CourtListener is a project of Free Law Project , a federally-recognized c 3 non-profit. We rely on donations for our financial security. Donate Now. Sign In Register. The trial court did not err in overruling Michael Lancaster's motion to suppress, since he was not in custody and entitled to Miranda warnings when he spoke to law enforcement. The trial court did not abuse its discretion when it allowed the State to re-open its case to confirm venue. Michael Lancaster was not denied effective assistance of counsel based upon counsel's failure to call any expert witnesses, ineffective cross-examination, deferral of his opening statement, or failure to request a competency hearing for the victim. Defense counsel failed to renew his Crim.
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I was feeling very melodramatic. No longer was I Cathy Goodhead. I was now a nameless naked slave. I deserve no better fate. For I have turned my back on my moral upbringing. I have violated ever rule of chaste behavior that I had ever been taught. I have fallen into evil ways. If my dad knew the truth, I would in his eyes be little more then a lecherous slut, a carnal whore who craves pleasures of the flesh. The only virtue I retained was my maidenhood, but I no longer wished to preserve it. When that was gone my debasement and corruption would be complete and irredeemable.
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His member pumped quickly, and within minutes his sticky white seed surged across the length of his tube, from his body to mine, and gurgled down into my receptive belly. At the same time a razor sharp dagger was placed against my throat, leaving me with no confusion about what would happen to me should I do harm to him. It was a two and a half hour drive into the country, down smaller, narrower roads until we reached the potted, dirt road that led deep into the woods to the cabin I sometimes borrowed from my friend Emily. My cries slowed, turned to grunts with each impact and low murmurs and whimpers.