Ya know Reg, remember what happened the last time I saw you? You remember when we went for the ride and all? 'I nodded, I remember I answered in a wh...sper. I never turned in that report he said with a smile. But I still have the notes and all. No you don't, I said, you gave me the paperwork, there was nothing on it. He laughed, I gave you a paper he said, I kept the notes. Cops don't give up their notes. He laughed again, Hell when I turn in these notes they'll tell how you invited me in. The next thing I heard pissed me off to the max, since it was obviously the sound of a blow. It silenced the female for a second, and then I could hear sobbing.Whoever they were they had to be close for me to hear so clearly. Whoever Carga was, he was about to find himself up shit creek. I'm a live and let live kind of guy, up to a point, but men hitting women had always been beyond that point for me, and even my trip into outer space hadn't changed that.I headed for the voices, or for where. When I moved to California, I discovered an underground scene of people who organize interracial sex parties and I soon dived in. I stumbled upon a brother, who went by the name King James, on a Yahoo group and he told me he held interracial sex parties. So I decided to attend one. The event was held at a nearby hotel. What is ironic about this hotel is that it also featured a salt and pepper club (a club where white women go to meet black men.) I had been to the club several times and had. "Give me those buckets," I snapped. "Return immediately to Her Ladyship's chamber and wait outside the door. Do not be caught flitting through the halls like night fairies. I stared at Jenny's gown, the front of which was wet, and showed her nipples clearly through the thin cloth. "What if someone saw you like that?" I pointed at the offending nubbins.Her hands flew to cover her breasts. I looked at Sally's chest as well, but she had dried better. None the less, her hands came to protect her.