Flashback, Juarez, Mexico – November 1, 2005
“You keep them well incarcerated but naked as well, Captain. How amusing...”
“Heat, insects, the trouble of keeping uniforms clean. And besides it keeps them quiet as well... as your ears will agree.”
The woman is regally attired, her expensive and brightly colored garb quite the contrast to the gray, stained concrete walls of Juarez’s city jail. Her expensive perfume refreshes air which otherwise chokes with the odor of sweat and urine.
As the Captain of the guard ushers the woman about, a pitiful young Caucasian male comes to the bars, all modesty concerning his nakedness cast aside after many weeks of captivity. He peers outward with a beseeching look. The woman smiles then glances downward. Despite her ambiance of glamour, she brashly
