You are in. Make something up and it better be good.
So here's the story.
I met her during a skiing holiday, just by "chance". She didn't know at the time, but her husband had just been murdered. She found this out when she went back to her apartment in Paris, everything was missing, and the chief of police told her that he was murdered and all that was left was an airline bag with some seemingly useless everyday goods in it. After her late husband's funeral, she was notified by a man in the US Embassy that her husband had taken $250,000 of money from the US Government, and that three men were looking for the money, and that she must return the money to the Embassy before they found it and/or killed her. Needless to say, she was shocked to hear this, as she had never seen the money. Back at her new hotel, she is ambushed by one of the three men, but fortunately I was there to help her. Unfortunately for me, that man then called her room and told her that I was working with them to find the money. I had to explain that in fact, I was only pretending to be with them, and that I was actually the brother of a fourth man that they murdered when they were stealing the money with her late husband. After some twists and turns, and each of the other three men eventually being murdered as well, we found the man in the Embassy was actually one of the men that stole the money to begin with, and he was only impersonating a member of the US Government. I was able to save her from him just in time by causing him to fall through a trap door to his death.
Once we figured out where the money was (invaluable stamps on a letter addressed to her in the airline bag!), she convinced me that we must return the money to the Embassy, so I accompanied her into the building, and let her bring it in to the office of the Government official for recovering stolen money. Unbeknownst to her, I had snuck into my office through a side door, at which time she found out that I had made up all of my previous identities, and was in fact the very government official she was looking for. That was when I proposed to her, and she said that we would have to have several boys in order to name them each after my false identities.
*My congratulations to whoever gets the reference first*
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). She was there with a group from work and by the middle of the afternoon of hardcore apre skiing a few of her colleagues had a bit too much to drink. No, that's not accurate, they were *&@# faced and starting to annoy the other guests. The other patroller I was skiing with that day were called to the lounge to see if we couldn't encourage them to tune it down before we had to kick them off the property. Once we had our little talk most were apologetic and settled down but one lady, who happened to be Tootsie's boss, took our warning as a challenge and hopped up onto one of the round bar tables and started to do a pretend striptease. And she was not a small woman, actually quite large. Not obese exactly just substantial at around 6', 220lbs and with her white snow-pants looked like Bib the Michelin man from the waist down. My partner is annoyed and starts yelling at her to get down. I took a different approach knowing that talking wasn't going to work and instead I started to pull chairs out of the way so there's less for her to hit on what is going to be the inevitable application of gravity on her ample frame. Well, I wasn't quick enough since she wobbled backwards before I could get to those chairs and when she came down it was with her head getting cracked on another table and her shoulder and abdomen on an armrest. The whole lounge goes silent and she's down for the count like Spinks after getting tagged by Tyson. Fortunate I guess that the two ad hoc bouncers can revert to being medics and attend to this now unconscious bleeding mess. Should mention the whole time I can’t not notice this brunette in the group, cute as can be but looking mortified.
