I looked up and saw two paramedics. They were careful as they placed him on a gurney. They slipped him into their ambulance and then he was gone.The m...torcycle cop stood there with an evil grin on his face, his gun still drawn. The grin went away as he saw the crowd beginning to gather and close in around him. I could feel the cold rage radiating from this mob of angry citizens. "That dirty cop shot the great profile." someone yelled.Another voice yelled, "Are we going to take this?"Someone. Adds Rebecca, fixing the tablecloth and playing with a spoon.”Give me a cigarette.”Gary, intrigued, hands her his packet. Rebecca lights the cigarette and inhales a deep puff. “Well, you see, we met at the Boston Trading Bar. On the top floor, the 102nd. You know? - Yes, of course, he answers briefly so as not to interrupt. - In the elevator, on the way down, there were about fifteen of us, all white except him. Rebecca pauses to exhale the smoke. “I was embarrassed, a black man, you understand. He slowly touched my hand then came close to my face & looked passionately at each other. I was the one to break the tension, I couldn’t bear it anymore & I kissed & bite his lips & in a second we both were kissing our everything. Even though we were dressed, we liked these things & he was kissing my neck, squeezing my breasts, hugging my pelvis, rubbing my thighs, caressing my buttocks. My moaning made him to do something special & he started pressing & fondling my thing (you know vagina) &. In fact, she realized, the empty galvanized-metal pail acted almost like a megaphone amplifying the sounds.Looking up she asked, "Must you watch me disgrace myself? Can't I even relieve myself in peace?"Steve didn't reply but didn't turn away, either. After replacing the rag in her vagina that was serving as a sanitary napkin she stood up and disposed of her waste as she'd been instructed. After returning the pail to its corner she turned and was slapped three times quickly across her face..