"She left me a note," she continued. "She said she couldn't keep doing this...whatever this was supposed to be. I never saw her again, never heard fro... her, and couldn't find her when I went looking for her."It finally dawned on me. "I must remind you of her," I said. She nodded. "You look a lot like her," she said. "I didn't realize it until I saw her picture."Things were becoming clearer and I didn't like the view. She'd made love to me, but it was Tikki that she saw when she came. No wonder. " As he walks under the tree something lands on his head. "Damn..." He says rubbing his head looking at the ground looking at the red bumpy fruit. Though strange it still seems to be edible. He than wonders why he hadn't seen the fruit before but quickly dismiss the idea thinking thats because it wasn't in season at the moment. He picks up the soft yet hard looking fruit. He bits into it and juices that are sweet flwo into his mouth. The juice quickly turns from sweet, to sour, to bitter, to. "But no one lives in the Bois de Vincennes! I have heard that it is haunted and not a place where one should go for a casual stroll. I live in Montmartre and, while it is not a savory place to wander, I at least feel secure enough to walk the streets where I will during the hours of daylight. Madame, do you mean to tell me that you live in a place where it is not only dangerous to walk the paths during daylight, but an open invitation to disaster if one decides to venture off the marked ways? I. Suddenly Diane started to cry saying how we would never get out and that it might be days before anybody finds us, we might even die in here. I tried to comfort her saying that if it came to it the caretaker would find us tomorrow afternoon.“Oh great,” she said sarcastically, “only another thirty hours to wait, I can’t see what I was crying about.” However, she did stop crying. I managed to start up another conversation and we both relaxed, so much so, that I forgot about my staunch erection.