We entered a car park and the 2 old guy attendants didn’t bat an eyelid when they saw a topless girl driving in and paying. “Salt, Ses Salines,” Tony said, “the water is evaporating and leaving the salt.”
“Ah yes, of course. “Sod it.” I thought and the totally naked me walked through the cafe onto the road where I saw a cafe, a shop and a bus. I loved the way some of the clothed people looked at me, it was like they’d never seen a naked girl before. He understood what I was doing and he just smiled as we walked and talked, a mixture of about Ibiza town landmarks and what writing we should put on the posters and flyers. Catalina’s eyes went wide open and her jaw dropped. It wouldn’t have been fair. “You’ve got quite a lot on ingenuity Sandra.”
“Well I wanted to know what they were doing to me.”
“I don’t blame you Sandra,” Angela said, “did you recognise any of the men?”
“No, but I wouldn’t have blackmailed them even if I had.
