update on the Gitsta

Gittie unblinkingly held his own gaze in the mirror as he washed and rewashed his hands, stooping forward so his brow almost touched its reflection. He was alone in the private washroom at the bailey.

He knew he was about to let himself down in court: so badly that he would be a disgrace for years to come. He was about to deploy a certain legal trick that had long been regarded as Beyond Acceptable - but without it, he knew that the case was lost.

He played the scene out in his head as the scalding water ran over his scarlet palms. He would stand, deliver the foul thrust, and watch the reactions. The judge's expression would freeze and his eyes would widen almost imperceptibly before professionalism reasserted itself. To his left, the Prosecution would betray even less emotion: they'd merely gaze at him, slightly awed by his utter lack of ethics, and make mental notes that he was forever to be regarded as 'not sound'.

But the case would be won, and the Git bank account handsomely replenished. He could buy another Rolls for himself, another Caribbean holiday for his wife, another second-hand flat cap for the faithful Colin to wear next time he was de-worming the family weasel.

Still he gazed at himself. Still the water ran. At last his lips began to tremble, and quietly he spoke: "I'm a good boy, aren't I, Mummy? Mummy, I'm a *good* boy, aren't I? Mummy........"

And then he shat himself.

Posted By: Sugbad The Bad, Aug 3, 18:57:50