By Robmacz
I awoke the next morning to find my left hand still cuffed to the headboard. I heard Billy in the kitchen, and a few minutes later he was walking back into the bedroom wearing just a pair of boxers and carrying two mugs of coffee.
‘Morning, inmate,’ he said. ‘I’ve made some coffee. I guess I’ll need to take those off you, though. I’ll need them for work later.’
‘Shame,’ I said. ‘I could get used to wearing these.’
‘Well, we will have to see about that,’ he said with a cheeky grin.
‘What would happen,’ I asked, ‘if I got convicted of that DUI?’
‘Relax, you’ve no need to worry, I’ll inform the DA’s office today that after reviewing the evidence there isn’t probable cause.’
‘No, that’s not what I meant. Just suppose you didn’t do that and I pled guilty to the charge instead. What would I get?’
