"They took her to x-ray. I told them what happened in San Diego. They are going to take their own pictures." Amanda is right, something stinks." Billy... had a thoughtful look on his face. "How do we know those are cops? The cook told us." He answered his own question. "How does the cook know? They told her they were cops. Did she ask to see ID? Doubtful."Dirk came up with Hartman in tow. Billy explained the problem. "Well," the lawyer smiled, I do know how to check that out in a hurry. Lend me. That was all. Atretes pushed her into the litter and walked along side it as they moved through the streets. "Might as well enjoy it little one, you will be exhausted before the night is done if I'm any judge of things." His eyes raked over her again. He was a big man with scars on his arms, chest and face that looked like slashes. His nose had been broken at some point and set a little crookedly. His blond hair was cropped short in the roman style but he looked like one of the barbarians. "Don't worry me, I like the attention," she said, "Anyway its the law, all slaves have to be tethered or shackled and kept naked, it made it harder to escape." What about men?" I asked."What? are you a shirtlifter?" she asked, "You filthy bugger!"Her minder came over, "What is please?" he said in English."He wants a man slave he's a poofter!" the girl said, the minder looked blank, "Shirt lifter," she explained and bent forward pointing to her bum."Look no." I said and he hit me, I doubled up. She squeezed, now this felt much better. He let her continue this for probably no more than a minute. He was already loaded for bear. So, he turned "in his sleep".As he started to turn he startled her. Her hand quickly came out from under his shorts. But she held her ground as he rolled over and continued to "sleep" on his back now. His left leg was bent against the back of the sofa. His right leg remained straight. He had nothing on but his shorts. In their previous encounters he had always.