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Defense Attorney: What is your age?
> Little old Woman: I am 86 years old.
> Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own
>words, what happened to
> you on the first of April of this year?
> Little old Woman: 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.
> Defense Attorney: Did you know him?
> Little old Woman: No, but he sure was friendly.
> Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?
> Little old Woman: He started to rub my thigh.
> Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?
> Little old Woman: No, I didn't stop him.
> Defense Attorney: Why not?
> Little old Woman: It felt good. Nobody had done that
>since my Abner
> passed away some 30 years ago.
> Defense Attorney: What happened next?
> Little old Woman: He began to rub my breasts.
> Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?
> Little old Woman: No, I did not stop him.
> Defense Attorney: Why not?
> Little old Woman: Why, Your Honor, his rubbing made
>me feel all alive
> and excited. I haven't felt that good in years!
> Defense Attorney: What happened next?
> Little old Woman: Well, I was feeling so spicy that I
>just laid down and
> said to him..."Take me. young man...Take me!"
> Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
> Little old Woman: Hell, no. He just yelled, "April
>Fool!" ...
> And that's when I shot the little
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> Little old Woman: I am 86 years old.
> Defense Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own
>words, what happened to
> you on the first of April of this year?
> Little old Woman: 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.
> Defense Attorney: Did you know him?
> Little old Woman: No, but he sure was friendly.
> Defense Attorney: What happened after he sat down?
> Little old Woman: He started to rub my thigh.
> Defense Attorney: Did you stop him?
> Little old Woman: No, I didn't stop him.
> Defense Attorney: Why not?
> Little old Woman: It felt good. Nobody had done that
>since my Abner
> passed away some 30 years ago.
> Defense Attorney: What happened next?
> Little old Woman: He began to rub my breasts.
> Defense Attorney: Did you stop him then?
> Little old Woman: No, I did not stop him.
> Defense Attorney: Why not?
> Little old Woman: Why, Your Honor, his rubbing made
>me feel all alive
> and excited. I haven't felt that good in years!
> Defense Attorney: What happened next?
> Little old Woman: Well, I was feeling so spicy that I
>just laid down and
> said to him..."Take me. young man...Take me!"
> Defense Attorney: Did he take you?
> Little old Woman: Hell, no. He just yelled, "April
>Fool!" ...
> And that's when I shot the little
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