A high-end sex worker was finishing up a session with one of her regulars—a prominent, high-powered circuit court judge. As he was getting dressed, he looked at her with genuine affection and said, “Candy, we’ve been seeing each other for years. I’m lonely, you’re brilliant, and frankly, I’m in love. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Candy gasped, clutching her silk robe. “Oh, Your Honor! I’m floored! But… we come from such different worlds. Are you sure you want to be married to a woman with my… professional history?”The judge took her hands in his and said firmly, “My dear, I have spent thirty years on the bench. I am a man of the law! I don’t care about your past. I only care about our future.”
Candy wiped a tear from her eye and whispered, “Then yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!”
“Wonderful!” the judge beamed. “Now, as for the ceremony, I was thinking we could do a small, private exchange of vows this Saturday.”
Candy frowned and shook her head. “Oh, I can’t do Saturday, honey. I’ve already got three depositions and a sidebar scheduled.”
The judge blinked. “Depositions? You mean… clients?”
“Exactly,” Candy replied. “But don’t worry! Once we’re married, I’ll give you the *Spousal Privilege*—half price on all oral arguments and I’ll never sustain your objections in bed.”
