For Fandango’s Story Starter #31, where we build something around the following phrase:
I didn’t think that what I did that night was that bad until…
I didn’t think that what I did that night was that bad until this slip of a girl, just eighteen herself and only five years older than my daughter, someone who was poor and doesn’t matter, decided to spill the beans about my raping her. I thought that, with my wealth and priviledge, I could just bat her away, but then the courts came after me…
Mister Bump 
Your story is front-page news here all the time. Those of wealth and privilege think they own the world and
no one can touch them and after a trial, frankly, they usually get off. Sad but true… money doesn’t talk it screams.
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yes but the damage is reputational.
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came after me and I was wondering what would I tell my daughter, how would I explain everything, if there is even something to explain altogether. Should I surrender and accept I did this horrendous crime or should I use all my might and resources to make this girl, suffer even more. I think the choice is fairly simple, I will choose the latter one and go on with my life.
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well said.
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A tragic truth.
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A good lawyer will get you anything, except justice.
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A short but powerful response to the prompt, Pete. Well done, my friend.
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Nice to see a tale where the villain pays
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Interesting take very powerful words
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It really wouldn’t surprise me if that’s what would happen in real life. Small people don’t matter.
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And there in lies the problem
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