HI, Beware my em-bare-assing muse has hit again. Jim's Day at court By Jan Monroe Jim had spend the morning setting on the witness stand, repeatedly telling the judge, jury and defense attorney what had happened. He told the story at least five times in almost exactly the save words each time. He had been a witness before and he knew how the game was played. He was dismissed for the stand. He stood up and quickly headed for the door. He had better things to do than to sit in a stuffy courtroom all day while an idiot tried to off with a slap on the wrist. He noticed a little old lady in a wheelchair staring at him from the rear of the courtroom as he approached the doors. She quietly moved towards him as he reached the door. "Young man," she started, "your fly" She rolled away quietly leaving Jim behind. He quickly angled himself towards the corner behind the door and checked his fly. This couldn't be happening. He could have spent all morning on the stand with his fly open and "Mr. Happy" as his first lover had named his penis, trying to escape his boxers. He blushed as he arranged himself and zipped his fly.