It was of a beautiful nude woman, around 25 in age, blindfolded, gagged, hands bound behind her back, just kneeling, and facing the viewer. I realised...it was a photograph, not a painting, and said so to Amy, whose hands were still squeezing me slowly. “Yes, that’s my favourite, do you know who she was?” I looked closely, and my mouth dropped open. “Amy, is that you? I think it is, the look in your eyes, obviously you have..matured..but yes, that’s you isn’t it?” She nodded, and lowered her. .” Sara tried encouraging her passenger.“It’s no use, Sara,” Rosa whimpered as she started to moan, “The minute you park the car I want you to get out with me...”“I’ll do as you say. Here we are Rosa,” Sara said as she parked.Rosa stormed out of the car, screaming her lungs out. She removed the soaked mess of colors that hugged her tip. “I am so sorry Sara, I can’t hold it any longer,” Rosa said as Sara closed her door. She pointed her rod at the car and pressed the tip hard against the window.. Want to take walk around with me?”She didn’t answer, just stood and followed me out. We were in no particular hurry, just strolled, not holding hands but maybe a little close for strangers. Leaving Basin Street Station in our slow-rolling wake, we rounded a curve and crossed the empty street into what would later be renamed Louis Armstrong park. At the time, it was called Congo Square. A man was playing his trombone on a shaded bench, just fifty yards or so from us. Another played the trumpet. ” While they shake hands her eyes go wide with surprise at the mention of Ma Hanson.“I’m not too well, Mister McDean. My last boyfriend beat me up bad, which’s why he’s now my ex. The police expect him to spend some time inside for doing this. I’ve been laid up for five weeks and the doc expects me to stay here for another four weeks. He calls in twice a week since I can’t go to the surgery and there’s no room at the hospital.”“Mack is my first name and the family name is Dean, not one name. I.