ikkle old lady…

Little Old Lady In Court…
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>Defense Attorney:
>Will you please state your age?
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>Little Old Lady:
>I am 86 years old.
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>Defense Attorney:
>Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened the night of April
>1st?
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>Little Old Lady:
>There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch on a warm
>spring
>evening, when a young man comes creeping up on the porch and sat down
>beside me.
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>Defense Attorney:
>Did you know him?
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>Little Old Lady:
>No, but he sure was friendly.
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>Defense Attorney:
>What happened after he sat down?
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>Little Old Lady:
>He started to rub my thigh.
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>Defense Attorney:
>Did you stop him?
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>Little Old Lady:
>No, I didn’t stop him.
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>Defense Attorney:
>Why not?
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>Little Old Lady:
>It felt good. Nobody had done that since my Abner died some 30 years
>ago.
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>Defense Attorney:
>What happened next?
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>Little Old Lady:
>He began to rub my breasts.
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>Defense Attorney:
>Did you stop him then?
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>Little Old Lady:
>No, I did not stop him.
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>Defense Attorney:
>Why not?
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>Little Old Lady:
>His rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven’t felt that
>good
>in years!
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>Defense Attorney:
>What happened next?
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>Little Old Lady:
>Well, by then, I was feeling really “spicy” that I just laid down and
>told
>him “Take me, young man. Take me!”
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>Defense Attorney:
>Did he take you?
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>Little Old Lady:
>Hell, no! He just yelled, “April Fool!!” And that’s when I shot the
>little bas tard.
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