Death By The Busload (Gay Edition)
Death By The Busload 2.
The gay version.
There are TWO stories here. I was writing one the Angela came up with. Then Smokey (a.k.a. Deb) and I were chatting and WOW! Another ending hit both of us. She went one way and I another with the ending. SO…the beginnings will be the same but the crime and endings…slightly different. Enjoy both of them! Due to the contents of the story….here’s a barf bag.
“I don’t know where she is, she not answering her cell.” Gil Grissom was talking to Catherine Willows as they were walking to the crime scene. Nick Stokes and Warrick Brown were also walking behind them, Greg Sanders was bringing up the rear. “I want Greg to check the outside. This might be a bit much for him.” Catherine nodded her agreement.
Nick tapped Gil’s back and pointed ahead. Sara Sidle stood outside of the bus. “How the heck did she get here so fast? Was she listening to the scanner again? It IS her night off.” Nick chuckled and Warrick just shook his head. “A night off and Sara sits at home listening to a police scanner and beats us to the crime scene. Gods the girl needs a life.”
“Sara?” Gil looked at her puzzled, “How did you get here so fast? Where’s your field kit?” Then he noticed her mode of dress. “You’re not dressed for work, didn’t you keep a change of clothes in the car?”
“I…I wasn’t home.” She stood there slightly stunned.
“Sara?”
“I …I was here. I was the one that called it in.” The ‘guys’ all looked at each other. Catherine spoke for them all.
“WHAT?”
“I…I called it in. I …I was on the bus. I..it …I Sara couldn’t finish.
Gil looked at Catherine with one eyebrow up and reached out for Sara’s elbow. When he took it Sara looked down at his hand. “I think I need to sit down.” Gil took her over to Jim Brass’s car that just pulled up.
“Jim, see if you can get some sense out of her. I need to start processing.” He returned to the others waiting for him at the tour bus. “I’ll go first then Warrick, Nick, Catherine do the first few passengers. Think the police said body count was twenty.” He shook his head. “If it gets too much take a break.” They all nodded and Gil got on the bus, after taking a few pictures before boarding. He slowly made his way to the back of the bus. Along the way looking at all the dead men. He was trying to imagine what made them all kill each other or did they all kill themselves or was this the work of a lunatic, or the bus accident itself. This was an unusual crime scene.
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“Ms Sizzle?” Lady Heather looked puzzled at the sight of Sara Sidle in her Dominion. She stood in front of the obviously nervous Sara. “What can I do for you?” She folded her hands in front of her at waist level.
“I..I came to ask you something.” Heather raised one eyebrow. “I would like to learn how to strip.” Again an elegant eyebrow rose. “I want to practice for a while and then try it on Grissom.” Both of Heather’s eyebrows rose. “I know you two WERE together…” She got no response from Heather, “…but I want to be more….” her hands moved in the air.
“Appealing?”
“Well, I guess.”
“Ms Sizzle I am a dominatrix not a miracle worker. Granted I have raised the dead…parts of some men. But…”
“I’ll pay.”
“I don’t do my type of business for charity Ms Sizzle. Of course you would pay. I am not inexpensive.”
“Ahhh how, how much?”
“Depends on what needs to be done. It’s by the hour. I do not teach stripping. One of my girls does that. But it’s a thousand an hour. There are classes. We can arrange for you to be in one.”
“No I want private lessons.”
“Fifteen at hour.”
“Fifteen dollars an hour? Great.”
“Hundred.”
“Oh. Wow and how many hours are we talking here?” Sara looked at Heather and was calculating her bank account. Heather walked around Sara and looked. She shook her head slightly when she got behind Sara. Sara shifted on her feet quite uncomfortable being looked at by the only woman, who as Catherine described, ‘rattled Grissom’s cage.’
“Ten thousand to start. For four hours after that, we will talk.” Sara nodded and Heather raised an eyebrow ever so slightly. A girl appeared at her side. Sara didn’t see Heather’s movement and wondered how the girl knew to enter the room.
“Yes Mistress?”
“Ms Sizzle will be attending Angela’s stripping class on a private schedule. Take her to see Angela and figure out a suitable time table.”
“As you wish Mistress.” She looked at Sara, “Follow me.” She turned and walked away.
“Ms Sizzle?”
“Oh that’s it?” Heather just slightly nodded. “Go with her?” Heather just raised an eyebrow at Sara’s denseness. “Right, thanks.” After Sara left Heather just closed her eyes and shook her head ever so slightly. She headed back up to her private quarters.
“Special client?” Gil stood up and held out a wine glass for Heather to take. They then sat, Heather settled down and nestled into his arms.
“No one important. Now where were we?” Gil kissed her lightly on the lips. “I remember that part…it was after that.” She smiled as Gil took the wine glass and set it on the table. “Oh, now I’m remembering.” She smiled as Gil came in for a long, long toe curling kiss.
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Angela’s eyebrows almost came off her head. Her Mistress had given her people to teach before, but this one! This one was going to be a real hard case to work with. “Ms Sizzle.”
“It’s Sidle or Sara.”
“Ms Sizzle, my Mistress has given you to me for four hours. I can not promise miracles but we certainly will do our best.” She turned on some ‘bump and grind’ music. “Dance.” She waited. “Ms Sizzle are you tone deaf or plain deaf? DANCE!”
“Oh.” Sara moved her one foot back and forth. “What does this have to do with stripping?”
“I want to see if you have rythum or not. You certainly have no figure that will be easy to work with. No style either. Do you always wear plaid shirts and jeans? Boots?” Sara nodded. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a CSI, with the police department.” Angela just nodded.
“I didn’t tell you to stop…if that is what you call dancing.” Sara continued to move her foot back and forth. “Surely there is more movement in you then that.” Sara then began to swing her arms. Angela just rolled her eyes to the heavens. “Please stop and sit down and watch.” She turned to a pole that was in the room and quietly said “Mercy, the idiots I get. Mistress you owe me big on this one.” She started to do a slow seductive dance taking her clothes off and teasing Sara with them. At the end she stood there in a g string and pasties. “That’s how it’s done. Now show me what I just did. Use your clothes to tease me.” She motioned Sara over to the pole and she sat down.
The music started and Sara looked at the pole and walked around it. Then she started to unbutton her shirt like she was home getting undressed. “Ah Ms Sizzle? Zzzzzzzzzz. Tease me.” Again Sara started and tried her best. She finally got to her jeans and tried to take them off without removing her boots first. So then she pulled them back up and hopped on one foot as she tried with both hands to pull off one boots. Angela sat there not sure if it was a comedy routine or if she was serious. Finally Sara was there in her tee shirt and boxers. “Oh my God.” Angela said so quietly. She slowly got up and walked around Sara who then started to try and cover herself. “Don’t bother Ms Sizzle. I’m not a lesbo and from what I just saw…if I was. I would run for the first man I saw and tell him to fuck me until I’m a useless pile of ‘Jello’.” She shook her head in amazement. “I don’t think four hours is enough but….I’ll try. First some decent clothes. Come on we are going shopping.”
Angela took Sara to a show clothes store. Sara had never seen so many sequins and colourful boas in her life. Racks of pasties and other assorted items were thru out the store. The manager came over as soon as he saw Angela.
“Sweetheart how are you?” They air kissed. “And you brought me a OH MY GOD!”
“My Mistress has ordered me to errr help Ms Sizzle.” She grabbed Sara’s elbow and brought her over for Jonathan to look at her closely.
“I didn’t know Mistress was into drag queens.”
“I’m not a guy.” Jonathan jumped back. “Why does everyone think I am?”
“Well sorry but…” Jonathan’s finger pointed to Sara and moved up and down. “…that’s a good reason. Dear God in Heaven. Okay. Full treatment?” Angela nodded and they went to work. Sara ended up wearing a bra and thong that she was greatly uncomfortable in and kept tugging at the back trying to get it out of her crack. “That’s were it goes Ms Sizzle.”
“It’s SIDLE.”
Jonathan tried every bra he had in the shop but none of them gave her an inch more in the bosom. “My God I don’t know any man who’s this bad. If I wasn’t already gay I’d turn gay at the sight of her coming at me. I can’t believe she’s not a transvestite. God must have tied a beaut on the day he put this one in the oven. “
“I’ll lay odds her parents slapped each other’s faces when she was born.” Both of them shuddered. “Sara do you drink a lot?”
“Well I do like my beer and I’ve only been pulled over three times for DUI, but get out of it since I’m working in the police field. Why?”
They both pointed to her tummy. “Well Honey, unless it’s artificial insemination, I can’t imagine and man doing that to you.” Again both he and Angela shuddered. “Suck it in Honey.”
“Well, I wanted to learn to strip so I can get my boss. I want all the kids I can have with him.”
“Your boss?” Angela looked at her. “You’re trying to do Dr Grissom?” Sara nodded. “Holy Mother of….no way Honey. He is SO far out of your league. He’s my Mistress’ lock, stock and barrel.”
Don’t forget the whips and chains.” Jonathan just looked at Sara. “Keep on dreaming Honey.”
After buying the outfits they headed back to the Dominion, where Angela worked with Sara for the entire four hours. She didn’t see much improvement. But before she left Angela had to report to Lady Heather.
Heather insisted in coming down and seeing for herself what had been done. Sara went thru her paces and Heather just sat there….stunned. She slowly got up and put one hand on Angela’s arm. “Another four hours at least. Tomorrow Ms Sizzle.” She left the room and Angela sighed.
After Sara left Heather called Angela into her office and handed her a check. “Mistress?” She looked down at the amount. Lady Heather gave her ten thousand dollars.
“I can not in all good conscienceless deny you one penny. My God, there is no hope. But…as long as she is willing and has the money. It’s all yours.” Heather just closed her eyes. “I need to get that mental picture OUT of my brain.”
“You should try it from this end Mistress.” Angela crossed her eyes and made Heather laugh. “Do you think a sandblaster would help for the hairy legs? God knows what I’m going to do with the arm pits. What if she won’t go along removing the hair?”
“Then you proceed without it. Or maybe find someone to bead it?” Again Lady Heather shook her head. “Simply can not imagine her and….” She stopped for a second to try and mentally picture them together. “No..no, I can not go there. Even with all I’ve seen…NO!” She motioned for Angela to go and she headed back upstairs…to Gil.
“Ummpf.” Gil rolled over and smiled. “Business done?” Heather nodded and she stood beside the bed. “Then time for more pleasure.” He pulled her back down on to the bed. “You work too hard.”
She reached down, “Not as hard as you do Mr Grissom.”
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Angela worked with Sara for almost four sessions. She was determined to make SOME progress. Finally she did all she could do and told Lady Heather she was throwing in the towel or was it the tassel?
Lady Heather insisted on seeing the end product. Once again Lady Heather’s eyebrows went up. “Ms Sizzle, I’m afraid we must cut you loose. Angela here said there is nothing more she can do. So rather then waste your money and our time. Consider yourself at your peak. And may God forgive us.” She got up to leave.
“Lady Heather?” She turned and faced Sara. “Could you give me a place I can go to practice?”
“Your apartment. With the drapes closed, lights off.”
“I mean like a job.”
“You want to do this in public?” Angela had to grab onto a chair. Heather saw the look on her face and steeled herself up not to either laugh or scream. She wasn’t sure which would be the correct action.
“Ms Sizzle, I’m sorry I can not recommend any place. My business is being private and keeping things to myself. You might want to try someplace like Mesquite before you show your face in Vegas. Maybe a small club or a strip bus.”
“Strip bus?”
“Where they bring drunks err men in to Vegas to gamble. They will be confided in the bus. Unable to run.” Angela spoke and Heather just looked at her. “Sorry Mistress.”
“No, that’s quite alright Angela. That might be a good idea. But please, Ms Sizzle do NOT mention my establishment nor Angela. We do have a reputation to keep. Good day.” She nodded and left the room.
Angela started to gather up her things. When Sara stopped her. “Angela, thank you.” She just nodded in response. “Can I ask you something?” Again Angela nodded. “Does Grissom come here often?” Angela just stood there and said nothing. “Right, zip the lips.” Angela turned and left the room leaving Sara standing there looking in the mirror and wondering what was wrong with her, the beads under her armpits clanked together.
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In Mesquite the bus station manager looked up at Sara and sat back in his chair. “You want to do a stripper bus?” Sara nodded, “Done it before?” She shook her head no. “First timer. Umm, well I’ll give any one a chance. Tell you what. You do the bus to Vegas, all tips are yours. Show me how much you made and we’ll talk.” Sara nodded and smiled. “Ahh thanks for reminding me, more imported beer on board the bus. These guys don’t drink beer with twist caps.” Sara’s eyebrows knitted in puzzlement. “Never mind.”
The next night, Sara got herself together and took a bus to Mesquite so she could get in her car at the end of the bus ride, drive back to Mesquite and then home on her night off.
She headed to the bus and heard the whopping and goings on of the men in the bus. They certainly sounded like a lively crowd of guys. They sounded like they had already gone thru half the liquor and imported beer on the bus. It was about an hour and a half drive from one end of Mesquite to the Fremont part of Las Vegas’s main strip. Enough time for couple of beers and a good show on board.
Sara hopped on board and the bus driver closed the door, without looking. “Okay gentlemen, our entertainment is on board. Let the party begin. Remember unless you are going to the can, seat belts stay buckled. Need more drinks just shout and it will be brought to you. Each of you got three bottles in the pocket in front of ya. It’s all your’s, hit it!.”
Sara had her back to the men and she pulled the clip from her hair and tossed her head backwards and shook her hair. A few gasps were heard and comments about split ends. The bus driver looked in the mirror and shook his head, surely he was seeing things. He had to concentrate on the driving. It HAD to be bad lighting, he didn’t know one drag queen who would have been seen looking like that.
Sara turned quickly and then used her fingers to pull the hair out of her face. A few of the men sitting close dropped their imported beer bottles on the floor, shattering them. The guys in the middle and back couldn’t see what was going on since the bus was dark except where Sara was working at the time. It was set on timers, the lighting on the bus so that the performers worked the bus from front to back and them forward again, making the trip in one half hour. Then as the men left the bus they tipped the performer. Most of the performers had favorite drivers who would take a longer route and they could get two shows out of one trip. But this was Sara’s first so, it was a straight shot to Vegas.
The guys in the middle and back thought when they heard the bottles drop, this must be some performer to make them drop good bottles of imported beer. The were craning their necks. But she had her back to them. “Damn, can’t see a blessed thing” One of the guys in the back shouted. “Don’t get you panties in a twist, you KNOW it’s coming.” Another shouted. Sara worked her way back and the silence grew louder. The bus driver looked up a few times to check and see what was going on. But he did have to keep an eye on the road. Sara was walking and smiling her way thru the bus. She returned to the front and then started to do a dance and the bus stayed even more quiet. The driver was thinking that the men were mesmerized…at least he hoped. On the way back Sara started to take her clothes off in earnest.
As if her dancing wasn’t bad enough the sight of Sara’s body to a group of gay men was even worse. Some of them fainted dead away. Others just pointed and couldn’t say a word. The men sat there wide eyed, unable to speak. Some of the men had years of being beaten up by intolerant people. The looks on their faces said they had never seen such a thing of terror. A few of the men were gasping for breath. Several of them had their hands inside their pants and were jerking on their dicks. Sara thought they were trying to jerk themselves off. Sadly it was the men trying to rip their dicks off. Others were in total shock at the colour coordination and unmatching shoes.
By the time Sara was down to her underwear and the men got a good look at the hairy legs and armpits, a few of the men were fighting over whether or not it was a man or one of the ugliest transvestites they ever saw. Partners were pleaded with each other to strangle each other. Several tied long chiffon scarves to the racks above their seats and were trying to hang themselves. Another had a gun, he was loading it with shaking hands. His friends were pleading with him to hurry, they were play ‘paper, scissors, rock’ to get the gun next. The bus driver heard a pop pop and was momentary distracted. When he looked back to the road a car cut in front of him. He had to turn the wheel hard to the right. The bus turned sideways and Sara landed across two of the men. Cold bloody high pitched screams were heard, along with more pop pops.
The bus driver over corrected and tried to see what was going on and ended up with the bus tumbling several times before coming to a halt down a small embankment.
There was dead silence.
Sara was the first to shake off the confusion and looked around. It was too dark for her to see anything. She made her way to the front of bus and found the driver shaking his head. When Sara came near him, he opened his eyes wide and screamed, He had such a look of horror on his face. He was kicking and kicking at the handle to open the bus’ door. Sara located her cell phone and called 911. She then headed thru the bus and was yelling at the men to see if they were alright or hurt. She got no answers. She ran to the front of the bus and quickly got dressed. People were standing at the top of the embankment with flashlights starting to come down. Some of the people were trying to chase after the driver who was running away screaming at the top of his lungs. Sara said either a lot of people were hurt or injured for them to call 911 again and tell them to send several ambulances.
Sara walked thru the bus again, this time checking the neck vein to see if any of the men were alive. She did not find a one. Her CSI mode kicked in and she noticed quite a few of the men had their throats cut open with broken imported beer bottles. She was shocked to see eight of the men shot themselves. Even more had blood dripping from their chest, from what appeared to be a knife wound. She noticed the men in the front of the bus did not have eyes. It seemed that they either gouged them out or stabbed imported beer bottles or some other object into them. Some of the men actually died when the bus over turned several times and they had internal injuries. But most of the bus ..well, they killed themselves. Sara was shocked. Why would they do this? What was wrong with these men?
Slowly it sunk into her brain. She was the reason for them doing this. They would rather kill themselves then to see her naked? She started to shake and finally told the people trying to get on board the bus to stay off. Being a CSI she knew the more people on the crime scene the more contaminated it would be. She stood outside the door of the bus and waited for the first police officer.
He only went to the first few rows and then came back out and threw up, then called for backup. He recognized quite a few of his friends. He came up to Sara and asked her what she did to them. She answered by saying she was the stripper on the bus.
“You stripped for a bunch of gay men? You? WHY?” He was almost in tears.
“Gay? Those guys were all gay?” Sara shook her head.
“How could you have done that? Buddy you are the worse looking drag queen I’ve ever seen.” Again the poor officer was almost in tears.
“I’m NOT a drag queen. I’m a woman.” The cop shook in horrour.
“No wonder they killed themselves.” He headed off to his car to start writing the report and to wait for backup. He took Sara’s i.d. and called in for more body bags.
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Sara told Jim the whole story. Jim stood there just with the same look on his face as did the bus driver did when he realized Sara wasn’t a transvestite.
“Jim, JIM! Are you okay?” Sara touched Jim and he jumped back from her.
“Did you REALLY strip?” Sara nodded. Jim swallowed hard. “I…I think we need to take you back to the station and type this up. Errr I’ll go tell Grissom. Sssstay here.”
Jim did a fast duck walk run to the bus. “GRISSOM!” Gil’s head snapped back. “Get OUT here!” Gil looked up as did all the others. But he came to the front of the bus. Catherine looked down as Jim told Gil what Sara had told him. Catherine turned and looked at the men sitting in the seats. She was seeing them in a different light now.
“My God they killed themselves rather then to see Sara naked? Or…did they kill themselves because she was naked?” She didn’t realize she spoke out loud. Warrick and Nick looked at each other and then, they too started to look at the men and their positions in a different way. Both of their eyebrows shot up when they realized it was quite possible.
“Catherine….” Gil turned to her.
“Go! Go! Take her back and get a good statement. Process her clothes. And for GOD’S SAKE DON’T WATCH IF SHE STRIPS!” Gil’s mouth opened and closed. He came back on board and got his kit and came back to the front. “Please Gil be careful.” He just nodded and left.
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Gil would not allow Sara to ride with him or Jim. She had to ride in the squad car with the officer that arrived on the scene first. On the way back Gil’s cell rand. It was Heather. “Hi Sweetheart. Can’t talk too long. Got a multiple bus crash. Sara’s involved somehow.”
“Oh dear God. She did it.”
“Heather? What do you know about this?”
“Ah she came to us about a month ago and wanted to learn to strip…for you. To make you interested in her. She wanted to get some ‘experience’ under her belt. I wouldn’t and could recommend her. She almost drove Angela insane for teaching her.” Gil ‘mm’ed’ once in a while. “I suggested using a stripper bus for practice. Out of Vegas and away from any one we know here. And I made SURE that she did NOT use me as a reference.”
“Oh dear God in heavens. There were almost twenty men on that bus. Not one of them made it. We haven’t found the bus driver yet. Some one said they saw him running up the Interstate screaming. Jim talked to Sara and after looking at a few of them, it wasn’t from the accident it was suicide..at least it looked like it. Oh dear God.”
“Gil, this isn’t going to involve us here is it? I’ve had enough trouble I don’t need this. I can send Angela over for a statement, but that’s so far as I’m willing to go. You can call her in the morning….after her psychologist appointment.”
“She started to see him…”
“Right after she finished teaching Sara. Yes. Believe me Gil, it was something I would NOT have wished on my worse enemy.”
“Thanks Sweetheart. I think I will have to cancel our morning appointment.”
“No problem Darling. Promise me you will NOT watch. Let someone else do that. I wouldn’t want you to see that. It took me a lot of whip cracks to get that imagine out of my mind. PROMISE!”
“No problem. No problem. I’ll get Ecklie or Hodges.” Gil chuckled and then hung up.
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Once they arrived at the Lab, Sofia Curtis took over the processing of Sara. Sara sat in the interview room wearing an orange jump suit, everyone gave Sara privacy while getting out of her clothes. Sofia was sitting on the chair and asking the questions, along with Conrad Ecklie. Sara answered the quietly and looking into the mirror. She knew Jim and Grissom were behind it. Sofia had to keep bringing her back to the conversation. Finally. Sofia asked her to show what she was doing on the bus, and inquired if it was alright for Conrad to sit in on it. Sara just nodded. Ecklie rolled his eyes to the heavens.
“Sidle didn’t you realize it was a bus full of gay men?” Sara shook her head at Conrad’s question. “Go ahead, show us.”
Sara flipped back her hair and then started to remove the jumpsuit. Once Sofia saw the pasties and the hairy armpits with the beads she turned to the mirror with a look of horrour on her face. She turned back and Sara had stripped down to the g string and hairy legs. Gil could never get the look of Sofia’s face out of his mind. Jim was chewing gum at the time and Gil saw something flying out of his mouth. He hoped it was the gum. Gil heard a gunshot coming from the outside of the room and opened the door to see the officer who brought Sara in on the floor. Conrad was sitting there stone cold dead. His heart gave out, just like a few on the bus. Gil had his proof right there. As he promised, he didn’t look directly at Sara but off to the side and watched the other’s and their reactions.
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Once David had come and gone and the bodies brought back to the Lab, Catherine came to the Morgue and once there, saw the young officer and Conrad laying on the slabs. Her hand went to her mouth in shock. “Gil!” She turned and ran right into him. “My God, I was coming to look for you. You DIDN’T watch did you?” Slowly Gil nodded. “Who else?”
“Jjjim and Ssssofia. They are at tttthe hhhhospital now. Bbbeing ccchecked out.”
“You should go too.” Her arm went around his waist. “Please for Heather’s sake …and mine.”
“Fffine just nnneed sssome wwwhiskey.” Gil said that and Doc had the bottle and was coming towards them. Gil didn’t bother with the glass Doc brought. He empted the bottle in a few gulps. Then shook his head.
“Better?” Doc asked and Gil nodded. “I’m sighing you off for three days medical leave. Go see Heather. NOW!” Gil just nodded and turned to leave. Catherine called Heather on her cell and told her Gil was on his way, to be ready for him. She was.
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Months later after all the evidence was in the DA indicted Sara on involuntary manslaughter. The trial came up fast due to the number of victims. It was a jury trial. The judge looked over the case and was stunned such a charge was brought. He insisted that Sara perform in the Court room. Her attorney pleaded that she not be instructed to do so. But the judge over ruled him. The Court room was packed with the gay friends of the dead men. The driver has still not been located. They figured he was half way to Washington D.C. by then.
Sara was allowed the articles of clothes she wore that night and she prepared herself. She came back into the Court room and looked at the judge who nodded for her to start. Gil covered his eyes, as did Jim, and Sofia. They were all doing much better now and didn’t want to go back to the therapy sessions.
Gil pleaded with the judge before hand, that all weapons, even the bailiff’s be taken from the Court room. It was denied. Gil closed his eyes and waited. He tried to cover Catherine’s eyes but she just pushed them away. Gil heard a slight squeak come from Catherine and he just leaned over and put her head on his shoulder and heard more squeaks.
“That’s all I did your Honour.” She got no response from him. She then looked at her attorney and the DA. All of which were sitting stone faced and dead. She looked around the room, just about everyone had a blank vacant stare of dead in their eyes. The gay men sitting in the gallery had died with their own hands choking themselves. The majority of them died of pure shook and heart attacks. She cleared out the jury box also.
Gil didn’t look up but told Sara to put her clothes back on. Then he called for back up. There was another crime scene to be investigated….after he took Catherine to the hospital for intensive therapy sessions. He told Doc to have Dave bring about seventy five body bags.
No other judge would try the case once they heard Gil’s explanation Sara got off and left Las Vegas. She was tracked down by a several hospitals specializing in massive weight loss. She did several short videos and DVDs for weight loss. Guaranteed or your money back, that you would lose weight after watching the video. It never failed. It would take people weeks to keep solid food down, if they didn’t die first. Sara made a mint, but she still couldn’t find a plastic surgeon to help her look more like a woman. They seem to all say the same thing. They did good work, not miracles. Every time she undressed they dropped dead in the office. Sara finally realized the best thing to do was to find some place where she could live alone. She headed over to the Himalayas. She found a small cave and walked in. Several years later there was a rash of sightings of the Abominable Snowman and several children following him. Scientists were at a lost to explain this. But the members of the Las Vegas Crime Lab finally figured out where Sara went.
