In another alcove, the only one with a door at the back, stood a tall, statuesque woman with a blond braid dressed in crisscrossing strips of leather....In her alcove hung many lengths of rope, paddles, lashes, chains, and crops. She defiantly eyed the crowd as they passed her until a craggy faced sailor did something wrong, or perhaps right. She barked something at him, pointing and ordering him to stand before her. He slowly did looking, confused, intrigued and worried.The curtain shut. The. " Anything," I said. "I'll do anything, give you anything. Just pleasedon't give away my secret!" Hmmmm," she mused. "Anything? That sounds sort of interesting. Tell youwhat: Why don't you rub me down with suntan oil while I think it over." Yes Ma'am, right away," I said, hurriedly getting out the oil while Rodstretched out on a beach towel."And while you're rubbing," Rod went on, "you can tell me all about howyou happen to be masquerading as Julia VanLow. Start with your real nameand don't. How about you Kenny? The last I knew, you were on your way to school to be a mechanic. Why are you here, and in that uniform?’ ‘It’s a long story Mrs. F, let’s just say that things didn’t work out and let it go at that. It’s been nice seeing you again ma’am, you are looking good. I should get back to work now.’ Ken stood up and placed his hat, emblazoned with ‘SECURITY’, back on his head and made to move out. ‘Wait a minute Kenny, are you having trouble? You look about as sad as I have ever. She turned into a house two doors down. I never seen her before and I wondered how she was related to Mr. Jones, a widower who lived in that house two doors down. Then I remembered that my mom told me that Mr. Jones moved to New York about two months ago. This lady must be new. I watched as she parked her car and walked toward her front door. She stopped and looked in my direction. She started to walk towards me. Shit! I don’t know what to say!She approaches me. “Hi how are you? You.