I held her panties up. She immediately grabbed them and threw them to the floor. After throwing them, she put her hands over her face and slid them down slowly saying "I'm never drinking again. How much do you know? I'm serious. Were you at the poker tournament or watching from the glass doors. Did you set it up? Was it your idea? You did didn't you?" I then said with another profound lie, "Listen, it's okay. Yes, I had it arranged. I watched most of it, but not all of it. I've been back for some time and was fine with it. Just tell me about it. I want to hear all of it." She instantly began spilling it all, not knowing how much I had seen or not seen. I feel as though she wanted to confess it, especially after the undeniable view of her panties. She began saying, "God, I figured you knew,
