"I countered, "How about 'Expert Witness?" And what am I to tell the auditors when they ask what area of expertise they had?" She asked playfully.I an...wered, "Forensic Knot Expert." You're kidding right?"I told her truthfully, "You could always try it. I read about this guy in Great Britain last year. He's a member of the International Guild of Knot Tyers & Forensic Science Society." Okay, I'll bite, how does that make a hooker an expert witness?"While taking off my jacket, I said, "Well, a. Outside, where the brisk wind whipped her blouse about and occasionally exposed the hard pink nipples on her beautiful snowy white breasts, she was oblivious to the numerous, sometimes lewd, compliments from the men and the jealous sneers from the women they passed enroute to the People's transportation stop, on the streetcar, and from their stop to the apartment. Nor did she notice the numerous looks of envy the men directed at Batschka, who would have grinned at the latter if only he weren't. Captain Ramsey wanted her aboard, and her dunnage stowed, by 8 am, although we were not due to sail until the afternoon.The prison governor greeted me with the news that she had escaped. He took me to her cell; the door hung open, and on the floor lay the body of the bearded turnkey, his trousers around his ankles and his throat cut."He was discovered when the morning shift came on duty at five. The surgeon says he had been dead for three or four hours."I looked at the dead turnkey, and knew. I was staying for a week in an oceanfront condo with a couple of buddies who had just left to go clubbing for the night. I had drunk far too much the night before and the thought of another round made my stomach roll, so I took a raincheck. I threw on a pair of trunks and a ratty T-shirt and headed for the beach, with the vague thought of swimming until dark. But as I was crossing the wooden bridge that protected the dunes, I saw her strikingly sexy profile. She was straight ahead of me and.