Deputies believe Domingo and his brother, Angel Martinez, drove their cousin to a rural intersection outside of Roswell, shot him multiple times and left him there.
You don’t need to wear a white t-shirt with nothing else and randomly get in the shower with him.
So focus on your strengths and remember that he’sВ seeing you in your best, most-attractive light. It’s important for you toВ separateВ these categories and the effect each category of turn on has on the man and your seduction. Physical turn ons are anything you canВ do with your body and touch in order to turn him on. Be really turned on –В Remember,В when you workВ with nature, you areВ working with your natural seductive powers. Make sexy sounds – As stated earlier, a soft, sensual, feminine voice is a huge turn on for men.
So now we’re down to the last category of turn on, which is the psychological turn ons. Seduction is about enjoying the flavor of the interaction without caring much how it turns out. Sexual innuendo – One fairly innocent and covert way to get the seduction rolling is to frequentlyВ phrase thingsВ in a way that is ripe with innuendo. During the 25 years that Michael Morton spent wrongfully imprisoned for murdering his wife, he kept three things in mind: Someday he would prove his innocence to their son. When he did allude to the indignities of his daily life, he added a heavy dose of gallows humor, as when he dubbed a stomach flu that swept through the prison population one winter “the Brown Storm.” (“I live on a dorm with 56 guys and four toilets,” he wrote. Michael never failed to express his gratitude to Garcia for taking the time to correspond with him. Amid the jumble of holiday mail that arrived at Bill Allison’s house every December, there was always one envelope that stood out, distinguished by the return address from prison and Michael’s familiar handwriting. Judge Lott had examined everything Anderson had given him and ruled that no Brady material was present. It was this idea that prompted Allison’s motion for new trial, which was denied, and his first appeal, which he filed in 1988, one year after Michael was found guilty.
Scheck was an early proponent of DNA testing, a new forensic technology that was just emerging in the late eighties. By then Anderson had left the district attorney’s office—in 2001 Governor Rick Perry named him district judge—but he kept in close communication with his successor, district attorney John Bradley.
While Raley hoped for cooperation, Morrison cautioned that they would probably meet resistance on their motion for DNA testing. Bradley would later scoff to reporters that Michael and his attorneys were “grasping at straws” in their search for a “mystery killer.” He used a similarly contemptuous tone when Michael came up for parole in 2007, having served the first third of his sixty-year sentence. When the DA’s office received notice that Michael had been denied parole, someone—it’s unclear who—scrawled a note on the letter from the Texas Department of Criminal Justice. During the five years that Michael and his attorneys sought to have the bandana tested and Bradley tried mightily to resist their efforts, the bandana itself sat within the Williamson County Sheriff’s Office.
Testing small quantities of degraded evidence takes time, and private firms that specialize in the process are in high demand.
Morrison, who already had plans to be in Dallas that week to work on another wrongful conviction case, met Raley at DFW Airport so they could tell Michael the news together. Proving a DNA-based innocence claim requires showing that a jury would not have found the defendant guilty had the DNA results been known at the time of trial. The DNA profile was entered into CODIS, and on August 9 Morrison was informed that there had been a match.
Almost 25 years to the day after Christine was murdered, Morrison and Raley called Michael to tell him that the man whose DNA was found on the bandana had been identified.
As dramatic as the DNA results were, the Williamson County district attorney’s office was not ready to admit that Michael had been wrongly convicted. By then, he was accustomed to the stubbornness of the system that had put him away, and he knew better than to expect it to yield.
The stack of old documents contained critical clues that might have helped identify Christine’s killer had they ever been followed up on.
It was this sense of certainty that appeared to have blinded investigators to what was surely the most incredible missed clue in the entire case: a handwritten phone message for Wood reporting that Christine’s credit card had apparently been used at a store in San Antonio two days after her murder.
Just as Allison had suspected more than two decades earlier, there had been critical evidence in Wood’s reports—evidence that would have changed the outcome of Michael’s trial had the jury ever learned of it. It was while looking over this time line that Raley’s longtime paralegal, Kay Kanaby, made a revelatory discovery. Kanaby saw that the address of Baker’s home was listed, and she plugged it into GoogleMaps.
Morrison was already in Texas when she learned of Kanaby’s findings, having flown in from New York to attend a hearing in Georgetown that afternoon. Stubblefield ordered that the file be retrieved from the appellate court in Austin—a process that would take a few days—so he could open it and review it with attorneys from both sides. The following morning, as the heat wave that gripped Texas broke all records, marking the seventieth consecutive day when the temperature soared over 100 degrees, Morrison and Raley made their way to the Austin Police Department for a meeting they had requested with its cold-case unit. Roberts told the judge that the bandana should undergo further DNA testing, and Jernigan brought up a report from the files of the late Williamson County sheriff Jim Boutwell, who had overseen the investigation into Christine’s murder, that seemed to cast doubt on the importance of the bandana.
This was a remarkable turn of events; just two years earlier, Bradley and Scheck had famously clashed over the state’s reinvestigation of the troubled case of Cameron Todd Willingham, who was executed in 2004 for the deaths of his three daughters in an East Texas house fire. When they arrived in Georgetown late on the morning of October 4, Michael could see that it too had undergone a transformation. A sea of faces greeted him in the courtroom: Morrison, Raley, and Scheck were there, as was Bill Allison, who embraced him. So it was a sudden reversal of fortune for Anderson when, eight days after Michael’s release, the CCA overturned Michael’s conviction on grounds of actual innocence.
Anderson is also expected to put on a vigorous defense that will draw on a narrow reading of what his legal obligations were to turn over evidence.
KOB was there as he turned himself in for a murder that's gone unsolved in Roswell for five months now. From this point forward, I’m going to assume you read and internalized everything from that article.
When you realize that is the target, then you understand how wide your options are in terms ofВ how you’d like to seduce a man. You don’t need to dress up in a sexy secretary outfit and not allow him to touch you until after dinner. These are things like dressing in sexy and flattering clothing, having a seductive voice, touching him in seductive ways, etc. The problem I have with men is that they ONLY want sex, not at all that they don’t want sex. He had fought off the unwanted attention of a hulking inmate, an enforcer for a prison gang who later died of AIDS, by inviting him into his cell and slamming a makeshift tabletop against his throat. The Christmas card inside—in which Michael thanked Allison for defending him so forcefully during his trial—left him flooded with emotion. On the afternoon that Michael was convicted, Allison and one of the prosecutors in the case, Mike Davis, had lingered after the trial to talk with jurors. Afterward, as is the protocol in such a situation, the judge had placed the papers in a sealed file that could be opened only by the appellate courts to review at a later date. That December, the Third Court of Appeals upheld Michael’s conviction and denied Allison’s claim that Brady material had been withheld from the defense. Though the science was first used to match perpetrators to their crimes, Scheck and his law partner, Peter Neufeld, had become convinced that DNA testing could be used for another purpose: to exonerate the falsely accused.
Lawyers from outside Williamson County had never been made to feel particularly welcome in Georgetown, and a request for DNA testing—which by its very nature implied that Bradley’s mentor may have made a grievous error in prosecuting Michael—was certain to get a chilly reception.


One telling indication of his view on the matter came years later, in 2007, in a now-redacted thread on an online forum for prosecutors that was discovered by Scott Henson, of the criminal justice blog Grits for Breakfast.
In 2001 a letter had arrived for him at the Ramsey I Unit informing him that his son had decided to change his name.
His name was Mark Alan Norwood, a drifter with a long criminal record, including arrests in Texas, California, and Tennessee for aggravated assault with intent to kill, arson, breaking and entering residences, drug possession, and resisting arrest. No sooner did the news break that another man’s DNA had been identified than Bradley began to discount the significance of the bandana, pointing out that it had been found roughly one hundred yards from the crime scene, not in the Morton home. He understood that the district attorney’s office was deeply invested in maintaining that he was guilty.
Michael learned from a 1986 sheriff’s deputy’s report that several of his neighbors had seen a green van parked by the vacant, wooded lot behind his home around the time of the murder and had observed its driver walking into the overgrown area that extended up to his privacy fence. Permenter apologized for having believed the worst about him and asked for his forgiveness.
As the satellite image of the North Austin neighborhood materialized before her on her computer screen, she noticed that the street where Baker had lived, Dwyce Drive, ran parallel to Justin Lane, where Norwood had lived at the time. On August 23 she emailed Kanaby, telling her that investigators had verified which house Norwood had lived in on Justin Lane.
The hearing would take up a request made by the defense that was almost certainly doomed: that Judge Stubblefield recuse Bradley from the case and appoint a special prosecutor to review the evidence with fresh eyes. Citing the materials uncovered by the Innocence Project’s public records request, Raley had made a strenuous case for Judge Lott’s sealed file to be unsealed. The report had been written by a sheriff’s deputy the day after John Kirkpatrick had turned the bandana over to investigators.
Staring out the window of the squad car, Michael studied the brown, desiccated landscape that stretched westward from the Piney Woods. Though still a small town, it thrummed with traffic that poured off the interstate, and the subdivisions that ringed it seemed to stretch on forever.
His mother, Patricia, and his father, Billy—who had asked the members of their church to pray for their son’s release for nearly 25 years—sat behind him with his younger sister, Patti, beaming. He was a Sunday school teacher and Boy Scout volunteer who cast himself, in his rulings, as a champion of both crime victims and children. The ruling meant that Anderson had secured a guilty verdict against an indisputably innocent man. Standing outside the old courthouse on the town square in Georgetown, the white-haired judge looked down at his prepared remarks as he told reporters that he had behaved ethically—“In my heart, I know there was no misconduct whatsoever”—and that he had no plans to step down from the bench. Rarely have Texas prosecutors had to answer tough questions about their conduct, even in the wake of wrongful convictions.
A court of inquiry is an arcane and extremely rare legal procedure, unique to Texas, that can be used to investigate wrongdoing, most often on the part of state officials. No matter how much or how little skin you show, the key here is that you feelВ comfortableВ in what you’re wearing.
And then there are some that are not that much into sex (not as rare) and of course, like 10% that are gay or bisexual and I’m sure some like transsexuals. Besides his parents and his younger sister—who made the five-hundred-mile round-trip from East Texas to visit when they could—Garcia was the only person from Michael’s previous life who had stayed in contact with him. He had always felt certain that Michael was innocent, and he was filled with regret that he had not been able to convince the jury of this.
During two pretrial hearings, the lawyers had clashed over what evidence the state should, or should not, have to turn over.
The language of the decision also made it clear that the court believed that Lott’s sealed file—which its justices had taken the time to open and examine themselves—contained the entirety of Wood’s notes. In 1992 the two attorneys founded a nonprofit legal organization in New York called the Innocence Project and began to take on cases in which biological material from the crime scenes could still be tested.
Posting on the forum, Bradley had advocated a troubling strategy: that when obtaining guilty pleas, prosecutors should also secure agreements that would ensure that all physical evidence could be subsequently destroyed, so as to preclude the possibility of endless appeals. Bradley had made the case that the bandana’s connection to the murder could not be proved because it had been found too far from the crime scene.
The deep-blue Western-themed handkerchief was bordered by a white lariat pattern that repeatedly spelled, in loopy script, the word “Wrangler.” Scattered across the fabric, which was deeply creased, were a number of small brown bloodstains.
She and Raley had requested that the bandana be shipped from Williamson County to a private lab in Dallas that could amplify small amounts of DNA using the most cutting-edge technology available. Michael’s lawyers understood that Bradley would almost certainly oppose any innocence claim and that years of appeals could follow. Yet he did not fully fathom how singularly obsessed Williamson County had been in its pursuit of him until he was able to see portions of Sergeant Wood’s reports and notes. He read an internal memo to Wood about a call received from one of Christine’s relatives in Phoenix who reported that a check his father-in-law had made out to her had been cashed after her death with what appeared to be a forged signature. Michael carefully turned the pages and came across an eight-page transcript of a phone call that had taken place between Wood and Michael’s mother-in-law, Rita Kirkpatrick, less than two weeks after Christine’s murder.
Wood chips had been found in her hair, suggesting that she had been beaten with a log or a piece of lumber. As she studied the map, she had the “steadily escalating sense,” she told me, that they were.
Kanaby typed his address, and then Baker’s, into GoogleMaps and looked at the image that appeared on her screen.
He argued that the transcript of Wood’s phone conversation with Rita Kirkpatrick was so plainly favorable to Michael—it conveyed an eyewitness account of the murder in which an unknown intruder, not Michael, was identified as the killer—that Lott would have undoubtedly disclosed it to the defense had he known of its existence.
As she and the two prosecutors, Jernigan and Roberts, waited for the judge, Kyle stood with them, holding the small brown envelope that contained Lott’s file. In the report, the deputy stated that he too had seen the bandana while earlier canvassing the area, but he justified not gathering it as evidence by explaining that he had not noticed any blood on it. With local media reporting that evidence in the Morton killing had been linked to an unnamed suspect in a Travis County murder, Bradley folded. Bradley agreed not only to release Michael on bond while the Court of Criminal Appeals considered his claim of actual innocence but also to allow Michael’s attorneys, during that time, to conduct a court-supervised investigation into possible misconduct in the case.
He spent the morning giving away the few items he had that had made life more tolerable—a radio, an oscillating fan, a pair of sneakers—and took his final walk around the yard. Early in the morning, two Williamson County sheriff’s deputies arrived to bring him back to Georgetown.
Leaning forward, he asked the deputies if there had been a fire in the rolling farmland and was told that the devastation was a result of the state’s historic drought. A father of two, the 59-year-old jurist held a regular mock trial for fifth graders that he called “The Great Stolen Peanut Butter and Jelly Caper,” and he frequently made appearances at local schools to talk about the dangers of drugs and alcohol. Caitlin Baker, who stood in attendance, was unimpressed, telling reporters afterward that Anderson should resign. But in February, Judge Harle ruled that the investigation conducted by Michael’s lawyers suggested that there was probable cause to believe Anderson had broken the law in failing to turn over evidence that was “highly favorable” to the defense. Sixteen years earlier, the agency had named him “Prosecutor of the Year”; now it filed disciplinary charges against the judge. If you’re still unsure, you can just tell him that you like him and enjoy seeing him. According to Allison, Davis told several jurors that if Michael’s attorneys had been able to obtain the reports of the case’s lead investigator, Sergeant Don Wood, they could have raised more doubt than they did.
A brash and sometimes polarizing figure who had cut his teeth as a young prosecutor in the Harris County DA’s office, Bradley had honed his hard-boiled approach under the legendary Johnny Holmes, who had won more death sentences than any district attorney in Texas history. Alan Waldrop noted in his decision that the unidentified fingerprints on the sliding-glass door of the Morton home and the footprint in the backyard did, in fact, suggest that there was a trail of evidence connecting the bandana to the crime scene. But Bradley insisted that the bandana instead be submitted to the Department of Public Safety crime lab for analysis, even though the lab was not equipped to amplify DNA. When Morrison and Raley were escorted into the cramped visitation booth where he sat waiting for them, he could see that they were elated.


Even if Michael’s conviction were eventually overturned by a higher court, the DA’s office could still choose to retry him. This material, which the Innocence Project had, after years of litigation with the DA’s office, acquired through a public records request, was nothing short of astounding.
Wood sought instead to convince Rita of a bizarre theory that the “big monster with the big mustache,” as she referred to the killer—a reference, presumably, to a description that Eric had given her—had actually been Michael wearing his scuba-diving gear.
Locating him was of paramount importance to Michael’s attorneys, but they did not believe that the district attorney’s office felt the same sense of urgency. That he hadn’t, Raley insisted, proved that Anderson had never produced the transcript to the judge.
All that was inside the file was a report of Wood’s, written on the day that Christine was killed, and a one-page form that Michael had signed, allowing deputies to search his pickup.
The transcript contained an earth-shattering bit of information: a pubic hair that had been recovered from Debra Baker’s bed in 1988 did, in fact, match Norwood’s DNA profile. That afternoon he was led from his dorm to a holding cell where he would spend the night before being transported back to Georgetown for his release. The protocol for transporting an inmate—even a man who was about to be freed on grounds of actual innocence—required that he be handcuffed and put in leg irons, but one of the deputies hesitated before reaching for his cuffs. She had learned only that morning, when she picked up the newspaper, that DNA tests had proved Michael to be innocent.
He was a prolific writer, and of the eight books he had written, his most impressive work was a biography of Dan Moody, a Williamson County DA from the twenties whose prosecution of the Ku Klux Klan helped win him statewide acclaim and put him in the Governor’s Mansion. During his deposition, Anderson said that he had likely informed Allison and his co-counsel, Bill White, of the transcript in which Rita Kirkpatrick told Wood what Eric had seen but admitted that he had no recollection of what he had actually done. Harle recommended that the Texas Supreme Court launch a court of inquiry to look into the matter. After a ten-month investigation, it had concluded that Anderson had deliberately withheld evidence. The irony of the situation will not be lost on anyone; the former DA—who subjected Michael to a ruthless cross-examination in 1987—could himself be called to testify while Michael looks on. I advise you to stop focusing on whether he likes you and to start thinking whether you like him and whether he’ll be a good partner. It sucks a lot to be the woman begging for sex in a relationship especially when society keeps telling you that men are horndogs and women only want to bond emotionally. Throughout the fall and winter of 1986, his case had been splashed across the front pages of Central Texas newspapers, earning him a grisly notoriety. It was a sadistic image that district attorney Anderson had repeatedly asserted during the trial, and it had helped turn jurors’ opinions against Michael. After becoming Williamson County DA, Bradley issued press releases he drafted himself that publicized the numerous convictions and often draconian sentences that his prosecutors won. Further, he suggested that DNA testing could definitively determine whether or not there was a link. In a letter to Stubblefield, Raley, who had grown increasingly impatient, wondered if Bradley’s insistence on using the DPS crime lab stemmed from “a desire to cause additional delays, or to minimize the odds that interpretable DNA results will be obtained.” Finally, after five months, Stubblefield ruled that the bandana, as well as a single strand of hair that was found on it, be shipped to the lab that the Innocence Project had initially requested. That morning, she beamed as they headed east into the Piney Woods, toward Palestine, where Michael had been transferred to another prison—the Michael Unit—after earning his master’s degree. He pressed his hand against the glass that separated them in greeting and picked up the phone on his side of the partition.
The quickest way to clear his name would be to learn if the unknown man’s DNA profile matched any one of the millions of individuals with prior convictions that are stored in the FBI’s national DNA database, CODIS. As she studied the time line and Norwood’s lengthy rap sheet, she noticed that the serial criminal had never been charged with murder—a curious omission, she thought, if he actually was the man who had killed Christine. Bradley,” he observed, expressing his confidence that the two prosecutors who were present—Jernigan and first assistant DA Lindsey Roberts—would handle the case in an unbiased manner. There were other details that startled him too, like the peculiar metal spires he saw in the distance every now and then, which he soon understood were cellphone towers.
They trailed after him as he took his first steps out of the courthouse, his face upturned toward the sun.
A week later, the Supreme Court concurred with Harle’s findings and ruled that an inquiry should proceed. A judge appointed by the Texas Supreme Court will hear evidence at an upcoming disciplinary hearing, which has not yet been scheduled. If Sturns finds that Anderson violated the law, he could refer the case to the Texas attorney general’s office, even though Anderson’s attorneys have argued that the statute of limitations has long since expired on any offenses that he might be charged with. One of my exes, I had sex with him on the first evening (I initiated it) and we still talk and recently he told me I’m his first love and he wanted to marry me and no other girl has come close. Maryland, which holds that prosecutors are required to turn over any evidence that is favorable to the accused. Because she had been in bed at the time of the killing, in her nightgown, with the blinds closed, Michael believed that she had been attacked shortly after he left for work early that morning. Before Eric was born, Christine had wanted to name him Michael Morton Jr., but Michael had balked, telling her that he would rather their son have his own distinct identity. Based on information culled from these sources, she was able to assemble a detailed time line that plotted out where Norwood had previously resided.
She said that the police had not adequately  investigated the murder and that detectives had told the family they were working on it, but she didn’t believe they were.” Kanaby read on as Caitlin explained that she had barely known her mother because the murder had happened when she was three.
Morton,” he said, “if you start having bad thoughts, I want you to remember that when all of this happened to you, I was only twelve years old.” Michael smiled and assured the deputy that he had nothing to worry about. In his cell, he found a tidy pile of clothes that his mother had hurriedly bought for him the previous day. He spotted Mario Garcia at the back of the courtroom and motioned to his friend to step forward, enveloping him in a long, silent bear hug.
At the courthouse, rumor held that he had his sights set on obtaining an appointment to the Court of Criminal Appeals, the state’s highest court for criminal cases.
Her outrage was fueled by what was widely seen as Anderson’s failure to take any personal responsibility for his role in a conviction that he had long trumpeted as one of the pinnacles of his prosecutorial career. If the judge determines that Anderson withheld evidence, he could be reprimanded, have his law license suspended, or be disbarred.
Michael’s lawyers, however, argue that the four-year window during which a prosecutor can be charged for violations such as suppression of evidence has not yet closed because Anderson committed an ongoing act of “fraudulent concealment” that did not end until August 2011, when Judge Lott’s file was unsealed. Naturally, once I felt like I was back to myself and in a good place, the guy starts hitting me up again to go sailing (the hobby that jumpstarted our relationship in the beginning). The Williamson County Sun announced, “He’s Guilty.” Michael had become a pariah—a “murderous pervert,” as he would ironically refer to himself. She was relieved when she found that the Austin Police Department maintained a web page devoted to cold cases. So too was the realization that Caitlin and Eric had been the same age when they lost their mothers. During the dog days of summer, Michael had used the commissary money his parents sent him to buy ice cream for some of them, earning himself the nickname the Ice Cream Man. Now, as he walked down the concrete hallway for the last time, he looked up and saw scores of inmates standing on the second tier, clapping and whistling and cheering for him. Well, this site won’t be helpful for that at all but you can always Google emotional intimacy.



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