"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury..."

I had received my summons in the mail. My name had been drawn for jury duty and I was expected to report in by the end of the month to see if I would be picked to sit in on judgement of someone. When I saw the simple notice, I actually was excited since I had always wanted to be a juror. My friends, however, kept telling me that I should do something to get out of it.

The State is going to prove, beyond all reasonable doubt, that the defendant...

I didn't even think I would get picked. Most cases seem to settle or plea out. Furthermore, there was no way an attorney wouldn't seek to have me pulled from the pool. But, somehow, I survived and was selected to sit. Yet, something seemed off about this jury and this wasn't a traditional judicial setting. The voir dire questions seemed just a little too personal and the way the prosecution and the defense presented themselves wasn't in line with what I had seen in the movies. Weirdest of all was the case itself

"had manipulated photos of herself in her Tinder profile and other such places to deceive people into thinking her ass was bigger and rounder than it really it. Truly a heinous action."

It seems I wasn't on a normal jury. No, I had been selected by a specialized group that the state believes experts in what makes a good butt. The defendant had been charged with lying about her assets and the state was charged with proving it to me and a group of peers so they could score another conviction. Looking around, I took in all the changes that one wouldn't expect within a court of law. The lawyers were in tight fitting outfits to draw attention to their own curves, the defendant had been dressed up to draw attention to her ass, and everything seemed more...loose in the courtroom. The only way one could tell this was a court was the judge sitting their in his robe.

When the prosecution finished its opening arguments, I was surprised by the tone of the defense. Again, more laid back, but seeing them take firm hold of the Defendant's butt during portions of their speech. The defendant seemed to react in such a way that made it appear as if an actual cheek was grabbed or smacked. The hooting from the gallery after each twackwe heard was distracting but the Judge wasn't one to allow even that kind of behavior in his courtroom.

I had been instructed to not investigate this case outside the courtroom. It seemed like this was going to be a major trial judging by the media attention that was in the courtroom. I never expected my first time on a jury was going to turn into booty duty and I never expected all the twists and turns going forward.