The Trial Of The Courtroom Essay
Unbeknownst while Judge Sandoval hit the gavel to finish this proceeding, Min-jun’s baby juice started escaping from his asshole. His Honor never felt so alive, and yet Sandoval had been afraid that either the Prosecution or the Defense would recuse His Honor from this trial after such behavior.
Now, all the eyes of Pinewood Estates seemed glued upon Sandoval as the courtroom filled one more time with its gallery and media gawkers.
Judge Ricardo Sandoval heard the jury had their decision, a vote. Min-jun’s fate was in the hands of the jury already. Sandoval cringed with trepidation. Ricardo couldn’t lose Min-jun in the prison system.
“In light of my one-on-one interview of the Defendant, I believe. Truly believe that the Defendant has spoken knowing full well his actions. Thus Mr Kim’s understanding of our language holds to be firm and solid…with a good grasp,” said Judge Sandoval, before he realized his lustful wonderment distracted his thought process
And then Judge Sandoval continued speaking, “Mister Foreman, did the jury discuss the case at hand?”
“Yes, your Honor,” said the Foreman.
“Have you taken a vote of this Verdict among the jurors?”
“Again, we have Your…