Just a Country Girl

"Can either of you think of any reason you were targeted?"

"I am involved in an investigation. I reported my boss' son for raping me. My boss is a very powerful person and any threat to that power could cause him to take radical action. I'm afraid that's the only thing I can think of."

"Very well, we'll look into that."

A quick search of the man produced the weapon. "Do you mind if I have a look?" Huw asked. He produced a pen from his pocket that he stuck in the trigger guard. "Hm, you don't see these much any more, a Beretta, sort of gone out of fashion of late but in their time super-reliable and because there is very little recoil, accurate over short distances."

"You know guns then sir?"

"A little, yes. I was in the SAS for a while."

The ambulance arrived and I travelled to the hospital with him. "How can I ever repay you for saving my life?" I was holding his good hand and had no intention of letting it go. I stayed with him while he was X-rayed to locate the bullet and I was still beside him when it was removed. Because it was an easy enough procedure it was decided not to use a local anaesthetic but it still must have hurt because his grip on my hand just about broke every bone in it.

I sat by his bed through the long night, as much because I wanted to be with him and support him, as because I was shit scared to go home alone to my apartment, alone. I have lived on my own for years and have never before been afraid of being alone.

Huw was released early the next morning and I took him home and fed him breakfast before helping him undress and putting him to bed. The sight of his bare chest and muscular shoulders awaken girl urges in me that I hadn't felt for some time, I was going to have to watch myself or I'd fall for him in a big way. Some time during the afternoon as I wiped down the kitchen bench for the twelfth time I told myself that I could do worse and to not be so stupid.

I cooked a dinner straight out of my Nanna's recipe book, grilled lamb chops, mashed potatoes, pumpkin and peas (frozen). He looked at my effort for several seconds before attacking it and pronouncing it, with such false sincerity that he wouldn't be out of place in politics, that it was the best meal he had tasted for a long time.

"You don't have to spare my feelings, I know I'm a crappy cook."

After dinner I took his shirt off and dressed the wound. When I had finished I couldn't resist the urge to hug him and, before he could say anything, kiss him. What started out as a gratitude kiss soon became much more and he responded, his good arm pulling me to him.

With a little persuasion from me he agreed to sleep in my bed, 'so that I could better look after him', which I fully intended to do, especially his sexual needs, and mine. As he stood beside the bed I stripped his trousers from him followed by his shorts revealing, unsurprisingly, his impressive cock. I just had to kiss it, and take it in my mouth, and suck it, and suck it, and, you get the picture. He held me to him as he unloaded into my mouth. There was so much cum that it was all that I could do to swallow it before my mouth overflowed.

In bed I took his good hand and placed it between my legs. He was good, oh my god he was good, the whole of me felt him being good. I know that I'm prattling here but I was so happy I couldn't think straight. His finger, I think it was only one, was inside my pussy doing wondrous things while his thumb was giving my clit a right working over. My orgasm, which wasn't long coming, what I meant to say was that it didn't take long to get there, but when it did it lasted a long time, and was the most intense I have ever had. Injured though he was, he was the answer to my prayers. I had died and gone to heaven.

"You're not who you claim to be are you?" He asked over breakfast.

"What do you mean?"

"You claim to be a country girl and you act as if you're overawed by the city life and your job as a Paralegal with a big law firm, but you're not, are you?"

"I am a country girl and I work as a Paralegal for a big law firm, and that is the truth."

"Stop bullshitting me Tracy or I swear I'm out of here and you're on your own." So I told him the truth. "Yes I was born in the country but I left there years ago to pursue my Law studies. I am a fully qualified lawyer working in the legal section of the Workplace Relations Commission and I am currently investigating Blenkirons for failing to follow up on complaints of a sexual nature against Peter Blenkiron and I am hoping to get evidence that they actually destroyed records of complaint. I'm currently keeping a low profile until the commission hearings begin."

"I'll accept that."

"I'm glad because if you left I would be the most miserable person alive."

Because of his injury we had to make love in positions that didn't place a strain on his injured shoulder. I straddled him, that was nice, I could control my pleasure with my hip movement and the speed that I moved, and I don't know whether it was the position or the man, when I came it was with such force it literally took my breath away and I would collapse on him and not move until his cock had fully subsided. Then there was the doggy position, he could manage that comfortably and he was more in control. When I came it wasn't quite the same as when I was on top, don't get me wrong it was still great, but when he came it was him losing control, pushing into me with all his strength as he flooded me with his cum. This man had succeeded in a short time to erase the feelings of loathing toward men that dominated me from the time Peter Blenkiron shoved his cock into me.

When Huw was able to put his weight on his shoulder I insisted that we try the missionary position. It was good, his penetration wasn't quite as far as other positions, I could have improved it by raising my legs and wrapping them around his body, and the orgasm wasn't as strong, but as I explained to him as we lay in each other's arms afterward, "This is my submission to you, you are on top and can control it all, I am sexually in your hands and all I can do is to hold you and kiss you to show my love for you, because I do love you. From this day on I will do as you wish, you have but to ask."

"Tracy, darling Tracy, I love your sentiment here but I can't go along with it. Because I love you, I want our love to be a mutual experience with neither dominating, I don't want to lord it over you, forcing my will on you, I want us to let our hearts, our bodies, and our souls dictate our loving." Now you know why I love him so much. Our lovemaking just got better and better as our love grew.

Two weeks after the shooting several important things happened. The police contacted us to tell us that they were unable to find out who had hired the shooter, the hit was arranged through intermediaries and there were cut-outs at each step. He must have been well paid if he was prepared to take the fall. They did say, off the record of course, that they were certain that Blenkirons had something to do with it and would continue their investigation. The next piece of information was that they had accessed the company's Human Resource database and by tracking the data input, in the relevant files they were able to prove, because each time a file was accessed it left a trail as to time, date, and who was responsible, that records had been deleted at around the same time that was indicated in the affidavits, a cover up had occurred.

The third event was that Huw had gotten so sick of my cooking that he took control of the kitchen, we ate well again. Oh, and the sex was better now that he had almost fully recovered.

When the trial date arrived the Prosecutor had decided that, for dramatic impact, he would save my evidence until last.

The police were the first to give evidence, they told of me approaching them following an incident involving the defendant and one of the Blenkiron employees who had been involved in an accident following a date with Peter Blenkiron. They gave details of our discussions and the decision we made for me to apply for a job, and there was no pressure brought to bear to ensure that I was given the position, the company was unaware of what we were doing, and for me to go on a date if invited. It was stressed that I should not encourage such an invitation.

Peter Blenkiron was the next on the stand. After the usual preliminaries to swear him in and establish that he was who he said he was the questioning began.

"Mister Blenkiron, you work for your father in his law practice, is this correct?"

"Yes."

"And you are a lawyer?"

"Yes."

"Do you get on well with the employees?"

"Yes."

"The fact that you are the son of the Practice owner doesn't affect your working relationship with, particularly the female employees?"

"No, why should it?"

"You don't use your position to pressure these women into going on dates with you?"

"No."

"Tracy Bowman, the young lady that has made these allegations, how did you get on with her?"

"Fine. She was friendly enough once you got to know her, in fact she could be a bit of a flirt."

"You got on so well with her that you invited her to dine with you at your favourite restaurant, is this correct?"

"Yes."

"How did the date go, did you enjoy each other's company?"

"Yes, we got on well, it was very friendly, in fact I had reached the decision that I would invite her out again."

"After you had finished dinner you left the restaurant, where were you going?"

"I asked her if she wanted to go home."

"With you?"

"No, I was thinking that if she didn't want to go home straight away I would take her to a club or something. I didn't want the evening to end just yet. If she wanted to go home I would find a cab for her."

"What was her answer?"

"She said that she was feeling unwell. I put it down to her having a little too much to drink."

"How much had she had to drink, how many glasses of wine?"

"I'm not sure, a few I guess."

"In your opinion was she drunk?"

"She was having difficulty in standing up, so I guess she was."

"So you decided to take her to your apartment and allow her to rest a while until she felt better? Why did you decide on your apartment and not just take her home to her place?"

"My apartment was closer."

"And when you got to your apartment, what happened next?"

"I carried her into my bedroom and placed her on my bed."

"Was she fully clothed at that point."

"Yes."

"Then what happened?"

"As I was about to leave the room to let her rest I heard her say, 'don't go.' And she patted the bed beside her. She wanted me to get on the bed beside her."

"Then what did she do?"

"We were lying there for some time and then she reached across and placed her hand on my genitals."

"So you believed that she was initiating a sexual contact?"

"Yes."

"Did you do anything to discourage this contact?"

"No."

"So you had sexual intercourse?"

"Yes."

"How many times did you have sex, was it just the once or was it several?"

"Several, once we started she didn't want to stop, she just couldn't get enough of me."

"At any time did she say or do anything that would suggest to you that she did not want to have sex with you?"

"No, in fact she gave me the impression that she wanted it."

"When all this was over did you take her home?"

"No. I fell asleep and when I woke up she had gone."

"Thank you, that will be all."

His counsel asked just one question; "In your mind you believed that she flirted with you to encourage you to invite her out and that she initiated the sexual intercourse?"

"Yes."

Then it was my turn. I took the stand and was sworn in. "For the record, what is your name?"

"Tracy Jane Bowman."

"What is your occupation?"

"I am an Investigating Officer for the Commission for Workplace Relations." That threw the cat among the pigeons. The Defence Team were suddenly very much interested, up until now I was just another girl who had made accusations against Peter Blenkiron and they hadn't thought it necessary to check out my background, and following me wouldn't have given anything away because I was on indefinite leave for the duration of the trial, I wasn't going to my office.

"What does your job involve?"

"I investigate complaints made by employees on such matters as non-payment or under-payment of wages, workplace bullying, harassment, and importantly, inappropriate sexual behaviour between employers and employees."

"When did you begin investigating the defendant?"

"The Commission had begun investigating about eighteen months ago, there had been several complaints. About six months ago there was an unfortunate incident involving a girl, Christine Redman, Chrissie to her friends. She appeared outside the defendant's apartment building in the early hours of the morning and in a dazed state. She wandered onto the road into the path of a passing car. She was badly injured and has remained in a coma in hospital ever since. The investigating police were curious as to why she should happen to be where she was at that time and in the condition that she was in, so they questioned her friends and work colleagues from whom they learned that she had been on a date with the defendant. That was when I became involved in the matter."

"Her blood sample taken in hospital revealed, along with some alcohol, the presence of the drug Rohipnol, commonly known as the 'date rape' drug. There was also semen present in her vagina. When questioned, the defendant stated that, yes he had sexual intercourse with her but that he didn't notice anything unusual about the victim's behaviour when she left his apartment."

"I waited at the hospital for several days in the hope that she might recover sufficiently to make a statement. Her treating doctors eventually persuaded me that there was no hope of her ever recovering. I made a promise to her before I left her that I would do whatever was necessary to seek justice for her. I don't know if she heard it or not, but I plan to keep that promise."

"What did you do then?"

"I approached the police and spoke with Detective Sergeant Wilson who is in their Special Victims Unit that investigates rape, among other things. I explained to her what I was investigating and its status, that I had been unable to gain enough information to prosecute the Blenkiron Company for failing to act on the complaints levelled at the defendant by some eight female employees. We had been thwarted by the lack of evidence. We had reason to believe that the complaints had been removed from the personnel files."

"After much deliberation it was agreed that I should seek employment with the Blenkirons to see if the defendant would invite me on a date and if he did, how we would proceed. I had the qualifications for the job and the next time a position was advertised I applied for it and was successful. I made sure that I had little contact with the defendant and did nothing to encourage him in any way. Within a week I received an invitation from the defendant to go out on a date with him. I accepted."

"Your Honour, the Defence objects to the evidence that this witness will give on the basis of entrapment."

"Over-ruled. For me to disallow this evidence on entrapment grounds the witness will have had to, in some way, by her behaviour toward the defendant or some other factor or inducement, influence him to invite her to ask her out on a date. She has just given evidence that she did nothing to encourage him to issue such an invitation."

"From our investigations we knew which restaurant he would take me to so we set up a surveillance team to gather evidence. When he told me that he would take me home I excused myself and went to the ladies toilet. While I was away from the table the defendant was observed putting something in my glass of wine. Detective Sergeant Wilson recorded this incident and, when the defendant went to the toilet himself she took the contents of my glass for chemical analysis. It was subsequently found to contain a significant quantity of Rohipnol."

"When we left the restaurant I complained of feeling unwell and the defendant suggested that, instead of him taking me straight home, I should accompany him to his nearby apartment and rest there until I felt better. When we got there he took me into his bedroom and had me lie on his bed. It was here that, thinking that I was under the influence of the drug he had administered, he raped me."

"Objection!" the Defence Counsel was on his feet.

"On what grounds?"

"Rape has not yet been proven."

"Over-ruled. I would have thought the mere fact that your client administered a drug to the witness was a clear indication that he was prepared to go to any length to ensure that she did not resist his sexual advances, and that to me constitutes a rape."

"And you have evidence of this rape having taken place?"

"Yes. After he had me lie on the bed he left the room for a short time. During his absence I got up from the bed and placed my purse on the dressing table and activated the small camcorder with an infra red lens to record the events. The defendant came back into the room and took a pill from a drawer and went into the bathroom where he poured himself a glass of water and took it. He returned to the bedroom where he began to caress my breast."

"Did you do anything to stop him?"

"I said 'don't', in fact I said the word 'don't' several times during the time that he was raping me."

"Your Honour, if it please the court we would like to tender as evidence the video recording of the incident. We will not show the full two hours but we will pick up the action where the defendant first begins to caress the witness' breast. If the jury requests to see the entire recording we will provide it." Twenty minutes of the video was shown. "If you have listened carefully you will have heard the witness say the word 'don't' several times. She in fact said that word thirteen times but the defendant persisted."

"That is a very radical step, allowing yourself to be raped just so you could get evidence against the defendant. What did you do after he raped you?"

"I waited until he was asleep and left the apartment. I proceeded to the police station where a sample of the semen was taken for DNA analysis, then I cleaned myself up and went home. When I got to work I immediately went to the Human Resources Department where I lodged a formal complaint against the defendant. At first I was told that, as the incident happened outside working hours and the workplace, they had no jurisdiction and could do nothing about it. I pointed out to them that the defendant had used his position within the company to encourage, in parenthesis, me to accept his invitation. Some time later I was called to the office of Mr Blenkiron Senior where an effort was made to get me to withdraw my complaint. This is when the police came in."

The Defence Counsel crossed out the words 'consensual sex' from his points to raise.

The Defence Counsel tried to discredit my evidence with little success so he tried one final time. "Ms Bowman, you stated in your evidence that you pretended to be under the influence of a drug, why did you deem that to be necessary?"

"The defendant would have realised from my demeanour during the course of the evening that I was in no way interested in him sexually, so it was necessary for me to resort to this subterfuge." I decided to rub it in. "I mean to say, if you were a woman would you have sex with that slimy little turd unless you were either drunk or stoned?"

"Objection! I ask that the last remark be stricken from the record."

"So ruled. The jury will ignore that last remark." It was stricken but it was still out there.

In his final submission the Prosecutor didn't pull any punches. He not only emphasised that the evidence was complete and established beyond reasonable doubt that the defendant had doctored my drink with Rohipnol so the I would not resist his sexual advances, and that he had ignored my several attempts to stop him having non-consensual sex with me, but that he lied to the court in an attempt to protect himself, that has guilty of perjury as well as rape.