Defence Attorney: What is your age? Old Woman: I am 86 years old. Defence Attorney: Will you tell us, in your own words, what happened to you? Old Woman: There I was, sitting there in my swing on my front porch, on a warm spring evening, when a young man comes walking up on the porch and sat down beside me. Defence Attorney: Did you know him? Old Woman: No, but he sure was friendly. Defence Attorney: What happened after he sat down beside you? Old Woman: He started to rub my thigh. Defence Attorney: Did you stop him? Old Woman: No, I didn't stop him. Defence Attorney: Why not? Old Woman: It felt good. Nobody had done that since my husband passed away some 30 years ago. Defence Attorney: What happened next? Old Woman: He began to rub my breasts. Defence Attorney: Did you stop him then? Old Woman: No, I did not stop him. Defence Attorney: Why not? Old Woman: Why, Your Honour, his rubbing made me feel all alive and excited. I haven't felt that good in years! Defence Attorney: What happened next? Old Woman: Well, I was feeling so excited that I just spread my old legs and said to him, "Take me, young man, Take me!" Defence Attorney: Did he take you? Old Woman: Hell, no. That's when he yelled, "April Fool!" And that's when I shot the son of a bitch! |