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End of Part 7
"Take care of yourself, my old friend.
Don't let that little shopkeeping bastard worry you - you have nothing to fear from him."
Sultan smiled as he left the Judge's house and walked home. Both he and the Judge had an understanding and he knew that it would hold, as he had not even mentioned Achmed in their conversation...
Part 8
The Judge, too, felt he had reached an understanding with Sultan. A deal had been consummated. Maybe not so much a legal deal, but one that would be honored never the less to the death. Dexter would remain as Sultan's property, at least for the time being. As his property, Sultan would do anything to keep that blond slave in his employ. After all, that slave must be earning him a mint of money. By my affirming legal ownership of Dexter to Sultan, I will gain the right to demand certain favors from the pimp. Perhaps this could be the answer to my own problems as well, thought the Judge. No more will I have to suffer at the hands of that cold bitch, my wife. Ever since I married that rotten woman, I have looked for some hot sex and that bitch would not give it to me. Not only that but she prevents me from going to a place like Sultan's. I am a man who wants and needs lots of sex. When I first married that bitch, I had thought this wife would satisfy my needs. But I soon realized that she was a dead fish. She hated either sex or me. I could not tell which and after a while I did not care. Once in a while she would let me fuck her, but never would she act like she wanted it. Not that she was not beautiful in her own way. In the old days I would have just beat her into submission. But now one could not so easily do that.
There was that family of hers. Coming from that grand family that spawned her, she considered 'His Honor' to be beneath her socially. How could her father have done this to her? How could he match her up with that low-life? Cold and bitchy, it was like humping a dead body. He got up and walked over to the fireplace, removed the old Hookah water pipe from the mantel, filled it with some hashish, then he placed it on the coffee table and lit it. After inhaling the sweet smoke he leaned back into his comfortable chair and let his mind fill with thoughts of the good old days when he was neither good nor old. After a few more drags on the pipe he thought to himself, who am I kidding? These are the good days. I am the law now and I should be able to enjoy a good piece of ass, male or female, whenever I want. If that wife of mine won't give me any, I can find it in Sultan's place. If she doesn't like it, what can she do? Nothing! There is nothing she can do about it. I am the Judge and no lawyer will dare to oppose me in my court. Who would take her case? If I play my cards right, happy times are here again! Yes, the good old days are back again and the real beauty of it is that now, Sultan will be beholden to me. Yes, I can see it now. Not only don't I have to pay for it, but also, I can have it delivered on a golden plate to my place at the lake. I can order it just like a Pizza.
A few weeks later, the case came up in closed court. Sultan, in order to prove to Dexter how hopeless was his situation, had permitted the slave to accompany him to court. He wanted to vanquish all thoughts of emancipation. The Judge had decided to hear the case in his chambers. After hearing all the evidence, the Judge not only ruled in Sultan's favor, he made Achmed pay all court costs and admonished his lawyer for even bringing this matter before the court.
"You know, I should recommend to the local bar that you be suspended from practicing the law."
"But, Your Honor, my client insisted I bring suit. I did try to settle this out of court."
"There was nothing to settle. You should have advised your client that this court is too busy to waste its time on idiocy like this," the Judge raged on. "There is no basis for assuming that the sale was illegal. It was registered with the court and both parties agreed to it. If I were to overturn that ruling I would be saying that the court was a party to a fraud. The law is the law. I'll let it go for this time, but if it happens again, I will throw you out of my court with my own two hands and see to it that you do not practice law in this, or any other county, again. Now, is that understood? I do not want to see this happen again. Now get out of my court."
As they were heading back to Sultan's place to celebrate, Sultan placed his arm around Dexter and said, "See, I told you that you had nothing to worry about. Was I right or what?"
"Yes, you were. I would not like to be on the wrong side of that judge. I thought he would string up Achmed right there in court." Dexter said. "That judge scared me, I did not like the way he looked at me. I thought he was going to lock me up, too.
"I don't think he had that in mind. He might want to lock you up but not in Jail. No, we do not have anything to worry about there," the whoremaster said. "Once he saw you, he had no intention of returning you to that pig. He almost devoured you with his eyes and he was not going to send you back to that rapist. He may be as corrupt as they come, but he is not a fool."
"What do you mean?"
"Just wait! You'll see. He will be calling me to make an appointment to see you soon. Do not be fooled by him. He may look harmless, but he is a Bedouin and they are crafty and dangerous. He would not be a bad friend for the both of us to have. Even more than the Police Chief, he is the most powerful man in town. No one crosses him. Not even our town fathers. For some reason that I can't fathom, the only one that could and does have any sway over him is his wife, or so he says. Perhaps this is because her family money helped to set him up here in town. He was dirt poor, a Bedouin, but now he is rich in his own right and is beginning to feel his oats."
Within two days Sultan came to Dexter and said, "I told you so. I just got a call from the Judge. He would like you to join him for a fishing trip at his lodge this coming week. I told him that you were all booked up and could not find the time. He was disappointed and insisted that he wanted you to join him. We argued a bit and I said I would ask you."
