In that first case against me, I finally admitted the theft — well they had the recovered diamonds worth 50,000 credits.  I took the big pretty ones, those were in a safer place.  I said in my hearing before the fat judge, “That’s all I got!  The employees must have taken any others.”  It was the others that had clearer’ color and clarity.  Diamonds are really a girls best friend.

A girl has to have some money to get started in life.  One can’t always depend on your parents.  My mother gave up 50,000 in silver, that was crazy, I would have gotten out.  They can’t justify keeping a 9-year-old child in the slammer.  Also juvi jail is a sort of soft slammer, at Christmas I had very good food, and dolls.

Years passed from my caught criminal activities, and I was then once again being investigated by the police.   I was the prime suspect when Eva Crest died.  when a very pretty girl dies there is more of a public outcry for vengeance than when an ass ugly one crokes. 

Eve was blond with long hair and really good teeth and nose, in a dumb bitch sort of way.  She had failed the 12 and 13-year-old federal intelligence tests.  If  Eva failed 3 more years, then at age 16 her ass would be taken to a slave animal facility and sold at auction.  She made a 320 on her 2nd test, and no moron goes up 500 from that, and they keep making the test harder to sort out dumb cows.

It was a Monday morning at Constitution Junior High School in The Villages Florida, and right after our Sacred Morning Readings from Ron Hubbard and our pledge of allegiance to President Lucus and the flag.  Then I was called to the principals office.

“This is Detective Baruka, Lois.”  The principal said, and the detective shook my hand, he had a firm grip.  I gave him a dishrag shake.  I did that without a smile, I had already had plenty of trouble from cops a few years earlier.  They were not my favorite people.

“This is Lois Mitchell detective.”  Principal Graty said.  Mother had sweet talked him to get me into Constitution School.  I didn’t look like a criminal, everybody said I was pretty.

“Glad to meet you Lois,” the detective said.  He was a little obese  man who had a nose mole, big and black.  I wondered why any woman would marry such a mole.  I was taller than him, and he only looked 30 years old, youth is not always beauty.  The principal had pointed to a chair and I sat down.  The detective sat across from me in another soft chair.

“Detective Baruka  wants to talk to you awhile Lois.  I have to go to the cafeteria.”

“What’s all this about.” I said, and the principal didn’t answer except by closing the door behind him.

“Your name came up several times in my investigation of Eva Crest’s murder.  You did know Eve Crest’s family well didn’t you?”

“She was in several of my classes: science, history, health and P.E.” I said.

“Your gym teachers Miss Tony and Reary Bardone say you didn’t get along with her, at least not very well.”

“There was a fight 6 months ago.”

“You beat her to the ground and then kicked her in the face.”

“She pulled my hair and tossed my books on the floor.  I don’t take things like that from other girls, I always take care of myself.”

“It was over Berry?”

“She was jealous, but he picked me over her.”

“You weren’t punished because sh started the fight.”

“Correct.”

“Well you don’t like Berry anymore,”  he said.

“I never did date him, we just talked in school and walked to class together.  I’m only just now 13, and he’s a cute boy, and in all but the last score on the test was great.  His last score was lower than Eve’s  I don’t want to be seen with a just about animal.  Now I just talk on the phone, and walk to class with boys who have a future of remaining boys.”

“I understand, but have you seen Eva Crest in the last 2 weeks?”

“No we don’t speak.  How did she die?  No one seems to know.”

“She lived near you.  Did you know where she lived?”

“I think her house is the big bluish grey house with white shutters on Rasberry Street.”

“That’s right her mother said she walked home with you from school, very often.”

“Well a crowd of us walked home and my way home was by her house, but she walked with 30 or 50 of us everyday.  She usually walked in the back of the bunch with the other black patch retards.  the ones who didn’t make decent grades on the test.”

“Did you call her a retard?”

“No sir, that’s just what she was.”

“Why would so many people suspect you of killing her?”

“How could I know, but I didn’t do it, and some people know I’ve been in juvie jail before, and so I’m a natural suspect.”

“When I’ve asked others your age, ‘Do you know anyone who would hurt Eva?’  They don’t even hesitate, but call your name.”

“Talk is cheap.”

“Where were you last Wednesday night?”

“As usual I was home doing my homework.  We get tests on Friday and can’t take the tests unless we’ve turned in all the weekly homework.”

“You  lied to the police last time you broke the law and was caught.  Said you didn’t rob the diamonds in the jewelry store.”

“I was nine!”

“You were seen by the camera.”

“Not picking up the diamonds, just my back at the counter where I was standing.”

“Your mother recovered the diamonds from a hole in your wall in a room at your house.  You admitted that theft.”

“I had to, in order to get out of jail.”

“The jewelers insurance company is still trying to find the 3 biggest diamonds.”

“How do I know, I was only 9  years old then.”

“Now your 13, and a girl is dead.”

“A worthless girl.”

“The 16-year-old test isn’t everything.  It’s still murder to kill anyone still free.”

“No one with a 320 on the 2nd test ever reached 500 on the last test.”

“I don’t make a study of things that are not relevant to my case.”

“Did anyone tell you that Eva charged 20 credits for her service to boys?”

“No I never heard that , what were the services?”

“Usually a double play, of penis entrance, quick base running, and rod sucking.”

“How do you know that, if you don’t know her well?”

“Everybody in a  school knows the pretty school whores.  Our walk home crowd would diminish before Eva’s house, usually at Ken Brogo’s place on Willow Street for boys that had enough money.  She wasn’t the only girl prostitute, but with low enough grades some girls think, ‘Why not, soon some old man will diddle me exclusively.”

“You think a customer could have been dissatisfied , and killed her?”

“Well I know 5 boys on my walk home crowd  that sampled her pastry — some several times.”

“Who are they?”

“Bennie Morris, Danny Jenkins, Brad Benson, James Cotton and Cris Tanner.”

“Did they seem dissatisfied with the service?”

“They often said she was in a hurry.”

“Anything else?”

“Ken Brogo said he was tired of using his house.  He was afraid one of his parents would come home early and catch them at it.  Ken only got 5 credits per screw or suck.  He didn’t like that much, and things got broke in his room.”

“Did Ken sample Eva’s favors?”

“He didn’t have to pay her, he got it free every day, even when there were not other customers.  He was sort of her pimp.”

“Eve died of a big knife stuck in her back that went into her heart.”

“I’ve never been to Ken’s house but he talks about knives, I think he collects them: swords, and just pig stickers.”

The detective sent me back to class, and there was no hidden camera at Eva’s house.  I didn’t want Berry Badone, and he was almost not a person anymore, but he was going to visit Eva.  Boys all want some part of a girl like the part Eva provided.

I had never been in Eva’s house before and she was in her room late doing exercises to the music of Darrel Mitchel and the Grass Grumps Band.  It was 10 PM and her mother was asleep and I crept in her room wearing gloves and carrying a large knife from her kitchen.  She didn’t even see me, or hear her door come open and before she turned around I put the meat slicing biggest knife in her upper back, and turned it around to make sure that it got thru the ribs.  I had plastic tied over my shoes so I wouldn’t leave any footprints.  I had never killed anything before, and she went down right there, flop on the floor.  The knife was very sharp, and went in and came out easily.  There was blood all over, but none got on me, or even on my plastic gloves, or shoe covers.  I went in and came out quickly, with the music playing over and over.  I think I whispered, ‘Exercise over.’ as I left.

I wrapped the knife in a school newspaper by the door, Eve had it right by the door, and it came out that very afternoon.   She probably had not read it yet.  I carried the knife wrapped in newspaper to Ken Brogo’s house and put the bloody thing under his front porch.  I had to carry it carefully so no blood would spill on me.

Some of Ken’s friends went to the trial and told the jury what a great guy Ken was.  Of course they were asked by the prosecutor about Ken’s pimping business.  Everyone thought Ken would be hung or shocked to death.  It was up the judge.  Just before the verdict went to the jury Ken plead guilty, with a plea of manslaughter.  He was sentenced by Judge Patterson a circuit judge from Leesburg to slavery for life.

Fifteen years later I had almost forgotten about my 1st murder.  It was the only one I had not gotten rich on.  All I got was some satisfaction and the fun.

Well I was in Dr. Anson’s office in Ocala to have some dental work.  Standing next to me a well dressed woman in her late 60′s was Ken Brogo with a slave uniform on and an iron collar around his neck.  When Ken’s female owner was next to go into the office she tied his leash to the chair where she had been sitting, and left him in the waiting room.  No one else was in the room but Ken and I.  For awhile nothing was said then he said, “Mistress I’m Ken Brogo and I remember you from school.  Your name was Lois Mitchell then.”

“that’s right you were that boy who murdered Eva Crest.”

“Yes mistress I was sentenced to slavery because of that.”

“Well it looks like you ended up with a cushy job, because this dentist is not cheap.  You got lucky that your not working on a farm somewhere pulling a manure cart.”

“I drive the car for Mrs. Veantor my owner.  At first when I was purchased at the court I was her companion, but at age 28 I am past my prime as she sees it, and she had two new houseboys age 13 and 17 that she now uses as companions.  I sleep in the cold garage and guard her car.”

“Well this is Florida, and it’s not always cold here.  Anyway I thought I saw diamonds on her fingers as big as mine.  She is a married woman isn’t she?”

“Yes mistress, her husband is important and visits her every week or two, her companions sleep in bed with her.”

“They are all fixed aren’t they?”

“Oh yes, all her male slaves have been castrated.  She had LeRoy the shoe repairman on Nextus Streetl cut mine right in the repair room, maybe a week after the trial.”

“I myself own four male servants at home, all animals who failed the 16 year old test.  I am handy with knives and I removed their balls myself in my downstairs kitchen.”

“Not many women would have the stomach to do that.”

“”I’m just curious Ken what did your owner do to her previous driver when she demoted you from her bed?”

“I drove her to Legal Trader, the slave market on Main Street in Leesburg and I helped her walk him in and she got 50 silver credit notes for him.”

“How old was the slave she got rid of?”

“About my age or younger.”

“So your time is about up, in a slave market you will probably most likely be sold to a farm or for medical experiments.  They use older slaves for body parts.

I might be interested in owning you, for old times sake, if your good with your tongue, if you know what I mean?”

He stuck out his tongue and had a rather interesting big one.  “I spent many nights between my mistress’s legs.  Many times I slept the entire night right inside her.”

“That’s the qualification I was wondering about and did she get satisfied by your tongue insertions?”

“Oh yes mistress she bought two boys to replace me, they are younger, but it take two so far.”

“Were they criminals like you?”

“Oh no mistress I was the only criminal she ever bought and the judge was her friend, and told her, ‘I don’t think this boy did it.  But he pled out and had to be sold.’ She only paid 10 credits for me as a criminal.  The new boys she paid over 100 credits each.”

Then I didn’t say anything for awhile and finally he said, “Please buy me from this mistress.  I will do anything to please you.  I will use my tongue as well as I can, and really try my best to make you happy.  You are more beautiful now than in school.”

“You might do better taking your chances with medical experiments or farm work than coming to my house.  My husband and I agree to  keep slaves on a very low level around us.  It is not at all like the modern 27th Century in our household.  We like chains and cuffs, and use them on all our slaves.  I don’t often even uncuff my boys at night to use their hands.  I am satisfied by tongues, and lips.  I often whip and brand.  We don’t let any slaves talk except to us.  They can talk to us only with permission.

“Please buy me from her mistress.  I don’t mind sliding on my knees before a woman of your beauty and culture.  Of course a gentle woman like you have to control male slaves.  I understand my duties, please buy me.”

“With make slaves they slide around on the floor, licking my feet.  I use hobbles on legs, and insert tracking devices in legs and arms so running away is impossible.  I especially liked the way your mistress tied your leash to the chair, and your afraid even to go pee.”

“Oh please buy me mistress!” he said.

I bought him for, “ old times sake.,”  I said.  I left him tied to the same chair until I left and walked him to my car.  As he crawled around on my floor at home I knew for sure that crime does pay.

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Written by Ray Cates  Please leave comments here, or e-mail author at: rcates2@cox.net   My fax number is: 1-352-629-1573

Two other stories with links are: http://unsightlyteeth.wordpress.com   and  http://goconstitution.wordpress.com

In 1961 he was part of the invasion force at the Bay of Pigs in Cuba.

He graduated from the University of Florida with a BAE and MA and also from Blackstone School of Law with a LLB.  He also attended Stetson University and Liberty in graduate counseling studies.

He taught at the University of Florida as a graduate  student.  He also taught at Webster College in Ocala and at City College in Gainesville Florida.  He has taught in a long list of secondary schools in Marion, Lake and Sumter County Schools.  He owns Oceans High School that operates all over the United States.  http://oceanshighschool.com