My brain had stopped at the part where she revealed she was single, and I again found myself thinking about what I saw under her clothes in those amaz...ing nude photos. "So, I... errr... saw that you sometimes appear in your own photos, Sasha..." I felt my face grow hot as I blurted out this awkward line. "Yeah..." Sasha replied slowly, briefly glancing down into her coffee and seeming somewhat uncomfortable. "I don't really do that anymore. It was just a thing I was experimenting with. Just a. Every time the phone rang or my cell buzzed, I would let myself hope it was an invitation someplace. But I had no reason to expect any, and none came. The dripping from the leaky faucet in the kitchen was starting to get annoying. I debated getting up and turning it all the way off. I didn’t particularly want to move from the couch in the living room where I had entrenched myself, but finally decided that the noise would drive me crazier even faster than isolation. I swung my legs over and. Once the cigarette was almost burnedout Helen got up and stubbed it out on Lisa?s left nipple. Again Lisa struggledto stay conscious and this time she succeeded only to see Helen bring down theheel of the boot on her right nipple and grind it under her heel. Lisa wasbucking as she feared that Helen might just rip her nipple right off until shemercifully passed out again. When Lisa opened her eyes again she found herself tiedto the floor. Her hands were tied above her head and her legs were. I’d checked it out with some of the Mexicans that I worked with on the day labor force that hung out around the west side of town. It, Laughlin, was just across the river from Bullhead City, which city was in Arizona geographically, not Nevada.I decided to check the place out, Bullhead: the big city was too damn expensive. But I was for sure gonna stay the hell away from the bad guys across the Colorado in Nevada. I got me a bus ticket. I’d saved a few bucks working; I was pretty sure I could.