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Chapter Seventeen
A few weeks time had passed now, about a month to be exact. Sara was quite suprised when her husband told her Doc Brown and Marty were still staying at the boarding house. Being a little pudgy to begin with, and that the jumpsuits they wore were really baggy, helped with sort of hiding the increase of her stomach. It wasn't fast enough to hurt her, but it was fast enough that it could have been noticed as something unnatural.
Although they both knew this pregnancy wasn't real...it was hard not to feel proud and happy. The guard led Scooter down the hallway, to the cells when he had come to visit. She stopped at the guard's desk, and talked for a moment to the head guard behind the window.
"We need an intercell visitor pass, for Mr. Scooter Grosse here." She told the other guard. She nodded and looked out behind her.
"Well, congradulations, Mr. Grosse!" She said happily, as she slipped the visitor pass through the slot in the window. "I hope everything goes alright. Also, talk with the guards about what you'll be able to do when she finally is ready to deliver, alright? They'll tell you everything you need to know."
"Thanks.." He clipped the small freshly printed badge to his jacket, as the head guard led him farther down to Sara's cell. Betsy was sitting in her top bunk, reading a book, while Sara slept on the bottom.
Betsy had been jailed for murder of her husband, but...otherwise she was quite a nice and kind lady. She reached down and shook the bed slightly. "Hey, bookie. Your hubby's here."
Sara didnt' move, but just hugged the pillow tightly, herself lost in a dream world. Betsy shook the bed again, while the guard was entering in the code to open the cell door. She snored loudly at the bed shaking and turned over onto her back just then.
He walked inside the cell, and sat gently down on the bed. He patted her leg softly. "Honey? Wake up...I've come to visit again.."
Sara opened one eye, and she smiled, sitting up slowly. She leaned over onto him, and she sighed softly; whispering. "I wish I'd never agreed to do this. I'm going to be...so devastated."
"Yeah...I know. Me too. But, we've finally got our day in court! It's worked."
"It worked? What happened?" She sat up more, and looked over at him, smiling. "What caused them to decide to give us this?"
"The courts found your papers on what was happening behind the scenes in the company, apperently Denays had kept those articles under lock and key for sometime now. They were accused of praticing illegal trading, and that all articles and paper goods be turned over to the authorites."
"So...they could have found that out without me having to go through with this?"
"Not nessicarily. In examining the files, they found more then one or two employees that were jailed underneath the pretense of terrorism! From what we've found out, they weren't going to pursue that part, until they found out that you were the last surviving employee that was jailed for that. When they found out....that you were pregnant; that gave it some real importance."
Sara looked away for a moment, sighing in an annoyed tone. "Wouldn't just the fact that I'm alive make that a difference?"
"Apperently not really. It's kind of screwed logic how it works. They even called me and apologized for imprisoning you during this...um how did they put it exactly?" He thought for a moment, it was quite a weird way they had told him. "Oh yeah. They told me that they were extremely sorry for having put you in prison without the proper medical tests and everything, because they imprisoned you wrongly."
Sara smiled for a moment. "They'll want me to be a witness then?"
"Yes. That's one reason why I came today. You're coming home with me." He picked up the small briefcase that he had brought with him, and he opened it. Inside were some regular clothes, shoes, and her purse. "All you have to do is get dressed, and they'll escort us outside."
She just stared at the clothes. It was a beautiful dark blue maternity dress with dark blue flats. There was a bottle of shampoo, and some perfume as well. She smiled, and picked it up gently.
"Thank you so much, Scooter....I...oh.....I'm finally going home..." She leaned over and gave him a kiss. And she could hear the guard sigh happily.
"Such a lovely pair. Let's get you to the showers then, Ms. Grosse. I hear there's a lot of people waiting for you outside." She opened the cell doors and smiled. "You should get dressed. I...um...brought you a little something for the occasion as well."
As Sara walked out of the cell, with Scooter right behind her; the guard handed her a small case. It was a makeup case.
"Thank you, that's very sweet of you." Sara replied, looking at the small makeup case.
The guard just waved it away, as if it was nothing. "It's just normal for us to do this for the women when they leave. They always feel so dirty and horrible, just a bit of something to freshen up before they leave."
Sara smiled, and she was led to the locker rooms where the showers were. And she took a shower, got cleaned up. Then she walked out of the showers, wearing only a towel for a moment. She saw herself in the mirror. Obviously pregnant, she realized what people meant when pregnant women just seem to have this glowing effect. It was quite interesting to her. She felt sad that this wasn't real, but it helped her get out of prison, and if anyone asked, she would tell them she unfortunately had...a miscarraige. So it would work for everyone.
She got dressed, and slipped the shoes on. She wasn't really one for makeup, but she put a little bit on, just so the head guard would see she used it. Casually walking out of the doors to the locker rooms, she saw Scooter standing there, waiting for her.
"Shall we go, Sara?" He asked, extending his arm for her to take. She smiling playfully at him.
"Sure honey. Let's get out of here, and....and back home."
A few weeks time had passed now, about a month to be exact. Sara was quite suprised when her husband told her Doc Brown and Marty were still staying at the boarding house. Being a little pudgy to begin with, and that the jumpsuits they wore were really baggy, helped with sort of hiding the increase of her stomach. It wasn't fast enough to hurt her, but it was fast enough that it could have been noticed as something unnatural.
Although they both knew this pregnancy wasn't real...it was hard not to feel proud and happy. The guard led Scooter down the hallway, to the cells when he had come to visit. She stopped at the guard's desk, and talked for a moment to the head guard behind the window.
"We need an intercell visitor pass, for Mr. Scooter Grosse here." She told the other guard. She nodded and looked out behind her.
"Well, congradulations, Mr. Grosse!" She said happily, as she slipped the visitor pass through the slot in the window. "I hope everything goes alright. Also, talk with the guards about what you'll be able to do when she finally is ready to deliver, alright? They'll tell you everything you need to know."
"Thanks.." He clipped the small freshly printed badge to his jacket, as the head guard led him farther down to Sara's cell. Betsy was sitting in her top bunk, reading a book, while Sara slept on the bottom.
Betsy had been jailed for murder of her husband, but...otherwise she was quite a nice and kind lady. She reached down and shook the bed slightly. "Hey, bookie. Your hubby's here."
Sara didnt' move, but just hugged the pillow tightly, herself lost in a dream world. Betsy shook the bed again, while the guard was entering in the code to open the cell door. She snored loudly at the bed shaking and turned over onto her back just then.
He walked inside the cell, and sat gently down on the bed. He patted her leg softly. "Honey? Wake up...I've come to visit again.."
Sara opened one eye, and she smiled, sitting up slowly. She leaned over onto him, and she sighed softly; whispering. "I wish I'd never agreed to do this. I'm going to be...so devastated."
"Yeah...I know. Me too. But, we've finally got our day in court! It's worked."
"It worked? What happened?" She sat up more, and looked over at him, smiling. "What caused them to decide to give us this?"
"The courts found your papers on what was happening behind the scenes in the company, apperently Denays had kept those articles under lock and key for sometime now. They were accused of praticing illegal trading, and that all articles and paper goods be turned over to the authorites."
"So...they could have found that out without me having to go through with this?"
"Not nessicarily. In examining the files, they found more then one or two employees that were jailed underneath the pretense of terrorism! From what we've found out, they weren't going to pursue that part, until they found out that you were the last surviving employee that was jailed for that. When they found out....that you were pregnant; that gave it some real importance."
Sara looked away for a moment, sighing in an annoyed tone. "Wouldn't just the fact that I'm alive make that a difference?"
"Apperently not really. It's kind of screwed logic how it works. They even called me and apologized for imprisoning you during this...um how did they put it exactly?" He thought for a moment, it was quite a weird way they had told him. "Oh yeah. They told me that they were extremely sorry for having put you in prison without the proper medical tests and everything, because they imprisoned you wrongly."
Sara smiled for a moment. "They'll want me to be a witness then?"
"Yes. That's one reason why I came today. You're coming home with me." He picked up the small briefcase that he had brought with him, and he opened it. Inside were some regular clothes, shoes, and her purse. "All you have to do is get dressed, and they'll escort us outside."
She just stared at the clothes. It was a beautiful dark blue maternity dress with dark blue flats. There was a bottle of shampoo, and some perfume as well. She smiled, and picked it up gently.
"Thank you so much, Scooter....I...oh.....I'm finally going home..." She leaned over and gave him a kiss. And she could hear the guard sigh happily.
"Such a lovely pair. Let's get you to the showers then, Ms. Grosse. I hear there's a lot of people waiting for you outside." She opened the cell doors and smiled. "You should get dressed. I...um...brought you a little something for the occasion as well."
As Sara walked out of the cell, with Scooter right behind her; the guard handed her a small case. It was a makeup case.
"Thank you, that's very sweet of you." Sara replied, looking at the small makeup case.
The guard just waved it away, as if it was nothing. "It's just normal for us to do this for the women when they leave. They always feel so dirty and horrible, just a bit of something to freshen up before they leave."
Sara smiled, and she was led to the locker rooms where the showers were. And she took a shower, got cleaned up. Then she walked out of the showers, wearing only a towel for a moment. She saw herself in the mirror. Obviously pregnant, she realized what people meant when pregnant women just seem to have this glowing effect. It was quite interesting to her. She felt sad that this wasn't real, but it helped her get out of prison, and if anyone asked, she would tell them she unfortunately had...a miscarraige. So it would work for everyone.
She got dressed, and slipped the shoes on. She wasn't really one for makeup, but she put a little bit on, just so the head guard would see she used it. Casually walking out of the doors to the locker rooms, she saw Scooter standing there, waiting for her.
"Shall we go, Sara?" He asked, extending his arm for her to take. She smiling playfully at him.
"Sure honey. Let's get out of here, and....and back home."
