I am sure I will hate every long, endless moment of that ceremony. AI reports that I can put it off; the ceremony, that is. Apparently, the bonding is...exclusive. That is to say, when the family is bonded in the way the people want to do so. It's not possible for me to marry any other woman. Oh, I can have concubines and such. But none of them can share the family name. All though it's tempting to do so. I think I should at least wait until I have all six of my wife's before doing that. If I. But most of us prefer this type which fastens at the front. There are also designs like mine which have metal rings sewn between the two layers of the band, but they’re more suited for slaves like me.”“Have you always been a member of the Slave caste?” I ask.“No, Lady. I transferred only a few weeks ago. Before that, I was like you, a Lady.”“What made you decide to change?” I ask, intrigued by Brooke’s decision.“Only a Slave or a Mistress can participate in all of the activities at La Chatte. It wasn’t his favorite style, but it wasn’t bad either. At intermission they parted to find the rest rooms. Lou was detained as he exited the washroom. He had run into one of his accounting professors, and they had small talk for a few minutes. He finally spoke up, ‘It’s been nice to see you, sir. I think I’d better get back to my date.’ The two men separated with a handshake, and Lou turned to where he thought he would find Julie. He spied her, back against the wall across the lobby. An older. The hour was approaching; the actual day had been agreed days in advance; this time it was going to be an evening encounter, possibly lasting the whole night.There was a delicate tap at the door, it sounded like angle wings; he had not gone to heaven; heaven had come to him. They embraced, shesmelt of the crisp early evening air. As it was approaching thefestive season, Christmas day was four days away; he wanted to buy his new found sole mate a gift. They learnt various details about each.