Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) Read Online Free

rare; most families had them come only once or twice a week. She worked independently and not for a cleaning company which normally worked out very well. But that also meant she was responsible for all the supplies and health insurance for herself, besides her car payment and rent. She wondered if the police had called her father or if her father’s assistant, Lloyd, would’ve seen her arrest record and contacted Judge Morton himself.
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    Judge Morton, as with most judges, was past middle age but he was one of the nicest judges in their district court. Preston looked up to him. Judge Morton wasn’t pretentious or condescending, yet he was firm. He didn’t believe in letting things slide. He believed he should come down on the criminals hard the first time in the hopes he’d discourage them from ever appearing in his court room again. Preston respected that theory and believed in it himself. He felt that principle could be applied to all aspects of life. His mother used to tell Preston as a teenager, “I’m a prayin’ momma. I ask God to let you be caught the first time. That way your Daddy and I can straighten your butt out and prevent a reoccurrence.”
    It was that tenet that the Judge carried out in his courtroom.
    “Preston, have a seat.” The Judge indicated the chair in front of his desk. “I have a sticky situation here today. The sweet girl out there that you saw is Miss Avery Beauchamp. Does that last name ring a bell with you?”
    “No, Sir. I don’t think so. Should it?”
    Judge Morton leaned back in his chair, grabbing a pointer and tapping Memphis, Tennessee on the large map on his wall. “Judge Grayson Beauchamp is a well-known, wealthy and respected Judge in Memphis and that young lady out there is his only daughter. I received a call from him early this morning telling me that she’d been arrested trying to sell Rolex watches at a pawn shop.”
    “Did she say why she was doing it?” Preston asked. “It doesn’t make any sense.”
    “She said she needed the money to pay her car payment and knew she could get the money on the street for them.”
    “What? Wait a minute.” Preston tilted his head, suspecting there might be something else going on here with this case. “Her Daddy is a prominent, well-respected and wealthy judge and… she can‘t make her car payment?”
    “She left home six months ago trying to make it on her own. She didn’t want to follow the rules of the house,” Judge Morton said. “The Judge wasn’t willing to compromise his rules or the peace of the house. He gave her two month’s rent, helped her find an apartment and hasn’t seen her since. She’s apparently rather strong-willed and stubborn.”
    “Sounds like she gets that from her Daddy. He made the right decision in my mind. How old is she?”
    “She’s twenty four and has a Bachelor’s in International Relations. Couldn’t find a job in her degree, so she’s started cleaning houses in Brentwood. According to her credit history, she pays her bills on time and makes pretty good money. She was smart enough to know where to live to clean houses. She just made the mistake of getting an apartment in Brentwood and lives paycheck to paycheck paying that rent. I’m guessing her pride and stubbornness have prevented her from calling her Daddy for help thus far.
    “So what does Daddy want us to do?”
    The Judge rubbed his forefinger on his top lip, hesitating. “He wants us to waive the criminal charges, no probation, and no record. He said we can impose a fine. But what he really wants is for us to lecture her, convincing her to drag her little tail home, preferably tucked between her legs — or work out an arrangement for her to work off her fine to the State.”
    “God, you know I hate shit like this. A spoiled rich kid — with a Daddy in a high place — who has no understanding of boundaries and limits. She needs to pay the price. If you ask me—” Preston laid a hand on his chest