I began to tremble all over, and felt the urge to cry. "I don't know. I can't remember who I am!" "Damn," cried the lifeguard. "I was afraid of ...his. The blow to the head, plus lack of oxygen to your brain, has scrambled your memory. I'm glad we're taking you to the hospital." He had a look of grave concern on his face. I thought he was going to cry too. I grabbed his hand. "You saved me didn't you? What happened?" "Yeah, I guess I did. You were caught in the undertow. You. The legs were cut so high they ended above her hip bones. There was an earthiness that set her apart from all of the other women on the street.She was bravely smiling at the small crowd but Kevin sensed that this was a front and that she was really terrified.Kevin was right, she was terrified. When Marcy and Kevin had parted at the alley she walked to the door that had number 7 written above it.Next to the door, as Karin had promised, was a key pad. She punched in the four digits that she had. Lovely. Kara gave me a lopsided smile and shrugged.“At least they’ll know most of the drill.” She said.“Wonderful.”From across the room, Connie looked up to us.“Everybody will be here soon.” She announced. “Time to get in costume.”“What costume?” One of the new guys laughed making a very good point. A hat and scarf is hardly a costume, more like a decoration.Kara strode to the cabinet and got her attire out, laying it out on the table as she began to strip off her clothes. She was evidently. It had sounded so sexy and exciting the night before, but I didn’t want to go to jail; I’d die if that happened. With that thought worming its way into my mind, I drifted into one of those sun-bathing sleeps, dreaming about being raped by one of those tough dyke types in jail. (Funny what the mind can dredge up.) Some time later Jeff came up and we had a bit of lunch – deli and sodas – that we’d bought before coming up. Then I went down into the empty building to.