Chapter 6
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"What do you want me to say?" asked Amelia to the psychiatrist. "I'm sorry? I feel very bad that I gave poor Mr. Smith an orgasm?"
"How about that you killed your friend? The fact that someone is now dead because of you. Doesn't it bother you at all that Sydney Green trusted you to let you into her house and you killed her? I mean, didn't you betray a trust?"
"She betrayed my trust. She was going to rat me out to Mr. Smith."
"And you betrayed Pamela Adler."
"I was facing prison, not some ridiculous, no-chance-of-winning lawsuit."
"Hmmm-mmmm."
This meeting had disturbed Ms. Chase more than she had let on. She felt so - alone. She really didn't have any friends, and that bothered her, as much as she would like to believe otherwise. She sighed.
It was exercise time. She was in the yard, playing softball with some of the other female inmates. She liked the interaction, as much as she wanted to pretend otherwise, and even though she didn't have any real friends in jail.
She was the catcher. It amused her that her sister had played softball with the police and other district attorneys, and now she was playing it in prison.
Now a strung-out blonde was at bat. Clara something-or-other, Amelia thought. What a loser. Then Amelia saw the bat swinging at her. She put her right arm up and felt a burst of pain as the bat connected. She ducked and kicked at Clara's legs, knocking her over, and then scrambled to her feet, propping herself up with her left arm and running away.
The warden ran over and tasered Clara, who fell to the ground, limp.
"What the Hell?" thought Amelia.
Meanwhile...
Elliot Stabler had the day off and was talking to his daughter Maureen, who was visiting him from college.
"So, how are you doing?"
"Well, most of my classes are going well, but I broke up with Jack."
"Really, why? I thought he seemed nice."
"Because, he was so - unaffectionate. He didn't like to kiss me, or hold me, or anything. He just liked to show me off to his friends. He seemed to think I was some sort of trophy or something."
"Mmm-hmmmm. You know, not everyone is - physically affectionate. I like that in a boy."
"Oh, Daddy! Come on. I mean, at the party this weekend, he was acting so smug with his friends, and then I decided to go for it and kiss him, and wouldn't you know it, he says 'No, not right now.' I mean, how can he say that? What, am I too ugly to kiss?"
"Maureen, what did you do next?" asked Elliot.
"I left, of course. And yes, I had a friend with me so I would be..."
"No, no, I mean, you didn't keep trying to kiss him, did you?"
"What? No, of course not! Why do you ask?"
"Maureen, remember how I used to tell you how most boys are only after one thing and that you have to learn to protect yourself? You have to say no, and realize-"
"-that he has to listen to me, I know."
"You know, don't you, that that works both ways?"
"What?"
"I mean, don't ever assume that just because he's a guy all he wants is sex, don't assume that he wants to have sex; ask him first, you know this, don't you?"
"Daddy, you're scaring me, what's this about?"
"You remember the Chase and Adler rape case?"
"Yeah, everyone does. It made the headlines - oh my God, you're worried that I'll rape someone?" Maureen started to laugh. Her father had always been so protective, it struck her as ridiculous that he would suddenly worry about protecting someone from her. "Why do you ask?"
"You know our ADA? Casey Novak?"
"I've seen her once or twice."
"Well, she's the identical twin sister of Amelia Chase. I have been thinking about that case ever since I found out. I just don't want you to ever do anything that will land you in prison, honey."
"Daddy, don't worry. I only have sex with guys who ask me to."
"Oh, then... wait a second..."
Maureen smirked. "Oh, Daddy."
Later that day...
"Listen," asked the investigator, "are you sure that she intended to hit you with the bat?"
"Positive. It wasn't a mistake."
"Why would someone want to kill you?"
"I'm not a very popular person, I suppose. I can't think of anyone who has a particular reason to want to kill me, though." Amelia suddenly had a thought. "Pam Adler might not like the fact I ratted her out. I suppose that she might be trying to do what we did to Sydney Green."
"Hmm..." The investigator considered that. Richard Adler had visited Laura Lewis the previous day. She was known to be the "boss," so-to-speak, of the white prisoners in the prison. If a white prisoner were to be talked into doing a hit on someone, Ms. Lewis would be the person who would know about it.
"You know," he said, "if that is true, we may need to move you away from this prison, to another."
Meanwhile...
"Daddy, why are you so upset?" asked Maureen.
Elliot sighed. "I guess, I just never thought about whether or not I'd need to worry about a woman attacking my son, or worry about whether or not I need to teach my daughter to make certain that she has consent. The Chase/Adler case, that girl who molested her sister and had her killed, the principal with the brain tumor - it's all a little too much for me. I tend to think about protecting women so much, or about protecting men from other men - I mean, don't get me wrong I've seen violent women. But the idea of a woman using sex as violence - it still, I don't know..."
"Wow, this must really be getting to you. You never talk about work like this."
"I shouldn't be now, I'm sorry."
"Daddy, I like to know a little about what you do. Maybe - maybe if you'd be willing to have let a little more out, Mom... never mind."
"What? Maybe your mother wouldn't have left me? Damn it, Maureen, I... I..."
"Forget it, Dad. Forget I said anything."
Elliot sighed and put his head in his hands.
