(look after the end of part one to see the second and final part!)

(This story, although inspired by the Duke University Rape Case, is entirely fictional. None of the characters in the story are meant to reflect on any actual person. The story is for entertainment purposes only. In reality, it is the author’s opinion that the defendants in the real Duke Rape Case suffered a grave injustice.)

It was one of those large private universities which were known for academics as well as athletics. Also of the athletes, many of whom were on scholarship, that attended, none were more exulted than the Lacrosse Team. It should be noted at this point that this particular college, unlike so many others in the country, was without a basketball team. It had lacrosse, water polo, swimming and diving, as well as several other sports. Interestingly enough though, the sports that were favored seemed to be the ones played by white males.

The lacrosse team was near the end of a winning season, when it was decided to have a big rowdy party, including prostitutes and strippers. Randy, the captain of the team, and a son of a corporate executive, planned on this. He was not noted for his “sensitivity” to either women or minorities. The team had neither. And as a final note, Randy, like the rest of his teammates, hated homosexuals as well.

“Well, Tom, you looking foreword to scoring some bitches”. “Yeah!” was Tom’s reply. We’ll fuck’em good and hard. “That’s right”. The two talked on and on about their future sexual plans. “Yeah, but what if they don’t want to?” “What’s the difference?” The two then laughed at this for the next ten minutes. So young Tom and the team captain Randy talked on and on about what they were going to do to the strippers or prostitutes they were going to hire for their party. (Strippers, or prostitutes, because in the minds of these boys, they were the same-only one charged more. They never took no for an answer.) The two young men continued talking and walking through the campus, up to the sports complex that housed the team’s facilities, and inside they went, down the stairs, and into the restricted area of the team locker room. “You know the code?” “Yeah.” They entered the code to the locked doors, and inside the two went, to change and get ready for practice.

Practice went well that late spring day, and soon all the boys on the team were ready to hit the showers. So they marched, single file, helmets on and carrying their lacrosse sticks, back to their locker room. The door was opened, and in the team marched, joking and laughing all the way in. Soon inside the locker room, the air filled with the smell of sweaty athletic bodies, which, to some, would be repulsive, but to others, inviting. All these tall, perfectly built, eighteen, nineteen, and twenty year old men in a room, preparing to shower after their practice. Lots of loud obscene talk at the same time, as Randy and Tom told the others about the party they were planning for that evening. “I already called some of the chicks…” “Are they hot?” “They fuckin better be, for what we’re pay’in them!” “Oh, shut the fuck up, your old man can spare the change!” “Yeah, he thinks I need the money for my education!” “You do, your sex education!” And so on and so on this locker room banter continued.

By this time someone turned on the showers, and the loud noise of the roar of water flooded the entire room, adding its ambiance, to the atmosphere of sweat and trashy talk that so often is the environment of young men about to engage in the group showers that athletes seem to take more as a kind of bonding ritual than as a hygienic necessity. “Yeah, turn the fucking water on…its always so fuck’in cold when I get in there!” The boys let the showers run for several minutes before even beginning to undress. They hated to walk into cold water. After a few more minutes of trash talk, the topic of “queers” was broached. “Maybe we should roll some fags after the party!” Suggested one of the boys, to the enthusiastic agreement of the others. It seemed that always the topic of homosexuality was brought up just at the time when the team members, almost in unison, started to undress. This almost seemed a way to avoid any finger pointing on the part of anyone, who might be afraid of showing too much interest in the bodies of his teammates. For, truth be told, this was the moment that any closet homosexual would be waiting for-the lacrosse team members were starting to strip. Boots, helmets, blue jerseys, shorts, everything, even jock straps, was coming off. The look of blue and black lacrosse uniforms was fading and being replaced by a solid mass of white flesh, as the perfectly formed, but youthful men of the college lacrosse team stripped themselves completely naked, and proceeded to the shower room, without even picking up their towels. Their bodies were too sweaty, and they were comfortable in the nude, at least in front of each other, that is. (If the reader wishes to pause, feel free, and imagine the procession of totally nude lacrosse players marching to their showers. Their bodies almost uniform in their perfection, from their youthful faces, smooth chests, muscular backs, flat stomachs, well shaped legs, and yes, I don’t mind saying, even their private parts. No one’s penis was overly large, but in youth the sight still seemed delectable. And as they walked past, imagine their smooth, firm buttocks flexing up and down. It is no wonder these boys were worried about “queers” in their locker room!)

After the showers were completed the boys dressed, not before giving each other a few “smacks” on each other’s backsides, though. Why they felt the need to do this after every practice, I’ll never know. But, I sure envy the loud smacking sound each bun made when slapped hard! They were soon dressed and off to their dorms for preparation for the upcoming party. Randy and Tom especially were intent on having a good, dirty, time.

The party that night was a real blast. Around midnight, a black stripper came, and proceeded to undress right in the middle of the entire team! The drunk lacrosse team, especially Randy and Tom, shouted out, “more, more , more, show everything, you slut!!” The woman, who didn’t look half bad, did several things in front of the boys, even bending over and displaying her most intimate private parts. She even spread her cheeks, and gave these guys a good long look at her anus and her vagina, even opening up her lips. The boys on the team were rock hard at this. Both Randy and Tom were starting to experience the sensation of precum on their penises, and being soaked through their tight Calvin Klein briefs, that all these affluent kids seemed to wear.

Finally, Randy, a well-built but not overweight brunette, offered up his organ for inspection by the dancer. He unzipped his fly, and out popped his fairly sizeable, rock hard penis, just slightly oozing a little precum. “Now, you nigger bitch suck, this white man’s Johnson! Don’t you hear, bitch, the ‘Massah’s’ calling you!!!” The other team players got a real laugh out of this. The woman, though, didn’t see the joke, and proceeded to put her skimpy outfit back on. “Where you going, bitch?!” Randy demanded. “Hey, bitch, we fuck’in paid you. You’re not gonna leave now. Stop, you fuckin cunt! Now!” Randy, and soon tall blonde Tom as well were cursing the woman, who was intent on leaving the party because of the obvious racist taunts of these kids, who seemed to think that, just because they paid her, had every right to do whatever they wanted with her. She attempted to leave, but faced a throng of well muscled young athletes who stood between her and the door. “You’re not leaving. You think you are too good, we’ll see about that!” Randy went to grab her by the arm and pull her away, but she resisted, and proved surprisingly strong, even to the young athlete, who like his teammates lifted weights. “Give me a hand, Tom!” Tom hesitated, but decided to help his buddy, and the two soon dragged her, kicking and screaming toward the upstairs bedroom. Some of the team laughed at this; others just stood there in stunned silence, but no one intervened on the woman’s behalf. “Now, bitch, for the real entertainment!” Randy said this as he and Tom dragged the woman upstairs. In a few minutes the others could hear the woman screaming, and the two boys laughing and shouting from the upstairs bedroom. After struggling with the woman for several minutes, they decided to let her go, without having sex. “You aren’t worth the trouble, bitch!” She left, enraged at their conduct. As she left the other boy’s, who made no effort to come to her assistance during the attack, yelled racial taunts at her. She vowed to herself that she would get even for their behavior. So, she went to the nearest police station, and told the desk sergeant that she had been raped.

Down that quiet street, several police patrol cars and a paddy wagon rolled, with their sirens off. In front of the large house, where the team held the party, the police stopped. The sergeant, a large black man with a deep, commanding voice, said, “okay, we know what happened here, let’s do what we know we have to do! She said their names were Randy and Tom. And you know the description. Let’s get them while they’re still sleeping.” The police advanced upon the doors to the house, and using their expertise undid the locked doors, and were soon inside the house. Inside, it was dark, and quiet. It seemed that all the lacrosse team had left after the evenings “action” was over. That is, all but Tom and Randy, who were the hosts of the night’s festivities. They were both upstairs, sound asleep. Several officers, including the large black sergeant, proceeded up the steps toward the two young men’s room.

Inside the room, the police shouted, “wake up…police, we have an arrest warrant for…..(and gave the names of the two)!” Randy, with the sleep still not out of his eyes, rose slightly in the bed, and turned on a nightlight that was right next to him in the bed, on a small night stand. “Hey, what……hey, what the fuck is this?” “Are you Randy Anderson?” “Yeah. Who wants to know?” “The Hillsdale Police, that’s who, you are under arrest for…….” The officer gave a description of the charges and the arrest warrant. By this time, Tom, in the next bed was also beginning to wake up, and was likewise greated by a similar statement. Both young men started to get nervous when they began to realize the gravity of the situation. “You mean, like we’re arrested?” Queried, Randy, whose big brown eyes were starting to get bigger, and whose quivering chin was just about visible under the mini beard that seems so popular with some young men these days. “Come on, let’s go!” “Now?” “Yeah…..now!” The sergeant was getting impatient with Randy, who clearly had a different definition of now than he. “Okay, but just let me have a chance to get dressed. You guys can wait in the hallway….” “Now!!!” Demanded the sergeant, and in one yank, pulled the covers clear off Randy, revealing him nearly naked and only wearing grey low cut jockey briefs. “Hey, what the fuck!” Randy tried to cover himself, but two other officers quickly intervened, and had the young man out of the bed, and they threw him, face down, on the floor. Randy didn’t seem to expect that at all, and fell, uncharacteristically, in a thud, with none of the balance that his chosen sport normally requires. His frame was long, and fairly well muscled. He had a nice tan, and just a little hint of chest hair, good for a college student of only twenty years of age. His legs were long, and clearly well shaped, with just a little brown hair over them. His back was smooth. Any hairiness only separated him from the female of the species, but in no way detracted from his youthful body’s appearance. His bottom, of course, was covered mostly by his grey briefs, but the sight still looked delectable, almost as though the underwear was only worn as a “teaser”. This of course was not the intention of Randy, who was a typical homophobic jock. It was merely the underwear most comfortable for athletic usage, and it provided more coverage than a jockstrap, which no one on the team wore, for that very reason. Before Randy had time to react, his arm was twisted to the breaking point behind his back, and the handcuffs were secured with an authoritative click. “Wait, wait, what the fuck…..my clothes, my clothes!” The protests only resulted in a punch in the flat, slightly hairy stomach, of the lacrosse captain. This doubled the youth over and sent him to his knees. He was yanked, coughing, up again, and kept quiet after that. He was left standing, in his jockeys, with his hands cuffed behind his back, and his one elbow held securely by one of the police officers.

Smooth and blond Tom saw this activity, and gradually his own insecurity grew. After the subduing of Randy, which only took less than a minute, the police turned to him. Although muscular, about the same height as Randy, only a little heavier, the young man’s eyes grew wide open with the emotion of fear in them, which was apparent even in the dimly lit room. Not wanting to provoke the police the way his friend Randy had, Tom simply put his hands up, and stepped out of the bed and stood, hands up and level with his head, in his red plaid boxers. “Turn around, and put your hands behind your back!” Tom complied, and was soon cuffed. Then both boys, heads low in shame, were marched in handcuffs out the door, down the steps, and toward the paddy wagon, still in their “skivvies” . The arrest was done quickly and efficiently, and the big black sergeant praised the other officers for that. “Good job, men, now let’s process these punks downtown!” The doors to the paddy wagon were slammed shut, and off the police cars went, in the direction of the main processing jail for Hillsdale.

The police, cars and paddy wagon, pulled up to the jail. It was a fairly large building, and served as a holding facility not only for Hillsdale, but for every other community in the county as well. “Get out, boys!” A police officer summoned the arrestees, who climbed out of the van, still cuffed and stripped to their underwear, and led them into the facility, up a few steps and through the double doors, to be processed and held inside. The other officers, including the big black sergeant, followed.

Inside the facility were several desks, all piled with paperwork, and sitting in each were either police officers, or male and female secretaries. In all, about thirty people were in the large front office area of the facility. They all seemed to be busy doing something. But when the double doors opened, it seemed as though the room got suddenly quiet. Typewriters stopped banging, people stopped talking, filing cabinet drawers stopped opening and closing. The people, male and female alike, just looked up. There they saw the half dozen or so uniformed officers, not an unusual sight, and the nearly naked arrestees, which was unusual. The police looked back and smiled, even the sergeant, but the two young men-Randy and Tom-looked up in horror at the obvious attention they were being subjected. This was especially true of Randy, whose body was certainly something to be proud of, but who didn’t appreciate being put on display. From head to toes Randy’s frame was firm and well-shaped. He had a nice tan, long legs, a flat stomach, and just enough body hair. He had a little bit of hair on his chest that tapered down to a narrow trail that led to his stomach, then below to his navel, then down to the waistband of his grey low cut Calvin Klein briefs (“yummy!”). His rather narrow face was tanned and handsome, with no lines, his hair, cut short, was brown as were his eyes. As I said before, he had a tiny beard on his chin, the style nowadays. For a second or two, Randy looked back at the eyes upon him, but then turned away. Then he turned his head back and forth, as if by doing this he could make his almost naked frame disappear. It was plain to all in the room that the young man was extremely embarrassed-and terrified. Tom had a similar demeanor. The police clearly enjoyed a huge psychological advantage over the two boys.

At this point a lieutenant, a white man in his fifties with a pot belly and bald head, came over and spoke to the sergeant. “Serge, can you come into my office?” The two men then stepped into a small enclosure and shut the door behind them. They were clearly visible through the windows, which surrounded the lieutenant’s office. “Look, you didn’t even let these kids get dressed? You can’t lead them through here, practically buck naked, in front of every person, male and female, who works or visits here. What will their lawyer say?” “Sir, with all due respect, I think these kids committed a heinous crime and are covering for it. It outrages me to think they will walk because we have only the word of the victim here. Please, let me have some leeway here. I know that I can psychologically break these two smart assed punks.” “Okay, but by tomorrow, if you don’t come up with anything, like a confession, they have to be released!” “Thank you sir. I think one day with them will be all I need; its almost morning now.” Then the sergeant left the lieutenant’s office, and motioned to several officers to accompany him and the two college boys through the large reception office and through a dark hallway in the back and toward the special interrogation rooms, that were isolated, without windows, and were used for questioning and examining suspects. The boys paraded through, their faces showing more and more terror with each step of their bare feet on the cold hard floor. As they walked they wondered what was going to happen to them. Tom wondered if the unbuttoned fly to his boxers would open, and Randy just hoped that his tight low cut briefs didn’t ride up and give him a “wedgie” in front of everybody. Their hands remained securely cuffed behind their backs, increasing their humiliation.

Past the large reception area, the two young men were marched, and down into a long dark corridor, which was lit only every few feet or so, by some pale light bulbs on the ceiling. They all walked past several doors, which were on both sides, and came to an ordinary door marked, “interrogation room”. The sergeant took out some keys, unlocked the door, and soon the two handcuffed suspects, and at least four other police officers, were inside. Inside the room itself, which was not very large, and like the hallway, had a bare floor, were several metal folding chairs, and a wooden folding table covered with a sheet. Over in the corner, the two nearly nude youths saw, was a tripod with a video camera. This gave the boys an ominous feeling. At this time, fortunately, the handcuffs were removed. Tom stood feeling his wrists, and looked down. Randy just stood, arms at his sides, looking around. The sergeant, and the other officers each took up chairs, and all had a seat in front of the two suspects, who were obliged to stand, side by side. At this time Randy spoke up, and asked if they would be given anything to wear. His reply was “later”. When he asked when, the reply was harsher, one of the officers just said, “shut up, and do as you are told!”

For the next ten minutes the officers took turns firing questions at the two lacrosse students, and attempted to trip them up on their answers. Nothing conclusive was learned. Finally the sergeant spoke up. “Okay, my boys, since you don’t want to cooperate, we will have to put you under arrest, and hold you until your lawyer arrives and you post bail! You will now be searched fully!” At this point the sergeant, and one other officer, ordered the two to remove their underwear. They did so, and then were made to bend down, and hand these over to the officers, who placed them on the table. Then they were ordered to raise their hands high above their heads. “No, higher than that! Higher!” Then the police separated into two groups, one for Tom and one for Randy. They surrounded their respective subject, and looked up and down for any evidence of the crime. They were separated at this time, and made to stand at opposite sides of the room. At this time, someone reminded the sergeant, “hey, we had better have this on video!” The sergeant agreed, and soon the video camera was turned on, and the boys were informed that it could cover most of the room, and that the video was needed for “your protection”.

The search of the young men’s bodies continued, only now, frustrated, the police demanded that Randy assume a spread eagled position. This was even more humiliating for Randy, who couldn’t help but notice that the police seemed to be fixated on his genital organs, and on his healthy bush of course pubic hair. Randy was obliged to stand there, motionless, as two police, the sergeant and one other officer stared at his entirely nude body up and down. The sergeant stood in front of Randy, and the other officer stood behind him. They continued, up and down, looking for anything that may suggest the crime. Finally, Randy was allowed to lower his arms, this he did, breathing a sigh of relief. But this positive feeling was short lived, though. For at that point, one of the officers said, “Now, son, pull up your penis!” Randy was stunned. Did he really mean that? He thought. He was not too familiar with strip search procedures and wasn’t sure if this guy was joking-or a pervert. He soon found out. “Look, asshole, I said to pull up your dick. You understand, you dipshit?!” Randy was now starting to tremble. But he did what he was told, and reached down, and grabbed the end of his penis, and pulled it up, for the two officers to inspect. Next he was told to raise his balls. He did this without hesitation. By this time Randy knew where things were going, although he tried not to think about it……

On the other side of the room, Tom was being searched in a similar fashion as Randy. His body, unlike Randy’s, was smooth. His penis, which was smaller than Randy’s, was likewise inspected. He had very little pubic hair. One of the officers even joked. “Believe me kid, you ain’t got nothing to hide!” All the police in the room laughed at that one. Tom, like Randy, knew by now where these police were headed. There was no avoiding it…..Then a knock happened at the door. “Come in!” The door opened, and in walked a fat, middle aged woman, wearing a nurse’s aide’s outfit. “Its about time! We were getting worried.” She smiled, then looked at the two nude, and terrified boys, “did I miss anything?” “No, besides, we have the video. You can even have a copy, to show for ‘educational purposes’. We aren’t forgetting you. I’ll tell you what, since we respect you for coming all the way down here so early in the morning, we will let you do the honors.” “Not just yet, I have a surprise. She is just out of the hospital. You can come in now, honey. With that, in walked a second woman. She was a young African American woman, and she looked familiar…..she was the woman that they had hired! How humiliating! They were performing for her! This was too much, the boys, who avoided this gesture out of fear of looking too vulnerable, couldn’t avoid it anymore. They both, almost in unison, cupped their hands over their genitals. Tom, his face now bright red, seemed even more affected than Randy. Accustomed to be scene in boxers, this state of total nudity in front of the two African American women, degraded him even more than Randy. He not only grabbed his “jewels” but also pressed his knees together, and looked almost like he was play acting, his posture crouched down slightly. But everyone in the room knew that it was not acting, for looking at his handsome, smooth face, topped with short blond hair, everyone could see his eyes fill with tears as he started to cry. The big black sergeant smiled as he saw this. Good, he thought, that is what I want to see. The two ladies also smiled, especially the victim. If I didn’t know any better she thought, I wouldn’t believe this scared young thing was one of the men who “dissed” me. He looks pathetic, she thought, well, I hope he gets what’s coming to him!

The big fat nurse sat down on one of the metal chairs. “Come here, sweaty!” Tom looked up, eyes filled with tears. “You heard her kid. Move it!” At that the big black sergeant grabbed Tom’s arm, almost pulling it away from his genitals, and shoved the young man toward the nurse. “She’s going to examine you! You do what she says, boy! Understand?” “Uhhh…(sob, sob, sniffle), yes…sir.” Tom replied. This brought a big smile from the nurse. She thanked the sergeant for handling the situation so well, and looked up at her prize, who was standing right in front of her. By now he stopped cupping his “jewels”, after all, what was the use?

The tall, muscular, blond lacrosse player was thus made to stand, completely naked, in front of this fat middle aged black nurses aide. The woman, with a smile, did her job well. She examined the young man’s penis, its tip, and the very light touch of pubic hair seen on his groin. She made sure to examine up and down his body as well, and made him, as earlier, raise his arms above his head, and turn around several times. She gave the well built young jock a good going over. You couldn’t say she wasn’t doing her job. Finally, she said, “now, sweaty, turn around, bend over, and open up your cheeks for me.” Tom blushed. He hoped that they forgot about that. Not a chance. Meanwhile Randy looked on, by now well aware of what he, too, was in for.

In the end, both boys went through full body searches, by this woman. They held back their tears during the ordeal, though, and were slowly recovering their composure. But dried tears were still visible on their faces. For the record, both Tom and Randy also had their anuses examined by the woman. All the while their accuser, her own private parts wet by now, looked on. It was a once in a lifetime sight-the visual humiliation of two arrogant college lacrosse players. It made her humiliation at that party well worth it! Oh, she thought, to see a naked young white college athlete bend over and spread his butt cheeks….yummy! And just. She was, by ogling, actually raping them with her eyes.

Finally, the sergeant, who made sure the video camera was capturing all the action, spoke up. “Nurse, we will have to gather some evidence of this crime. We will need samples of both their pubic hair, and of their semen.” The two boys looked at each other in horror. “Fine”, replied the nurse’s aide, “let me get some things.” She reached into a small medical bag that she was carrying, and got some tiny plastic bags, and some scissors. She summoned Randy first. The tall, brown haired man had ample body hair for a male his age. This included his pubes, which were a thick bush. Although he wouldn’t admit it, this was a source of pride to him in the locker room and showers. Since he had already been examined by this woman he didn’t hesitate about stepping foreword to be asked to sacrifice a few pubic hairs. When he did so, the woman, like an inexperienced barber, started chopping away. Randy stepped back, surprised. “Wait!” “What are you doing?” This only brought on a loud command from the big black sergeant to get back to his place, and submit to the sample collection. He did so, and she continued cutting. Randy didn’t want to look down, but had to, briefly. He noticed, in horror, that his groin was now practically bald! With his tan that was evident elsewhere, the skin in this particular location looked almost pale white, and was obvious even from far away. He felt thus even more emasculated, and as a result tears came welling up and he started to cry. Tom went through the same procedure, although the damage was less obvious on him as he had little body hair to begin with. The nurse, however, made up for this by going on and on about the lack of development in his sexual organs. This eventually had the same impact as the shearing did to Randy. The victim, meanwhile, started to giggle. As far as she was concerned, this show made everything worth it.

Now, the sergeant, as a final humiliation, saved the best for last. “Now we will need samples of their semen, remember?” He handed each young man a plastic cup, with their name on it. “Use these.” Randy, still shaken, spoke up. “Okay, sir, uhh, where is the bathroom?” “Bathroom?” “Uhh…yeah, I mean, you know, for…..” “Ha, ha ha, you don’t think that you are going to use a bathroom, do you? You will do it right here! For all of us to see! And the video camera to record the event for posterity! We need the video for training purposes, plus the public wants to see what is really going on!” Tom and Randy started to cry again, uncontrollably this time. They pleaded, and pleaded. “Please, no, no sir, we’re sorry, please, not that, it won’t happen again, please, sir, please!” But the sergeant, the cops, and the two ladies, especially the victim, would have none of it. “Start jerking off! Now! You don’t get out of here until we have a sample! You’ve got five minutes!” Neither Tom nor Randy had erections. The sergeant gave them five minutes to ejaculate, or he would jail them both for lack of cooperation, and put them with “bubba”.

So, with tears in their eyes, and faces bright red, both lacrosse jocks started masturbating. It was a job, because in their nervousness, and lack of privacy, their penises wouldn’t seem to cooperate. Randy’s, although larger initially than Tom’s, actually seemed to shrink a little. The lack of privacy was really turning them off, so they continued at a feverish pace. “Uhh, uh, uh, uh, uh” said Randy. “Ah Ahh Ahh Ahh” said Tom. Soon both their faces, and even their chests and stomachs were getting reddened. And remember, it was all being filmed! “Four minutes!” More hard work. Finally, erections started to form on the boys. “Four minutes and twenty seconds!” Desperate, the two were now banging their meat, and practically screaming. “AAAAHHHHH!!!!, AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” You would have think they were being tortured. “Four and forty seconds, Bubba’s getting ready!” Desperation! Screaming and pounding their meat. The women couldn’t believe it! Wow! What a show! Even the male officers were starting to get turned on! Finally, Randy shot a load, followed by Tom. They tried to catch as much of their loads as possible, but made a mess on the outside of their cups.

Out of breath, panting hard like he just went a marathon, Randy, between gasps of air, said, “okay…(pant pant pant) here it is…(pant pant)…here (pant)…here, sir.” Randy handed over his cup, followed by Tom. “Thanks, guys, you did real well. Unfortunately, you were just one second late.” Then he turned to one of the other police officers…. “Okay, officer, get these two ready for transport to the County Prison! Bubba won this one! Ha ha!” Randy stood there, looked at Tom, who looked back. Then, in unison, they both started wailing again, this time more like little girls, than scared young men, and then they just fell to their knees and continued crying, and crying.


…….to be continued…..in prison!