Rex: "No, Cassie don't!"But it's too late. By the time Rex finishes his sentence, Cassie has already handcuffed her left wrist to your right wrist.Cas...ie(looking at Rex): "What? They're just trick handcuffs."(looking at you): "Right?"John: "They're not mine."Cassie: "Then whose are they?"Rex: "They're Dad's. And they're real."Cassie: "Oh...well we can call Dad and he'll come with the key."Rex: "It may not be that easy."Cassie: "Why not?"Rex: "Those are an old pair of handcuffs. The key to them. We’d had a few drinks the night before.I should explain, neither my wife, Claire, nor Dave are drinkers so they never had all that much, whereas Connie and I like a drop of scotch and tend to put a fair amount away.It was the Sunday morning, I was laying in bed when the door opened and Connie brought in a cup of coffee.“Your wife and my old man have gone off to the shops,” she said putting the coffee on the bedside cabinet. “I couldn’t face it. How are you?”“I’m fine, love,” I said pulling. I hadn’t even realized when it happened. Kora had ... had used her magic. She painted something so perfect, so skilled that it had fooled even my senses. If I hadn’t been one of the fleeing persons, I wouldn’t have even considered that they were fake.And neither had the guards.The entire palace shuddered and rang like a gong as the soldiers charged after us, landing and darting into the corridors to give chase. Conleth and Turlough both hovered in the air above us, gaping in shock.“I didn’t. Then she along with her friends joined our table and the fun started. That night we did some close dance, kissed each other and exchanged our numbers.Evetually, we started dating. We roaming in and around the city, kissing publicly. She liked to wear sexy clothes, showing her cleavage and milky white thighs.On her birthday, I surprised her with roses, balloons,special cake and a gift. Then I decorated her flat. Alisa was alone there that time as her flatmate had gone to her village. She was so.