“Oh, I am so sorry that happened to you, child. How terrible. Of course we will help you. I’m Thea, and this is my husband Otmar. Come, come with ...s.”“What has happened to her, wife?” Otmar asked, fatherly concern crossing his face. He stroked his gray-peppered beard.“Swanhilda,” Thea said, her voice thick. The sour scent of anger poured off of her along with a prickly emotion. I breathed in deeply, parsing out her musk from the others around me, cataloging it with my sensitive nose.Was it. The leader was a big guy and the rest look to be about average. The leader had the serving gal on his lap and he was pawing at her breast. I pulled a chair up to their table.“What do want?” The big guy roared.“Fellows we a peaceful town, can you let the girl go and if your done here mount your horses and leave.”“Now who is going to make us? You squirt?”“No, I was hoping to be able to reason with you about this situation. Could you please let the girl go?”The leader leaped up to his feet. "Alex ... Alex... , are you that kid from New Orleans?" The so-called 'Angel of New Orleans'? Yep, unfortunately that's me," Alex admitted with a shrug.Alex thought Jordan was about to blow a gasket. His cheeks were puffed up and the color was rising in his cheeks, but Peter paid him no mind."Please, come, let's talk," he said, motioning Alex toward some chairs in the hotel's lobby. "I'm not sure I actually believe any of this, but I'm curious how a self-proclaimed atheistic angel comes to find. Then I looked back at Dave. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I should have dropped my skirt at that point. Instead I pressed on."And this," I said, pausing for dramatic effect, "is what a bride's panties look like." I slowly pulled my dress up to my chest.Dave's mouth dropped open. "Wow," he said. I looked down at Dave's pants. I recognised the big bulge I'd seen many times before. The sight of it made me feel woozy."I love how they're sort of transparent," he said. The panties I wore were.