Celia found a quiet spot in the back of the high-vaulted Department of Justice courtroom. She alternately scribbled notes and made sketches to capture the essence of the awful proceeding.
Pencil poised, she watched the Bailiff lead the two boys into the courtroom. They were barefoot, reduced to wash-worn khaki shorts provided by the jail. Each boy wore a steel collar with a chain leash held by the Bailiff. Celia was taken in by their wholesomeness. They were classic beauties, barely eighteen, sweet looking and fresh-faced with full red lips. The blonde boy was slender with a cute bottom and shapely legs. The other boy was dark-haired and an over-eater by the looks of him. He had plump cheeks, a small pink mouth, and well-fleshed thighs and buttocks. He was developing breasts. His belly s
