only the judge, and no one else present, can see what She is doing, Marquesa brings Her hands up to Her chest, as though She were going to use them to punctuate Her speech, and,<\/strong> with seeming absentmindedness, She oh so slowly, sensually, delicately begins to stroke the middle finger of one hand with the fingertips of the other, as though pantomiming an act that doesn’t commonly occur in courtrooms.\u00a0 She wants this visual stimulus subtle, beneath his conscious awareness yet still sending a powerful subliminal message to His Honor.\u00a0 To preclude him from interrupting Her summation, She wants him under her thumb.\u00a0 While She talks, the last place She wants his active engagement is in this case; instead, She wants his mind fixed firmly on sex, on his own pleasure.<\/p>\n \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0“My irresistibly persuasive and motivational powers,” <\/strong>She continues, “have enabled My clients to <\/strong>control <\/strong>the strongest, most stubborn, deep rooted defiance;\u00a0 have moved, motivated, compelled <\/strong>clients to<\/strong> overcome<\/strong> their most deep seated fears and conscious resistance, have enabled Me to <\/strong>overcome <\/strong>and control and, ultimately, to master them<\/strong>selves — <\/strong>their apprehensions and fears and, most gratifying and pleasing<\/strong> to me, to unconsciously yet instantly respond to and <\/strong>obey<\/strong> my instructions<\/strong> in carrying out the challenging, difficult therapeutic tasks and in achieving the challenging goals I<\/strong><\/em> assign them. That’s right,<\/em> My goals become their goals.<\/em>\u00a0 And, eventually, My clients want to please Me, <\/strong>because they come <\/strong>to learn that My pleasure becomes their pleasure, <\/em>so by<\/strong> pleasing Me, they please themselves<\/strong>.\u00a0 I take<\/strong> the utmost pleasure <\/strong>in cases when<\/strong> in the end<\/strong>, all clients who initially resist Me\u00a0 yield completely;<\/strong>\u00a0when they see Me<\/strong>, they all submit to My voice<\/strong>, suc<\/strong>cumb to My will, <\/strong>they all come<\/strong> around to My way of thinking, come<\/strong> around to My way of doing things.\u00a0 Often, just the mere sight of Me makes them<\/strong> come<\/strong> around again and again<\/strong> to carry out My<\/strong> difficult, challenging \u00a0 assignments<\/strong>.\u00a0 And afterwards<\/strong>, when they have achieved My goals, deep down inside<\/strong> they feeel…veery differently<\/strong> about themselves — and about Me<\/strong>.”<\/p>\n As Marquesa’s words take hold, the judge suddenly experiences an inexplicable, powerful stirring in his loins.\u00a0 Could this feeling arise from Her proximity?\u00a0 From Her compelling aura?\u00a0 Given Her carefully modulated, sultry, narcoleptic voice, perhaps She should call herself Narq-uesa<\/em>.\u00a0 Anyway, looking the judge intently in the eye, She goes on, “If Your Honor would think about what I’ve just said, then<\/strong> I think you <\/strong>may understand and appreciate<\/strong> my <\/strong>motivational and persuasive power <\/strong>and that you will <\/strong>agree<\/strong> with Me<\/strong> that I will represent the defendant most capably.\u00a0 Tell Me now<\/strong>, Your Honor, you would agree<\/strong>?”<\/p>\n “Yes, yes…that makes sense,” the judge replies.\u00a0 His initial skepticism seems somehow to have faded away.\u00a0 And as he regards Her standing before him, subconsciously, as though it had a mind of its own, his right hand — his gavel hand — drops to his crotch and, through the folds of his robe, his fingers begin to massage the tip of his cock.\u00a0 By fixing his mind (and his hand) firmly on his cock, Marquesa has effectively blunted any unwanted interruption from him that could disturb Her forthcoming address to the jury.<\/p>\n “Of course<\/em>, I thought Your Honor might agree<\/strong>,” says Marquesa, the trace of a complicit smile on Her face.<\/p>\n Her carefully chosen remark returns his attention to the courtroom.\u00a0 Remembering where he is, a sudden thought crosses the judge’s mind.\u00a0 He looks over to the prosecutor, “Are the People willing to accept this change in counsel for the defense?”<\/p>\n Inwardly thinking, No way this bimbo can deliver a workable summation, much less get this loser off the hook. After She fails miserably, I can hang another scalp from my prosecutorial belt<\/em>, the district attorney half-rises from his seat and responds, “The People have no objection.”<\/p>\n Didn’t think you would<\/em>, thinks the judge, nodding at the prosecutor, “Very well.”\u00a0 He turns to Marquesa, “Madam, you’re now counsel for the defense.\u00a0 Do you require time to prepare?” [Please, oh please, give me a few minutes so I can obtain release.<\/em>]<\/p>\n “Give me a few minutes<\/strong> to confer with the defendant, Your Honor. Then we’ll be ready to proceed.”<\/p>\n “Will fifteen minutes be enough, Madam?”\u00a0 he asks, hopefully [Translation:\u00a0 Please, PLEASE say<\/em> Yes!].\u00a0 <\/em>From the tone of his voice, Marquesa knows he’s asking Her permission in how he is to proceed, which means She has effectively taken control of the trial.\u00a0 Goood!\u00a0 Veeery goood!<\/em><\/p>\n “Thank you, yes, Your Honor, more than enough.”<\/p>\n “Very well.\u00a0 Court is temporarily adjourned.\u00a0 These proceedings will reconvene in fifteen minutes.”\u00a0 His cock dripping with pre-come and feeling a growing, uncontrollable need to jerk off, he rises and leaves the court for a quick break.\u00a0 Whether fortunately or not, the bench and his judicial robe hide an enormous erection…<\/p>\n <\/p>\n —————————————<\/p>\n <\/p>\n What’s happening?\u00a0 And how did Marquesa, of all people, end up channeling Perry Mason, here, in this courtroom?<\/p>\n The defendant, whom we’ll call Armand, has been a boy-toy of Marquesa’s for a long, long time.\u00a0 She liked him from their first session, and over the lengthy course of their relationship, he’s been an obedient, loyal, and respectful subject, adoring of his Goddess.\u00a0 She has found him kind and considerate, a man without a mean bone in his body.\u00a0 He possesses a great sense of humor; also, he’s generous, if anything, generous to a fault, as we will soon see, and this is a side of his character She appreciates greatly.\u00a0 Plus, he’s an excellent hypnotic subject, willing and receptive.\u00a0 She has had great fun with him, and he has given Her much enjoyment and even more pleasure; so much, in fact, that he has become one of Her very favorite playthings.\u00a0 She refers to him with real affection as her Zom-Boy<\/em>.\u00a0 Lastly, She has found him scrupulously honest.\u00a0 For Her, both as a subject and a human being, he embodies the best of all worlds, and so when She hears that he and another man had been indicted for narcotic trafficking and money laundering, both felonies, She simply cannot believe Armand could have committed them.<\/p>\n By way of background, an old friend of Armand’s had incurred heavy gambling debts, and his creditors, wanting their rightful payoff, vigorously demand that he pay up — or else.\u00a0 Knowing these boys play for keeps, he desperately seeks to extricate himself from his self-inflicted financial extremis<\/em> by applying for a hefty loan.\u00a0 With the borrowed funds, he will venture abroad, purchase and resell DEA-disapproved substances to street buyers, raking in enough cash to pay off his creditors and extricate himself from hot water.\u00a0 Alas, our borrower’s scheme, risky in the extreme, falls through, and he joins a long, ignominious list of get-rich-quick wannabees (e.g., John DeLorean) who proceeded him down this same road in seeking instant richesse.\u00a0 The borrower gets arrested, the cops seize his entire narcotics stash, and he has already been tried, found guilty and sentenced (with an appeal pending, of course).\u00a0 During their investigation, the cops check out the borrower’s finances, which they speedily find to be almost non-existent, and it takes them no time at all to stumble across the loan he used to underwrite his pharmaceutical investment.\u00a0 And there, at the bottom of the loan application, appears the signature of a co-signer, Armand’s.\u00a0 With his signature — and it is<\/em> his signature — decorating the loan application, the cops, not unreasonably, presume Armand complicit in this sordid affair, and so they quickly come knocking on his door, haul him off, and, despite his bleating protests of innocence, indict him as an accomplice, a co-conspirator.\u00a0 This narrative surfaced in testimony during the trial’s first day.<\/p>\n Because Armand is one of Her favorite subbies, Marquesa canceled Her conflicting appointments and obligations and made it a point to be present at his trial.\u00a0 A few minutes after the proceedings started, She slipped unobtrusively into court and found an empty seat a couple of rows behind Armand.\u00a0 He didn’t see Her enter, didn’t even know She was present, until the court adjourned for lunch, when he turned around and spied Her as he was being led away.\u00a0 His look told Her that he was scared, and Her intuition told Her he was not guilty.\u00a0 His fears seem well founded.\u00a0 As though to confirm them, the unspoken sense among courtroom attendees seemed to suggest him guilty as charged, and during a brief break, Marquesa even overhears a pair of spectators wondering how long a holiday Armand can expect to spend up the river.\u00a0 Yet to Marquesa, the prosecution’s case seems fishy because the crimes with which Armand has been charged seem so far out of character for him.\u00a0 And She knows him extremely well, both at the conscious and sub-conscious level.\u00a0 No,<\/em> She thinks, this doesn’t add up, and I fear Armand is being railroaded on a bum rap.<\/em><\/p>\n By mid-morning of the second day, all evidence has been presented, the prosecutor has delivered his summary (which, Marquesa grudgingly conceded, was pretty good), and the defense counsel was set to proceed with his summary.\u00a0 Marquesa doesn’t think much of his efforts so far, because he did a poor job both in questioning the witnesses and in poking holes in testimony unfavorable to Armand.\u00a0 Poor Armand seemed to think so, too.\u00a0 He would turn to look back at Marquesa, a piteous, stricken look on his face.\u00a0 None of this passed Her notice.<\/p>\n As the trial progressed, Marquesa studied the jurors closely.\u00a0 Most seemed absorbed in the proceedings, but being human, their gaze occasionally wandered around the courtroom.\u00a0 One middle aged woman, a real pickle-puss, clearly thought Armand guilty.\u00a0 She saw Marquesa, their gazes met briefly, and She frowned disapprovingly.\u00a0 Others noted Marquesa in passing, and then their attention casually moved on around the courtroom or back to the proceedings.\u00a0 However, two jurors, a man and a woman, took more than passing notice of Her, even though She had dressed conservatively, even austerely, showing up in a black pantsuit, opened just enough to reveal a hint of decolletage, and black leather ankle length boots with two-inch heels. With Her long, flowing blond hair done up in a severe bun, in no way did She seem the slightest bit out of place; in fact, She could easily have passed for a lawyer. Still, after he noticed Marquesa, the male juror seemed almost congenitally unable to take his eyes off Her.\u00a0 She knows well that wherever his mind is, it certainly isn’t on the trial.\u00a0 At one point, while he ogles Her, She casually raises Her hand and, delicately, almost suggestively, brushes Her fingers across Her top, which, despite its conservative cut, does little to hide what lies underneath, and watches with amused approval his eyes following Her hand movement, then returning back to Her face.\u00a0 She stares intently at him with the barest hint of smile and nodding ever so imperceptibly and synchronizing Her breathing to match his.\u00a0 She bets a swelling is beginning to occur down in his pantaloons, and She loves it, loves the effect She has on men. The woman seemed equally interested in Her, and although Marquesa naturally gravitates toward men, She finds the lady’s attention most amusing and pleasing, and notices that the lady’s breathing had also matched Hers.\u00a0 Hmmm. Very interesting. Wonder if she’s becoming moist between her legs?\u00a0 They both might make excellent subjects, S<\/em>he idly thinks.\u00a0 And so, while the trial drones on, Marquesa alternately gives it full attention and amuses Herself by playing psychological footsie with the two jurors.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n ———————————————<\/p>\n <\/p>\n As she leads Her ‘client’ over to the defense table, Marquesa realizes that getting him acquitted will be a delicate and ticklish task.\u00a0 Naturally, She knows how She will proceed, but She wants the court neither to know what She is doing nor how She will be doing it, so it will behoove Her to approach his defense with great skill — subtly and covertly.\u00a0 A frown of concentration on Her face, She sits Her client down, takes a seat beside him, leans over close to him, throws Her arm around his shoulder, and, softly but intently, commands him, “SLEEP!<\/strong>\u00a0 Sleep quickly and deeply…deeper and deeper..<\/strong>.”\u00a0 To others present, it appears that client and attorney are quietly huddling, an action perfectly normal and fully expected in such circumstances.\u00a0 Because Armand has been well conditioned by numerous previous encounters with his Goddess, he responds instantly to Her command, just as She expects.\u00a0 His eyes close and his head slumps down.\u00a0 “That’s right….veery goood<\/em>…Now, my ZomBoyToy, I am going to ask you a question, and you will answer<\/strong> my question truthfully and without hesitation<\/strong>, won’t you?”\u00a0 Marquesa addresses Armand by his pet name deliberately; She wants to make it clear at the most intimate level at which they communicate that SHE IS IN CHARGE and that HE WILL DO ALL SHE COMMANDS.\u00a0 She will allow him no room for ad-libbing.<\/p>\n “Yes, Goddess.”\u00a0 Yes, he is very well trained.<\/p>\n “Veerry goood<\/em>.\u00a0 \u00a0Are you guilty of any of the charges that you are accused of?\u00a0 Be Honest<\/strong>!”<\/p>\n “No, Goddess.”\u00a0 \u00a0No hesitation in his answer.<\/p>\n “Veerry goood boy<\/em>.\u00a0 Your Goddess is pleased, veery pleased<\/em>…” both because of his innocence and, even more, because Her intuition and judgement regarding his guilt have been spot-on. “Next, I will give you another command, and that is that you will tell me,<\/strong> speaking quietly, and within the next five minutes, you will tell Me exactly what happened<\/strong>.\u00a0 You will\u00a0be truthful, completely truthful.\u00a0 Be brief<\/strong>.\u00a0 Do you understand?”<\/p>\n “Yes, Goddess.”<\/p>\n “Good.\u00a0 Veery Goood.<\/em>\u00a0 Begin<\/strong>,” She commands.\u00a0 He starts to recount the tale of how he ended up in the courtroom.\u00a0 In about six minutes, he finishes.\u00a0 “Veerry Goood<\/em>,\u00a0 You did well, Your Goddess is pleased.\u00a0 In a moment, I will command you to open your eyes and you will open your eyes,<\/strong> but you will remain deep asleep.<\/strong>\u00a0 You will sit up, sit still and remain still.\u00a0 You will look straight ahead, and remain completely silent, saying nothing.\u00a0 And you will continue to do so<\/strong> while I address the jury.\u00a0 You will hear every I say as I address the jury, and you will remain asleep, deep asleep<\/strong>, until I command you to wake up.\u00a0 And NOW open your eyes and remain deep, deep asleep<\/strong>….that’s right, and now look straight ahead<\/strong>…Veeery goood<\/em>…and continue to sleep deeply u<\/strong>ntil I get back to awaken you…”\u00a0 Marquesa has chosen to keep him as still and quiet as possible; She does not want him fidgeting or otherwise attracting the attention of the jurors.\u00a0 She wants their attention on Her, not him, and She wants it undivided.<\/p>\n By now, the judge has returned to the courtroom.\u00a0 Although Marquesa has no way of knowing this, he has masturbated twice in his chambers, and he appears a bit flushed.\u00a0 He looks at Marquesa and asks, “Is counsel ready to proceed?”<\/p>\n She rises.\u00a0 “Your Honor, the defense is ready to continue.”<\/p>\n “Very well.\u00a0 You may proceed.”\u00a0 And this ought to be interesting,<\/em> he thinks.\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n Leaving Her vegetative client, Marquesa rises and slowly and deliberately walks across the courtroom stage to the jury box, almost as if a spotlight were following her.\u00a0 All eyes in the courtroom, save those of Armand, follow Her across the floor, almost as if the room were darkened.\u00a0 She feels this and savors it.\u00a0 But most of all, She’s the center of the jurors’ attention; She has to be because She has planned it so, having purposely primed them, piqued their interest, their curiosity, through Her earlier remarks to the judge.\u00a0 Before She begins to speak, She crosses Her arms defensively, mimicking the resistance of some jurors, and pauses to look each one in turn squarely in the eye.\u00a0 Some look back, a few turn away.\u00a0 The pickle-puss regards Her defiantly, arms crossed.\u00a0 The two jurors with whom She previously flirted eye Her intently, expectantly, almost eagerly.<\/p>\n Very well, this is Her moment.<\/p>\n Marquesa begins, “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, as My presence here before you represents a new development in this case, I know that, of course,<\/em> you must be curious <\/strong>about what I will say and that<\/strong> you are interested <\/strong>[as She talks, She uncrosses Her arms with deliberate slowness and looks directly into the eyes of the man She flirted with], <\/strong>\u00a0<\/strong>that’s right, extremely interested <\/strong>[now looking at her woman flirting partner], in what I have to say, <\/strong>i<\/strong>n everything<\/strong> I have to say, <\/strong>because I am here to show you and convince you of My client’s innocence.\u00a0 Now it may take Me awhile to complete My remarks, so I invite you all to just<\/strong> sit back…<\/strong>[She refolds Her arms on the edge of the jury box and looks directly at the pickle-puss].<\/strong>..<\/strong>and relax <\/strong>[She unfolds her arms]…<\/strong>and listen carefully…<\/strong>[turning now to the man]…that’s right [looking at other jurors], just <\/strong>be comfortable<\/strong> [now looking into the woman’s eyes] and listen<\/strong> to all I have to say…”<\/strong><\/p>\n Marquesa looks around the jury box to survey all the jurors before She continues, “As jurors, of course<\/em> you know<\/strong> your charge, your job is to listen closely to Me, and hear Me out and,<\/strong> after I have completed my remarks,\u00a0just obey <\/strong>your conscience<\/strong>. <\/strong>\u00a0In the name of fairness, I think that, as jurors, all of you will AGREE with Me, <\/strong>that, as I would…SUBMIT <\/strong>to you and you<\/strong> all will SUBMIT TO ME, you would all agree <\/strong>with the idea that the defendant, My client, deserves a fair hearing.\u00a0<\/strong> Of course you would.\u00a0 <\/em>And so all I ask is that as you listen<\/strong> to My explanation of what took place, I believe you will<\/strong> all come to <\/strong>agree with Me <\/strong>on this issue<\/strong>.\u00a0 <\/strong>Moreover, after I have completed My summation, I firmly believe you will find My reasons to <\/strong>acquit My client<\/strong> most compelling<\/strong> and so<\/strong> YOU MUST and YOU WILL VOTE TO ACQUIT; that’s right, <\/strong>when I’m finished with My summation, you will vote to acquit<\/strong>.”<\/p>\n Knowing She has their undivided attention, She pauses a second or two, then continues.\u00a0 “Now I’d like to begin by asking you, first, please, to look closely<\/strong> at the defendant<\/strong>.\u00a0 That’s right, just look at him<\/strong>, and as you look at the defendant…<\/strong>(Armand sits motionless, apparently oblivious to what she is saying.\u00a0 She wants to focus their visual attention, and, more important, She wants to condition them to obey Her requests, which will lead to later suggestions and commands)…As you look at him<\/strong>, I respectfully ask each of you to imagine <\/strong>[to the woman], <\/strong>just imagine <\/strong>[to the man] yourself in his<\/strong> position.”<\/strong> \u00a0While Marquesa speaks, She looks in turn at each member of the panel, but when She says certain key words and phrases, She pauses ever so slightly and looks directly and intently into the eyes of individual jurors, most often at the man or the woman.\u00a0 At one point, She again places herself directly in front of the pickle-puss, leaning, arms crossed, over the barrier separating the jury box from the rest of the courtroom, in the best manner of Clarence Darrow.\u00a0 Masterfully, and with the most exquisite skill, She weaves commands and suggestions into Her ‘summation,’ communicating with all the jurors yet with laser precision with Her chosen two, covertly, indirectly, bypassing their conscious minds but directly accessing their inner minds.\u00a0 None of the jurors, nor, for that matter, nobody else in the courtroom has the foggiest idea what She is doing.<\/p>\n She goes on, “That’s right, just close your eyes<\/strong>\u00a0and<\/strong> imagine<\/strong> for a moment you are in My client’s position.\u00a0 That’s right, it’s as though you are taking his place<\/strong> for a moment.\u00a0 See yourself<\/strong> in his seat, feeel yourself<\/strong> in his shoes.\u00a0 And<\/strong> as you do so, I’d like to take you back in time, that’s right, just go back in time <\/strong>to My client’s house — to your<\/em> house — just go back<\/strong> to the evening the loan papers were signed, to the evening you signed the loan papers.\u00a0 That’s right.\u00a0 And as you go back…just imagine…<\/strong>it’s a Friday, the end of a long week, a long, stressful, tiring<\/strong> week, and not only have you had a long, tiring<\/strong> week, you’ve also just spent a long, tiring<\/strong> day at work, you’ve just come home, and you <\/strong>feel<\/strong> worn out and <\/strong>tired<\/strong> and all you want to do is<\/strong> to relax<\/strong>, <\/strong>just relax<\/strong>, and to just <\/strong>kick back and take it easy<\/strong> for a little while.\u00a0 <\/strong>You pour yourself a drink, maybe another, and then sit back<\/strong> in your most comfortable<\/strong> chair to enable yourself to just <\/strong>relax and release the tensions of the day<\/strong>, <\/strong>and as the drink takes effect, you begin to wind down…<\/strong>feeling much more mellow…<\/strong>the concerns and hassles <\/strong>of the workday start fading away…”\u00a0 <\/strong>That’s right!\u00a0 Go deeeper and deeeper…\u00a0\u00a0<\/em> As Marquesa pauses an instant to survey Her charges, inspiration for a powerful command suddenly seizes Her. \u00a0“As you <\/strong>