" It doesn't matter what sort of drummer you are, you still need a kit, Aiden." Have you ever watched a marching band?" he asked. "I played side, snar... and bass at different times. I ended up as the drum-major, but I've never sat at a stool with a kit." You told me he was a drummer!" Hope said, turning on Corrine."That's what he told me. I didn't go into it too much," Corrine said, trying not to laugh."I used to play in a marching band," Lorraine put in, trying to defuse the situation. "Was. The officiant pulled a ring from the book in his hands, handing it to Gail. She looked at Mike, and the two of them held it between them. Together, they slipped the ring on my finger, whispering, Master in unison. Then by the power vested in my, I now pronounce you Master and wives. You may consummate your union. They both looked up at me, smiling, tears streaming down their cheeks, waiting. I laughed, bending enough to hook a finger in each of their collars, gently tugging them to their feet.. I feel my cock fill the sheath as I wrap the belt around my ankles and buckle it. I pull the handcuffs up from behind the headboard. They're locked to a short length of chain; the other end locked to an eye I'd screwed into the back of the headboard. The keys to the handcuffs and cock sheath are on top the nightstand. Once I lock the handcuffs on, the keys could be anywhere. If I'm careful to lock the handcuffs on with the locks facing away from my hands I could hold the key in my hand and not. I’m wearing it to the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding.”A defendant in a lawsuit involving large sums of money was saying to his lawyer “If I lose this case, I’ll be ruined.”“It’s in the judge’s hands now” said the lawyer.“Would it help if I sent the judge a box of cigars?” asked the defendant.“Oh no!” said the lawyer. “This judge is a stickler for ethical behaviour. A stunt like that would prejudice him against you. He might even find you in contempt of the court. In fact, you.