When last we checked into the Barbarian's criminal past, I had run up a blind alley as far as producing any new relics from her days as the family femme fatale. So I decided to have a go at her partner in crime, the infamous Bill Jobe, but didn't have the cause number for his case, only my mothers. The nice lady,
(h/t to Charlotte) at the Dallas County Clerks office, said if I had my mothers cause number, they would still have a file on her, just no transcript. In Texas, transcripts remain the property of the court reporter, who for all we know is dead, or living under a bridge in Kathmandu.
I filled out the request, and went home to wait. It had long ago been moved to their warehouse.
I expected to never hear from them again.
Two weeks to the day, I got a call back from the clerk who told me her file was there and to come down and see.
It weighed about four pounds and was an inch and a half thick. I flung the folder open and it was filled with a zillion motions, and all the subpoena's, and stipulations about what evidence could, and could not be allowed.
Other than the names, it could have been from any murder trial ever tried, in any court of law around the world.
Except for a list of discovery items and bits of her original statement that were going to be the focus of her lawyers strategy. These bits do shed some light on how she got off, and for now these are the only words that I have ever seen/heard that came out of the Barbarian's mouth.
The first page has a couple of paragraphs of a detectives statements, and the second page has a bit of the Barbarian's original statement.
Her description of the driveway and gate are backward. There is a gate and then the side walk. It's all driveway until then. That's not unexpected. But she seems determined to keep calling her partner Willard.
He went by Bill. No one but the State of Texas ever called him Willard. She didn't miss a lick.
Willard Willard Willard.
Was she distancing her self from the appearance that they were in league?
She is describing him as if he walked in the front to borrow a cup of sugar and walked through the back and emptied her gun in this guys back.
He banged her like a drum, morning, noon, and nitey nite nite.
They mooned around each other like two love struck fifteen year old's.
And how does this explain that we were in Dallas, with two swinging dicks in orbit around her, when our father was expecting us in Denver like .......NOW!
Everybody says she played every one like a banjo. I don't see it. She didn't have to.
All she did was shove her titties in some dudes face, and he played himself.
My dick has got me in some pretty tight places (no pun), but c'mon, I still have veto power.
It's not that hard to get laid. Really it's not.
Don't forget, as this action packed scenario played out, she had her eight and fifteen year old kids asleep inside.