He's been mostly semi-retired for a while now, but old Bear Whitman just can't help himself when one of those distressed damsels comes a-knockin'. Call it a bleeding heart. Call it foreplay. Call it whatever you want. He has a hard time saying no. So, when the estranged niece of media mogul Charles Etzo walked up to him at Nick's Bar on the Boardwalk that cloudy, 69 degree January Thursday as he was finishing the final few swallows of his third piña colada as well as a John D. MacDonald novel, and smiled her beaming white smile at him, he decided to give her his time and attention. Besides, she was blocking his view of the sea anyhow. Here we go. Again.