Maybe a half dozen knockout white women at some kind of beach camp, surrounded by big black bucks, and almost everyone naked. Some of the women just w...re bikini bottoms, and anyway the women were posing and preening on a sort of raised platform, and it looked like some kind of slave auction.In fact, I had to stare because lots of the bucks held whips or paddles, and almost every one of the babes had a few pink stripes across their beautiful bottoms or thighs. And they almost all had a tattoo on. Um, I’ve had a bit of training in dealing with people that try to harm me, or someone I care about. My instructors always told me that the only fair fights are those in sporting events. The rest of the time, you can either be the victim, or you can be a survivor.” I looked over to where the ambulance crew had loaded Baker onto the gurney and were wheeling him to their vehicle.“I’m a survivor.” I looked back at the sergeant. “I realize that you, or someone, will have a large amount of paperwork. I caught her stealing a look at me, to see if I had noticed. We got a table in the corner. We made small talk. She had an elaborate fictional history of Joy’s life. She used to live in NYC, but moved to Denver, where she lived with her sister now. They lived only a few blocks away from me. There were stories of ex-boyfriends, ex-girlfriends, a marriage that lasted 3 tumultuous months. She hinted at having been a cam girl or a stripper at one time, but she kept the details vague. I kept to the. .. I can’t really explain. How would you describe it, Chris? Without spoiling it, I mean.”“Awesome.” He sipped his beer, brushed his blond hair from his face, and then continued, “Although Jack only watches it to see Brad Pitt’s arse.”“That’s not true! It’s also for his bare, sweaty torso... Mmm! But the story is great too. You should definitely watch it.”“Well, with a recommendation like that, I probably should,” he said, a hint of his Brummie accent coming through on the last word. “One.