Juror number eight in 100 words

The jury was made up with 11 women and me. I wondered why I was chosen. Why am I the token male. What question did I get wrong. I tried my best to fail the questions to get onto the jury. I went against nature, becoming a bigot and a stubborn, angry asshole. I can’t talk about the case. Not even here. But I can talk about the hand job juror number eight gave me. She’s juror number one in my book. Being stranded on an island with 11 women has its benefits. Juror number eight told me how much she enjoyed getting away from her husband and family for the weeks of the case. One thing led to another and then Sailor Ned got a lashing.