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The Unjustly Punished Lady Lawyer

... for a few days. On his return, he only ever talked about visiting distant family and friends and not much else.

She said, "Do you think he goes to Israel at short notice or does he plan the trips?" I said that I was sure that he must plan them because he was very busy at work and would have to organise to be away from the office.

She asked, "Do you know how he communicates with the outside world?" I knew he had a telephone and a mobile phone. When I thought about it, his telephone seemed to be connected to the line via what I thought was a combined fax and answering machine.

I mentioned this. "Have you ever seen anything else unusual about his phone?" I was sure he dialled a security code into it before use. That is not uncommon these days with alternative telephone providers available in the big cities. It wasn't unusual, so I told her about that.

She said, "Do you know the security code?" and I did not. He had a high-speed line as his computer flew when connected to the internet, compared with mine. I mentioned the porn thing, and the lady laughed again.

My spirits rose a little as things appeared to get better. I told her I made a call once at his flat as using his mobile and said it was cheap for local calls. He had done a deal concerning all his IT gear. David didn't want to tie his phone up in case a work-related fax came in.

I didn't think about that at the time either, but I told her about it. There were a few more quite mundane questions. After ...

... what I thought was about an hour, she said brightly, "I will have to go through this with the others, but it looks quite good for you."

Back in my cell, I found it getting dark. I eventually drifted into sleep to be woken up in the middle of the night, told to use the loo, and then taken back to the interrogation room.

It was the old North African lady again. It was a good guy / bad guy routine, and they handcuffed me to the chair again. The light was on, etc. She glared at me and said, "That stupid thing got nothing out of you. It will be up to me as usual, because you are hiding things." So I went along with this, yawned, and said, "If you say so."

"Do you know your friend rapes Arab women?" I knew David pretty well and whatever he was, I don't think he was a rapist. He always asked permission and never forced things. I was still friendly with him, even after he asked if I would let him pee on me. I thought, "I bet you are begging for someone to rape you!" Having smiled at her was a big mistake on my part, because she shouted, "Don't you dare laugh at me!"

I just sat there in silence and I could see her getting ever more annoyed. I decided not to react and avoided her glance. The next time she spoke, I completely ignored her. She was wild. She yelled, "Answer me, you stuck-up English little bitch."

I shouted, "My name is Judy Benjamin, J. U. D. Y. JUDY," just like Goldie Hawn did in the movie. I thought she was going to burst a blood vessel. She yelled for the ...