Jack Johnson; the town’s prosecutor and a were-cat was stirring from bed; waking up while in his fursona, a Siamese/tabby mix with one blue eye and the other amber. He was about to get up when his lover also a were-cat grabbed him and gave him a kiss.
“Now where do you think you’re going,” Mark Hammond a British Shorthair were-cat with golden eyes staring at his lover.
“Got to get ready for work,” Jack purrs; “I still have legal briefs and arguments to prepare regarding Julie Stovall’s initial court appearance.”
“Oh right,” Mark sighing as he lets his lover go; “that’s this Wednesday.”
Both were-cats get up and stretch; Jack heading into the master bathroom while Mark heads to the kitchen still in his fursona and starts breakfast. Thirty minutes later, Jack shows up, freshly showered and dressed, grabs a cup of coffee and a plate of bacon and eggs. Eating while glancing at the morning’s Moon Lake Gazette.
“So it looks like Benton Knight is promising to build a new elementary school,” Jack looking at the front page; “also the Seahawks lost to Green Bay last night.”
“Ha,” Mark grins; “you owe me fifty kisses.”
“I’ll settle up with you after work,” Jack grinning; “plus we have that dinner appointment with your sister Annie.”
“Oh yeah,” Mark remembering; “It’s a pity she never became a were. That new restaurant Grrrrrrr would be a great place to get together.”
Jack grins as he finishes breakfast. Getting up he kisses his lover. “Forty nine more to go,” he grins as he heads out the door. Mark smiles through his cat like muzzle; tail twitching and swaying he cleans up and heads to the master bathroom to shower and get ready for his day. While he did tend the bar from time to time at the were-club; Mark Hammond had a day job as a cook at Moon Lake High’s cafeteria.
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Brett Smithson was up at the crack of dawn at her office reviewing the evidence against her client Julie Stovall; the surveillance footage of her assaulting Eric Anderson and Frieda Knight was damming, guaranteeing her a guilty verdict.
The defense attorney gets up. In her fursona; a were-badger, her body covered in grey fur with white highlights, her head sporting black and white fur. For Brett it was two black stripes of fur running from just under her eyes to her rounded ears at the top of her head. Her ears tipped with white fur, her eyes a dark brown with black pupils.
She looks at a piece of paper detailing Sheriff Cooper and Principal Andrews hearing Julie’s threat to Eric’s parents after she was mirandized and properly arrested. It was this comment that Brett knew the prosecutor was going to use to have Julie tried as an adult. stretching to sigh at the uphill battle she faced; Brett was about to call Jack to see if he was receptive to a deal when she noticed a document that was not normally included in the usual request for discovery motion.
“Julie Stovall was released into her father’s custody prior to arraignment. The reason; Judge Brian Flagg unable to preside for arraignment the following day, due to vacationing in British Colombia Canada. No other judges available. Julie Stovall was fitted with an ankle monitor to ensure she would remain under house arrest,” Brett reads out loud. Putting down the document she heads to her law books and starts researching a motion for a possible sixth amendment rights violation.
“It’s a long shot,” Brett sighs; “but it’s worth exploring.” Looking at the time and seeing her legal assistant will soon arrive; Brett quickly de-furs and puts on her clothes. A matching pair of white undergarments; followed by a black knee length skirt and white blouse. She finishes her attire with a pair of tan colored stockings and a pair of black high heeled shoes.
Heading to the coffee machine to brew a fresh pot; Brett's assistant a recent graduate from Moon Lake College shows up. Wearing a suit from Awareness and holding a travel mug of coffee; the young man looking a little ragged.
"Long night," Brett casually comments.
The assistant just grins as he sips his coffee; "my fiancee and I had a fun night."
Brett chuckles, "well your in for a fun day;" Brett grabbing the document she just read earlier and placing it on her assistant's desk. "A possible sixth amendment violation. I need a legal brief drafted and ready on my desk no later then Tuesday evening."
"Julie Stovall case," the assistant reading the curious piece of paper.
"Yes," Brett answering as she heads back into her office.