" In the background, one of the whores moaned in pleasure.Tabitha turned an amused glance on the women. "Don' be shy! Git yourself off! Do what ya haf...a! An' if you boys wanna keep your balls, y'all better be workin' it!" Armand waved her over, grinning, and Tabitha started shucking the trousers off one of the hoods with practiced hands. "Well, lookit that! I wonder how big THAT gets when it's stiff?" She started jacking the shaft of a decently-sized black cock, which rose to something over. This person had reddish-brown hair. I raised a hand up and rubbed my head. There was hair there, where I hadn't had much at all for years, but it was closely cropped, and dense. Definitely not the thin limp strands I knew."What the hell is going on?" I said to myself. Nobody answered.Having heard laughing kids somewhere outside while waking up, I figured it wouldn't do to open the tent flaps until I had something on, so I finished reaching for the cargo bag and pulled it open, as it wasn't. Within minutes, a large burly woman, covered with tattoos, was knocking heads and throwing people through the swinging red doors. She was the infamous Cairo Mary, scourge of raging sailors and drunks in this part of California. As things started to quiet down, a large man, Charles Eisenberg aka Shanghai Red, yelled out, “I can lick any man in the joint! Now knock it off!” The noisy din returned to the bar, but you had the sense that more fights, broken bottles, and broken noses, would soon. Nothing had been done to extradite Grafton. Without Morehead’s cooperation, it would never happen. Even if Morehead were so disposed, he was now mentally incompetent to testify credibly. Paul made a note to ask Ted to write to the DA in Springfield to make sure that Morehead didn’t make bail. He thought that it was essential for Audrey’s safety. Normally, he would have asked Wilton to attend to it, but he didn’t trust him to do so. Harry Carmichael, the only one without a lawyer to guard him,.