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Made 4 UEpisode Four “
Theodore
”Wearing suits was never a cute look for me, I mean I have the body and thecurves for it but I just hate wearing them. The only time I wear a suit are on specialoccasions like funerals or maybe Easter Sunday, however today was neither.“All rise, court is now in session.” I heard the bailiff, who was dark and beefy,announce. Gladly, I stood up for
him
.“The honorable Judge Doris Walker presiding.”I watched the short red headed piece of fish walk in and sit her happy golucky ass down at her podium from behind the defendants table. My black suit withred stitching down the side and on the jacket started to cause an inch around mycoco brown smooth shoulder. The judge told us to sit and I let out a heavy sigh. Ifelt my lawyer, Jacob Bellums, pinch my thigh to keep me quiet. He was too fine andwhen I saw he was my lawyer, I wish I wasn’t at this damn arraignment but in hisbed taking all of him in me.“This is the case of the Jones family versus Theodore Richard Mathis.” Thebalif informed the judge as he handed her a brown folder with probably all of myinformation. I saw her look at it and look at me with a strange disapproving look onher face. Yes, bitch, I’m gay.“On the account of murder in the second degree.” He finished as I rolled myeyes.“How does the defendant plead?” the judge asked in her raspy manly voice. Jacob stood up and quickly and stupidly answered,“Guilty, your-“I slapped his padded shoulder and shot him a look from hell. If he wasn’t thedumbest box of lawyer rocks.“I mean, not guilty your honor.” He crackled then cleared his throat.“Are you sure, counselor?” Jacob looked at me and I smiled.“Yes, your honor.”She looked over at the plaintiff’s table, who was also a woman, but this fishwas blonde and tall. Beside her was the man who had me in this rut, Minister Eric Jones. This is the thanks I get for saving his son.
 
“Miss Grace, how do you find bail?” The blonde bitch stood up now.“We think bail should be set at fifty thousand dollars.”“I object your honor,” Jacob inserted, “My client is not a flight risk. Don’t youthink this is a bit much?”“Your client killed a man, this man’s brother.” I heard Grace yelling, pointingto her client.“Justifiable homicide!” Jacob argued, this time looking over at Grace. I lookedback behind me and saw my close friend Johnson Junior Ross sitting with his head inhis palm and leaning forward and my old roommate Darryl Jenkins, sitting besidehim. I saw distress all over Johnson’s face but when I tried to smile, he didn’tchange his expression.“Bail is set at fifty thousand dollars.” I heard the judge order as I snapped myhead in attention to the bitch and then over at the minister.“Excuse me? I saved your son and you put me away for this?” I screamedtoward Eric Jones, standing up.“Calm your client down, Mister Bellums, or I will make bail five
hundred 
thousand dollars.” The judge boomed, slamming down her gavel. Immediately, Ishut up and just looked down to the floor as the court officers put me in handcuffs.When I looked over again, Darryl was in shock and Johnson was broken up. It hadbeen a long time since I had seen that face before. As they took me away to mycell, I began reminicing about my own life, why I was in here and the last time I hadbeen in a suit.I had just graduated from San Diego High School in San Diego, California innineteen nintey five and moved in with my long time, high school boyfriend, MarcusFluellen. Our realtionship elavated from many things, from infatuation to highschool crush, to deep and commited love. Marcus was everything I wanted in a manat the time. He was slender, tall, worked out his upper body and was light skinnedwith short, wavy and black hair. His mother was puerto rican and his father wasblack, so I was in love. He loved that I was into soccor and played it very well andour typical Saturdays invovled us playing that and maybe some tennis. We hadbeen together since tenth grade before deciding if we were still together after wegraduated, that we would get a place together. Our anniversary landed on mybirthday, March 22
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and so I was twice as excited for that day to come every year.We had got a small one bedroom house in the Hillcrest district of the city for ourfourth year anniversary and late graduation present and I, with my equisit designing
 
ability, hooked the place up. I painted the crusted walls in the living room pearlwhite and hung old historic black and white paintings up. We got white couchesfrom Levitz downtown and clear lace curtains from K-Mart. Our kitchen counterlooked like black marble but was only an illusion, and we got a black round diningroom table and chairs to match the counter. And lastly, we hooked the bedroom upin our school colors, blue and white, with a king size bed with powder blue sheetsand blue and white striped comforter. We took down the blinds and hung up blueruffle curtains and for my own pleasure, a camcorder infront of the bed to makehome made movies. There was only one bathroom and could only be accessedthrough the bedroom and we really didn’t do anything to that but keep it thestainless steel bathroom it was. Satified and joyous, I stood on my lawn, which wasin serious need of mowing, and examined the outside. Marcus stood beside butfacing in the other direction and down at his feet.“We should paint the house pink.” I invisioned out loud.“That’s entirely too gay, babe.” Marcus said calmly, still looking at his feet. Iturned and looked at him, folding my arms.“What does that mean, and what in the hell are you looking at?”“It means pink says ‘hey gays are here’,” he started, pacing slowly away fromme, “And we have crab-grass.”“Well, we do live in the gay area of the damn city. And why do you care if ourgrass has crabs?”Marcus looked at me now, sighing a laugh.“Crabgrass is like weeds, babe. Not really healthy for the lawn.” He walkedover to me and wrapped his arm around me, “And we are renting the house. I don’tthink the landlord wants us painting the house pink.”“Bullshit!” I yelled, breaking out of his hold, still having my arms folded, “Thelandlord is one flaming fag. I’m surprised this house isn’t painted the seven colors of the rainbow instead of this god forsaken grayish color.”“Now, that’s the pot calling the kettle gay.” Marcus snickered.“Fuck you.”“Okay, I will ask him what the policy is on painting the outside.”“Thank you.” I kissed my lover, “Now get something for them crabs.”As I walked away, I was in total awe and bliss with my life and it seemed likenothing could bring down this high. That night, we cristioned every area of the
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