She didn’t have that either, not that I was expecting her to have it either, I was just taking the conversation further.I then messaged her, “Ok, ...ust normal pics in undies will do… :P”TWINKLE: Shutup!ME: Hahahaa, kidding re! Anyway, what color underwear are you wearing now? :DTWINKLE: Oh my god! You’re mad kya! I’ll kill you.ME: tell na.TWINKLE: seriously?ME: YesTWINKLE: You’re an idiot! White and black.ME: White what and black what.TWINKLE: Oh god!. White bra and black underwear.ME:. She kept pointing at me and yelling to the officers, "He's the good guy – he's the one that saved me. Let him go. He's all right."One cop gestured, and I did the split in a kneeling position leaning against the nearest car as the other cop frisked me. I called attention to the loaded pistol and knife on the ground, telling them the gun was evidence of a murder and urging them not to touch it if they wanted fingerprints.The blond kept insisting on my innocence. Since she was the obvious victim,. "Stop me if I'm wrong," he said.She didn't speak... couldn't!"You came to Montreal to be near your child, found employment waiting table and there met Antoine Poirier, adopted nephew of Gaston Larreau, the Syndicate's number-one wheel here in Canada. A real nice chap, too, this Larreau... I mean, who else would make his own nephew, adopted or whatever, president of a company that he was using to extort beaucoup dollars from the public just so he could have a fall-guy? A real benefactor, that. I know you're back here. I smell the weed. I've been watching you." Elyse called out from the center of the courts. Slowly, I emerged from the woods and waved her over to me."I hope you didn't tell nobody. I just wanna have fun on this trip, that's all." I asked desperately."You're fine. And to prove my loyalty to you..." she snatched the joint and to a long hit, then held and blew the smoke in the air. "You should take a hit from my bowl on the trip. I've got some GDP that will leave you.