"Ilsa lay her head on Melanie's tummy. "What are we going to do?" We have no choice but to tell the truth, baby," Melanie said, stroking Ilsa's hair. ...They'll have everything. We just have to explain all about us, Ms. Crow blackmailing us, all that, and what we were forced to do with her and Desireee. But that we weren't there when they were killed. Someone else did that. We'll be fine as long as we don't lie."Ilsa said nothing, just nodded weakly.In Ms. Crow's dorm, a detective knelt next to. As we drove the short distance home I had a good view between her open legs and the tightness of her thin shorts, I am sure she saw me looking but didn’t say anything, we chatted on the drive back and she told me how she is a single mum, works part time and keeps fit at the local gym, I could certainly see that.We parked round the back and I hobbled up to the patio, Sam helped and had a sweet sweaty smell, it was a turn on, but we reached the patio and I gave Sam the key as I sat in the chair. We were sitting at the table. She'd moved in with me. I couldn't remember when it happened and I couldn't remember asking. When I was ready for her to move in, she was already there along with a feeling that she'd been there for some time. Time after that we started this conversation."I think you have something you've been wanting to tell me." I started."You mean like some dark secret I've kept from you all this time and therefore presumably wouldn't be able to tell you now for the same. That’s all the answer you’ll ever need on the bloody subject. I really wish more University graduates from Canada, especially the ones who aren’t White, would come to America in search of better lives. Sadly, most of them are indoctrinated to see Canada as a land of perfection. They don’t seem to mind that their (often less gifted academically ) White classmates will get the better jobs after graduating with less than stellar grades from the local colleges and universities. That’s pretty much a.