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First witness: The Defendant.



Yes, I was involved with him.

Is that a crime?



No ma’am.

You said “involved”,

could you be more specific with your generality?



We were lovers, but not

in a sexual sense. You see,

I really was in love with him.



And when you say “in love”,

exactly what kind of love do you mean?



Why, how many loves are there?

Every move, every glance, every word-

each were planned vigilantly, with

extensive thought and unashamed hunger.

Do you know of another kind?



If you don’t mind, I’ll be the one

who asks the questions.

Did he return these feelings?



Well I really cannot say; one would

assume he felt something. Everything you

want to know about a man is in his touch.



And exactly what was in his touch?



Warmth. Tenderness. Something I had not

experienced until he came along.

Surely there were others who watched

me with desire in their eyes,

but none like his. There was something more,

something unexplainable in his stare; it was

almost approval, if not acceptance.



No more questions.