More cases are added to Master's docket at The Hague every day. He has reduced his schedule though, not hearing cases on Monday mornings or Friday afternoons, facilitating our weekend travel to and from Glint.
It has become our habit on Monday mornings to have a leisurely breakfast on the terrace of our recently purchased home in the rural outskirts of Den Haag. The house staff arrange fresh flowers throughout the house, filling it with a delicate floral scent. Fresh milk and cream abound from the nearby farms. The Dutch people have been very warm and welcoming to both of us.
The cook, Tante Henrietta, spoils us with wonderful traditional meals and treats. Among her many delectable pastries is banket, which is an almond filled piece of heaven that is difficult to pass by. She packs baskets of food for us to take with us to Glint, always telling me as we head to the helicopter, her English heavily accented "This way, you concentrate on your Master while you're home and not worry about cooking, that is my job. Your job is making your Master happy!" At that, Master always smiles, pulls me still closer to his side and whispers "and you do that very well, my one!"
During the week, i accompany Master to work. i assist him with paperwork and any other tasks that make his life easier and more enjoyable. i have put myself in charge of his robes, ensuring that they are crisply ironed and always ready to be worn. Straightening his tie is my job, and one i protect ferociously, especially since it is such a perfect time to whisper "i love You" and kiss his cheek before i follow him out to the bench.
When court is in session, i kneel on a cushion beside his great chair behind the bench, taking notes, often laying my head on his leg nearest to me. Once court is recessed for the day, Master and i will frequently ride a two-seater bicycle around the town, enjoying the many sights and sounds, and sampling the wide variety of cheeses that are available. The sea isn't too far away, although as the days are becoming noticeably shorter, our afternoon seaside picnics occur via a car more so than via bicycle as they did when the days were longer.
Glint is never far from our thoughts, though, and we are always anxious for the weekends to arrive so that we can once again be home...together.
Tuesday 19 October 2010
Thursday 8 July 2010
Reunited!
Judge Marvin and Lacey have been reunited, and it truly "feels so good"! After the threat to Lacey in open court at the ICC on Tuesday, the written threats that Lacey has received at home in Glint, and the copy of one of the threats that was found in cupcake's pocket, Judge Marvin arranged a top secret mission to retrieve Lacey "to bring her here by my side where I can be sure that she is protected at all times."
One of the Judge's helicopters hovered over the courtyard of the Judge's and Lacey's home. While snipers inside the whirlybird covered every direction, a rope ladder was lowered by the Judge himself. Smiling happily at the surprise of seeing her beloved Master, Lacey climbed the rope. Once safely inside the cabin, Lacey was wrapped in her Master's loving arms...or he was wrapped in hers....or both.
The helicopter landed at an undisclosed airport, where an unmarked Gulfstream G-5 was waiting to take the pair to the Netherlands. A heavily armored limosine took the couple from the airport to an undisclosed hotel. Wednesday morning, Judge Marvin was back on the bench, looking bright eyed and well-satisfied. As the regular court reporter for the ICC is recording this case, Lacey is enjoying the chance to dabble with court room drawings while kneeling at Master's side on a large soft cushion, observing the proceedings. The defense was shocked to see Lacey walk into the courtroom behind Judge Marvin, her freshly sharpened dagger strapped to her thigh. Suddenly, the entire defense table seemed to be choking as they all reached for the water pitcher and plastic cups emblazoned with the ICC logo.
Once recovered from their surprise, the defense stated that they had finished their opening argument. The rest of the day was filled with the prosecution presenting evidence and questioning witnesses. At four pm, Judge Marvin called a halt to the day.
Since Lacey hadn't visited the Netherlands before, Judge Marvin rented a tandem bicycle. The rest of the afternoon was spent sight-seeing, with the bodyguards maintaining a watchful eye from a respectful distance. After enjoying an alfresco dinner, the Judge and Lacey returned to the hotel for a satisfying treat.
Arguments are expected to continue today in the well-publicized case. Both sides anticipate making closing statements on Friday morning, handing the case to the Judge for deliberation just before the lunch recess.
One of the Judge's helicopters hovered over the courtyard of the Judge's and Lacey's home. While snipers inside the whirlybird covered every direction, a rope ladder was lowered by the Judge himself. Smiling happily at the surprise of seeing her beloved Master, Lacey climbed the rope. Once safely inside the cabin, Lacey was wrapped in her Master's loving arms...or he was wrapped in hers....or both.
The helicopter landed at an undisclosed airport, where an unmarked Gulfstream G-5 was waiting to take the pair to the Netherlands. A heavily armored limosine took the couple from the airport to an undisclosed hotel. Wednesday morning, Judge Marvin was back on the bench, looking bright eyed and well-satisfied. As the regular court reporter for the ICC is recording this case, Lacey is enjoying the chance to dabble with court room drawings while kneeling at Master's side on a large soft cushion, observing the proceedings. The defense was shocked to see Lacey walk into the courtroom behind Judge Marvin, her freshly sharpened dagger strapped to her thigh. Suddenly, the entire defense table seemed to be choking as they all reached for the water pitcher and plastic cups emblazoned with the ICC logo.
Once recovered from their surprise, the defense stated that they had finished their opening argument. The rest of the day was filled with the prosecution presenting evidence and questioning witnesses. At four pm, Judge Marvin called a halt to the day.
Since Lacey hadn't visited the Netherlands before, Judge Marvin rented a tandem bicycle. The rest of the afternoon was spent sight-seeing, with the bodyguards maintaining a watchful eye from a respectful distance. After enjoying an alfresco dinner, the Judge and Lacey returned to the hotel for a satisfying treat.
Arguments are expected to continue today in the well-publicized case. Both sides anticipate making closing statements on Friday morning, handing the case to the Judge for deliberation just before the lunch recess.
Tuesday 6 July 2010
Judge Marvin's First Day at the ICC
Judge Marvin heard the opening statements today at the International Criminal Court (ICC) located in The Hague, Netherlands. The prosecution laid the foundation for their case throughout the morning and most of the afternoon. Judge Marvin called a brief recess before the drug cartel had their say, in which they stated that all of the charges were false, and that they were certain that Judge Marvin would immediately throw out the case, then softly added "if he ever wants to see Lacey again."
With that comment, Judge Marvin rose with an angry look on his face. Declaring that the day's proceedings were finished and court would resume in the morning, he picked up the large gavel, banging it so hard that it split into pieces. Whirling, his robes flying out behind him, he purposefully strode into his chambers. The chamber staff trembled as the saw the set to his jaw and the anger flashing in his eyes. One member of the staff who asked for anonymity said, "He hung up his robe and didn't say word one to anyone. He sat down behind his desk for just a few minutes before he picked up the telephone and punched a long stream of numbers. He spoke softly into the phone, then replaced the receiver. He stood up, grabbed his weapons, and walked out the door, his bodyguards running to catch up to him. Where he was going is anyone's guess."
Monday 5 July 2010
Judge Arrives Safely
Amid much fanfare and extremely tight security, PRG Judge Marvin Zeitman has arrived for the court case that begins tomorrow morning in The Hague.
The crowds were kept quite a distance from Judge Marvin, who was immediately whisked away in a heavily armored limosine to an undisclosed hotel location. Obviously, the threats against the Judge are being taken seriously.
Monday 24 May 2010
The Courtroom Drama of Mishacann Corp. vs. Beaustrum Corp.
In my previous blog, i had promised to tell the tale of a recent court case that Master had adjucated. The plaintiffs were represented in this case by the famous (perhaps more correctly "infamous") law firm of Wee, Skrewem & Lie, while the defendant was represented by Rippov & Runn.
Mishacann Corp is a closely held family company that manufactures health care items. They call their products "personal care" items, yet their company literature never states exactly what these items are. Mishacann decided to sue the Beaustrum Corp for "stealing intellectual property." As it turns out, Beaustrum Corp also manufactures "personal care" items, however their literature clearly states exactly what these items are, to wit, vibrators, dildos and other such adult novelties.
Apparently, Beaustrum released a new hollow dildo with an 18kt exterior. The base of the dildo has a screw lid, that when opened, allows access to the inside. The product marketing information states that this is intended to be filled by the end user with chocolate, so that during the dildo's use, the chocolate will slowly melt to a temperature "suitable for pouring onto any surface", offering yet another another treat.
Mishacann's claim was that this idea was stolen from them by a corporate spy. Beaustrum claims that the idea was created in-house by one of the corporate founders.
We arrived in Finland on Master's private jet, a Boeing 777 named "Air Zeitman One" on a cool morning, with sunrise still a few hours away. The city was still mostly asleep while we were whisked through via police escort to the courthouse. Master and i were taken to the Judge's Chambers where a hot breakfast waited. Master excused the servers, and well, let's just say that breakfast got even hotter.
The Chambers were excellently appointed, with a large marble full bathroom, a huge bay window overlooking the city, deep, plush carpeting that was just heavenly to walk upon in my bare feet (yes, i remain barefoot at all times), and the furniture, well, it was all meticuously hand carved by master craftsmen!
With just an hour before the trial, Master sat behind the desk with His feet up, while i performed my "finger warmup" exercises until Master began to dictate the questions He would ask during the trial. With a pages of questions and follow-up questions in hand, Master was fully prepared for the case. As the bailiff quieted the courtroom, i assisted Master with His robes, then scurried into the courtroom for His entrance.
He made a majestic entrance, with all eyes trained upon Him. He gave a hard look at both the plaintiff and defendant tables, and i heard them gasp as they finally understood that they were dealing with a consumate professional, wise and inquisitive judge. As He passed my small table, He gave me an affectionate wink. Settling Himself in the chair behind the desk, He picked up the gavel and banged it once, firmly, onto the block. It sounded like a gunshot as the sound echoed around the room. No one moved a muscle.
Master announced the case and stated that He had read both sides. He asked the plaintiff's attorneys to rise and begin.
Being lost in concentration to take down each and every word, as well as collect and mark the Exhibits, i wasn't able to watch and observe the gallery. Each attorney and witness was verifiably nervous as they faced the Judge. One witness nearly fainted as i swore him in. Once he sat down, he asked if i dressed that way all the time, to which i took offense, and i calmly stated that "my Master provides a very generous allowance to maintain and add to my wardrobe, so no, i don't always dress like this. i change my silks daily, and sometimes, multiple times per day." i looked up at Master to see Him smiling at me, obviously pleased by my answer. i felt like skipping back to my table, but, remembering where i was, i walked in a sedate manner.
At midday, Master was hungry and called for a recess. He and i adjourned to His Chambers, where a nice lunch had been provided. Master was ravenous, and quickly again dismissed the servers. i was quite satiated myself!
Once the session began again, the two sides brought out prototypes of the invention in question. After hearing the arguments back and forth, Master decided that the best thing to do was to study this on His own. After gathering the various prototypes, and calling for a case of His imported chocolate to be brought from the plane, He headed to His Chambers. i sat at my table until He snapped His fingers and said "Come, lacey!" i jumped up and hurried into the room.
Master filled the prototypes with chocolate to verify the claims of each of the two manufacturers, and the testing began. Hours later, we were both very glad of the large bathtub. Still both smiling, we got dressed and returned to the courtroom for Master's decision.
The tension in the courtroom was palpable. Lifetimes and corporations were held in the balance. No one dared breathe, except for Master and i. With my fingers poised over the keys once Master rendered His decision, i waited to hear the rich timbre of His beloved voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen," He began. "After exhaustive testing - and believe me, lacey is exhausted - I have come to my decision." There was a sharp intake of breath from the gallery.
"None of these products does what it says it will do. In no case was the chocolate at a temperature suitable for pouring on any surface. Instead, I find that the temperature of the melted chocolate was far too high, in fact, in all cases, it was very nearly boiling! As a chocolate connoisseur, I know that boiling chocolate destroys the elemental components, rendering a burnt taste to the chocolate, besides the marks that the overheated chocolate made on lacey's...umm, on lacey. Therefore, I hold both parties guilty of manufacturing a shoddy product and making false claims. I hereby sentence both corporations to punitive fines of $25 million US, each!"
With that, He again banged the gavel, stood and held out His hand to me. i put my small hand in His larger one, and i followed Him back into His Chambers.
Our trip home found Him seated on His couch in the very large and comfortable living area on His jet, with me wrapped in His arms, both of us dozing, dreaming of our beloved home in Glint.
Mishacann Corp is a closely held family company that manufactures health care items. They call their products "personal care" items, yet their company literature never states exactly what these items are. Mishacann decided to sue the Beaustrum Corp for "stealing intellectual property." As it turns out, Beaustrum Corp also manufactures "personal care" items, however their literature clearly states exactly what these items are, to wit, vibrators, dildos and other such adult novelties.
Apparently, Beaustrum released a new hollow dildo with an 18kt exterior. The base of the dildo has a screw lid, that when opened, allows access to the inside. The product marketing information states that this is intended to be filled by the end user with chocolate, so that during the dildo's use, the chocolate will slowly melt to a temperature "suitable for pouring onto any surface", offering yet another another treat.
Mishacann's claim was that this idea was stolen from them by a corporate spy. Beaustrum claims that the idea was created in-house by one of the corporate founders.
We arrived in Finland on Master's private jet, a Boeing 777 named "Air Zeitman One" on a cool morning, with sunrise still a few hours away. The city was still mostly asleep while we were whisked through via police escort to the courthouse. Master and i were taken to the Judge's Chambers where a hot breakfast waited. Master excused the servers, and well, let's just say that breakfast got even hotter.
The Chambers were excellently appointed, with a large marble full bathroom, a huge bay window overlooking the city, deep, plush carpeting that was just heavenly to walk upon in my bare feet (yes, i remain barefoot at all times), and the furniture, well, it was all meticuously hand carved by master craftsmen!
With just an hour before the trial, Master sat behind the desk with His feet up, while i performed my "finger warmup" exercises until Master began to dictate the questions He would ask during the trial. With a pages of questions and follow-up questions in hand, Master was fully prepared for the case. As the bailiff quieted the courtroom, i assisted Master with His robes, then scurried into the courtroom for His entrance.
He made a majestic entrance, with all eyes trained upon Him. He gave a hard look at both the plaintiff and defendant tables, and i heard them gasp as they finally understood that they were dealing with a consumate professional, wise and inquisitive judge. As He passed my small table, He gave me an affectionate wink. Settling Himself in the chair behind the desk, He picked up the gavel and banged it once, firmly, onto the block. It sounded like a gunshot as the sound echoed around the room. No one moved a muscle.
Master announced the case and stated that He had read both sides. He asked the plaintiff's attorneys to rise and begin.
Being lost in concentration to take down each and every word, as well as collect and mark the Exhibits, i wasn't able to watch and observe the gallery. Each attorney and witness was verifiably nervous as they faced the Judge. One witness nearly fainted as i swore him in. Once he sat down, he asked if i dressed that way all the time, to which i took offense, and i calmly stated that "my Master provides a very generous allowance to maintain and add to my wardrobe, so no, i don't always dress like this. i change my silks daily, and sometimes, multiple times per day." i looked up at Master to see Him smiling at me, obviously pleased by my answer. i felt like skipping back to my table, but, remembering where i was, i walked in a sedate manner.
At midday, Master was hungry and called for a recess. He and i adjourned to His Chambers, where a nice lunch had been provided. Master was ravenous, and quickly again dismissed the servers. i was quite satiated myself!
Once the session began again, the two sides brought out prototypes of the invention in question. After hearing the arguments back and forth, Master decided that the best thing to do was to study this on His own. After gathering the various prototypes, and calling for a case of His imported chocolate to be brought from the plane, He headed to His Chambers. i sat at my table until He snapped His fingers and said "Come, lacey!" i jumped up and hurried into the room.
Master filled the prototypes with chocolate to verify the claims of each of the two manufacturers, and the testing began. Hours later, we were both very glad of the large bathtub. Still both smiling, we got dressed and returned to the courtroom for Master's decision.
The tension in the courtroom was palpable. Lifetimes and corporations were held in the balance. No one dared breathe, except for Master and i. With my fingers poised over the keys once Master rendered His decision, i waited to hear the rich timbre of His beloved voice.
"Ladies and gentlemen," He began. "After exhaustive testing - and believe me, lacey is exhausted - I have come to my decision." There was a sharp intake of breath from the gallery.
"None of these products does what it says it will do. In no case was the chocolate at a temperature suitable for pouring on any surface. Instead, I find that the temperature of the melted chocolate was far too high, in fact, in all cases, it was very nearly boiling! As a chocolate connoisseur, I know that boiling chocolate destroys the elemental components, rendering a burnt taste to the chocolate, besides the marks that the overheated chocolate made on lacey's...umm, on lacey. Therefore, I hold both parties guilty of manufacturing a shoddy product and making false claims. I hereby sentence both corporations to punitive fines of $25 million US, each!"
With that, He again banged the gavel, stood and held out His hand to me. i put my small hand in His larger one, and i followed Him back into His Chambers.
Our trip home found Him seated on His couch in the very large and comfortable living area on His jet, with me wrapped in His arms, both of us dozing, dreaming of our beloved home in Glint.
Monday 26 April 2010
Where Is Master Marvin?
When in Glint alone, i am often asked "where is Master Marvin?" It makes me happy to know that my Master is adored and admired by many citizens of the PRG. He is an amazing person; intelligent, handsome, witty, full of fun and sexy as all get out! i am so fortunate to be owned by Him!
Back to the question of where Master is when He isn't at home in Glint. Master is a hard-working soul. If He isn't serving as a bodyguard for persons of note, He is passing judgment in courtrooms around the globe, and of course, He also is keeping an eye on His investments. For example, just recently Master had arranged another large shipment of fine Belgian chocolate to be delivered to His home in Switzerland (oh, it is a modest home, with only 32 bedrooms, 40 bathrooms, and a mere 30,000 square feet - just a chalet, really).
The seller attempted to swindle Master by replacing the chocolate bars with Peeps - you know, those brightly colored, sugar-coated marshmallow (sort of) things that are often in the shape of bunnies and chicks at Easter. YUCK! Peeps just can't compare with the rich, silky feel of chocolate melting on one's tongue...
Master was on the way to adjucate a court case, bringing along His favorite court reporter (that would be me). He had a feeling that the seller couldn't be trusted, so He took a slight detour to show up in the shipyard. There, He found the miscreant in the midst of his "Peeps for chocolate" switcheroo. Master strode up to the seller, and looked over His glasses at the swindler. The swindling seller took one look at Master with His hand on His whip, His sword at His side and His bow on His back, and immediately said that the container of Peeps was a gift to Master to go along with the chocolate.
With that settled, Master and i continued to His court appointment, which pitted two internationally known law firms against each other; Wee, Skrewem & Lie represented the plaintiffs, and Rippov & Runn represented the defendants. i'll tell that tale soon!
After the court case finished, Master and i hosted a huge outdoor party in Switzerland for the entire village. There were plenty of Peeps for everyone, and i discovered that Peeps are greatly improved by toasting over a fire. Perhaps Master will import some Peeps to Glint, after all, bunnies are our national animal!
Back to the question of where Master is when He isn't at home in Glint. Master is a hard-working soul. If He isn't serving as a bodyguard for persons of note, He is passing judgment in courtrooms around the globe, and of course, He also is keeping an eye on His investments. For example, just recently Master had arranged another large shipment of fine Belgian chocolate to be delivered to His home in Switzerland (oh, it is a modest home, with only 32 bedrooms, 40 bathrooms, and a mere 30,000 square feet - just a chalet, really).
The seller attempted to swindle Master by replacing the chocolate bars with Peeps - you know, those brightly colored, sugar-coated marshmallow (sort of) things that are often in the shape of bunnies and chicks at Easter. YUCK! Peeps just can't compare with the rich, silky feel of chocolate melting on one's tongue...
Master was on the way to adjucate a court case, bringing along His favorite court reporter (that would be me). He had a feeling that the seller couldn't be trusted, so He took a slight detour to show up in the shipyard. There, He found the miscreant in the midst of his "Peeps for chocolate" switcheroo. Master strode up to the seller, and looked over His glasses at the swindler. The swindling seller took one look at Master with His hand on His whip, His sword at His side and His bow on His back, and immediately said that the container of Peeps was a gift to Master to go along with the chocolate.
With that settled, Master and i continued to His court appointment, which pitted two internationally known law firms against each other; Wee, Skrewem & Lie represented the plaintiffs, and Rippov & Runn represented the defendants. i'll tell that tale soon!
After the court case finished, Master and i hosted a huge outdoor party in Switzerland for the entire village. There were plenty of Peeps for everyone, and i discovered that Peeps are greatly improved by toasting over a fire. Perhaps Master will import some Peeps to Glint, after all, bunnies are our national animal!
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