A rather virtuous young couple marry.
The soon-to-be lovers fly immediately after the ceremony to Toronto for their Honeymoon.
After a wet (or at least slightly damp) week on the Canadian side of the Falls, the couple returns and settles into their new life.
The following Saturday, the young bride meets her friends for lunch.
The self- appointed mature one of the lot, a lady married a full two years prior, presses the newly deflowered woman for details.
“Well,” she finally admits, “It was nice enough, once I got over my embarrassment.”
“Embarrassed to see your whole man for the first time?” The older girl teases.
The bride swiftly shakes her head. “No, it’s just that we were stopped by security at the border, and they unpacked my whole bag in front of everyone.”
The other girls agree that this would be embarrassing.
“Well, then the condoms from my bag fell onto the ground,” she whispered.
The older girl spoke for them all, “Bless your heart! That would be awful.”
“That’s not the worst of it,” the girl continued.
“After that, my husband got upset, and the security decided he was that he was being aggressive, took him into custody, and strip searched him!”
The other ladies looked stricken. Finally, one hugged the bride amongst murmers of “You poor thing!” “That would be mortifying!” and one or two more “Bless your heart!”s.
The girl nodded her thanks for the support, then continued “and thats when we got to the embarrassing bit.
The border guys were polite through the whole thing, and kept apologizing during the strip search.
But Aaron kept shouting “I’ll sue for that slander! Don’t you listen to them, Honey!”