Eric or Erica? Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Eric or Erica? Pt. 07

... not his first offense. They were offering a huge settlement. The family lawyer urged me to take the settlement. "Erica." she said. Clearly my parents had entrusted her with the knowledge of my change. "You can refuse the settlement and allow this to go to court. But if you do, I promise you that somehow, someway, with all their high-priced lawyers and political connections, they will find a loophole and this son-of-a-bitch will walk away scot-free. If you take the settlement and you don't want to keep the money, at least you can donate it to whatever charities your parents supported."

"How soon do I have to let you know?"

"Within 24 hours. These pricks are not going to give you any more time to think about it or explore other options. It's a take-it-or-leave-it proposition. They said they were more than willing to meet you in court. By the time the case actually gets heard, they will have had months and months of time to prepare a defense. The immediacy of the case will have faded into the news cycle, and you will get little to no justice."

Mr. Z, Tina, and Dan were in my suite. I had just shared the news with them. Tina was on the couch next to me, hugging me and crying. Dan was standing off in the corner. I imagine the look on his face was the same one he had when Russell defiled me. Mr. Z was standing in the middle of the room. Implacable and in charge as always.

"I understand what your lawyer is telling you my dear. I want you to know that I am not without ...

... my own resources. It would certainly be difficult, it would definitely not be pretty, but there is a chance we might be able to make this young man pay through the judicial system for his repeated transgressions."

"I can make him pay. Now." Dan all but growled.

"Daniel!" Everyone stopped and looked at me. I had never called him by his proper name before. "If you do anything to this young man at all, ANYTHING, I will never, ever, speak to you again. I will never acknowledge your existence again." I walked up to him and placed my fingertips on his cheeks. "I appreciate your passion, but please, no. There has to be some other way."

In the end, they accepted my counteroffer. The monetary settlement was quickly agreed upon. The one stipulation I had insisted upon was the surrendering of the young man's driver's license to the state and an agreement that he would never, ever get behind the wheel of a car again. Limousine service, Uber, Lyft, taxi, there are too many options in today's modern world. He need never get behind the wheel of a moving vehicle again. I think the family was almost grateful that I insisted upon this stipulation.

I went back for the funerals. Mr. Z insisted that I not worry about the time I would be gone. It was difficult. Many of my parents' friends had no idea and weren't nearly as accepting of Erica as my mom and dad had been. Quite frankly, at that point, I didn't give a fuck. That was their problem, not mine. I appreciated their support and ...