And, of course, since the police could holdfemales in custody for up to eight months, they did so. For the wholeeight months. As you can imagine, they...were not allowed any access to theirown family and friends during this time, still less a lawyer. As you can also imagine, with females held helpless and incommunicado foreight months by the police, abuse of the women in custody began to occur. Atfirst the government simply denied that it took place, then they tried to avoidthe issue, and then. Some body may feel this as a case of cheating since this involves a breach of confidence between friends. Any way I don’t want to go to the moral side of this at present. I had an affair with my friend’s wife and it continued for a few years.It was a perfect understanding between us and it was sex for sex. Nothing more nothing less. We could carry on it to a reasonable time and had to give up due to some other matter not connected to my friend ship with him. He is friend of mine and we mingle. Until I met Jean-Francois Heureux. A tall, good-looking young Black woman originally from the island of Haiti. Jean-Francois moved to the City of Montreal, Quebec, with his parents a while back. He graduated from McGill University with a Law degree and was now working for a big firm in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. At the time we met, I really didn’t feel like letting a man into my life but Jean-Francois was persistent like only a Black man could be. He pursued me doggedly, and eventually I. Brook snatched it from my hand.“Hi,” Brook said.“Oh, uh-huh ... hmmm, yes ... okay, yes ... no, he’s a dork ... right, ‘stupid boy’ is a better term ... okay, bye,” Brook said, and then turned to the other three. “We need to talk.”She handed me back my phone and they all walked into the school, leaving me on the front steps wondering what had just happened.During PE Coach Hope found me lifting with Wolf.“Dawson, in my office,” he barked.I looked at Wolf and neither of us could think of anything.