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"For Christ's sake, Louise, he's a nothing. He worked in a carnival. My God, you might as well be marrying a stable hand. He's handsome--- granted. And he has a fab bod. But outside of sex, you have absolutely nothing in common, darling."

They made love on the deck, where the soft tropical air caressed their bodies like a blessing. Afterward, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Jeff propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Louise. "Your daddy's not the sheriff, is he?" Jeff asked.

"Sometimes," Jeff said agreeably. "Was there anything else, Miss Hollander?"

"Yes. I'm giving a dinner party tomorrow night. Would you like to come?"

She sat up in surprise. "What?"

They made love on the deck, where the soft tropical air caressed their bodies like a blessing. Afterward, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Jeff propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Louise. "Your daddy's not the sheriff, is he?" Jeff asked.

"Yes. I'm giving a dinner party tomorrow night. Would you like to come?"

"I don't believe it's any of your business, Miss Hollander, but the answer is no. What I am is choosy."

"Yes. I'm giving a dinner party tomorrow night. Would you like to come?"

"Then if you want to get your money's worth, you'd better let me get on with my work." Jeff moved on to the next stanchion.

"I see. I'm working for you."

"I'm trying to get this off," she said. "I'm having a problem with the zipper."

"For Christ's sake, Louise, he's a nothing. He worked in a carnival. My God, you might as well be marrying a stable hand. He's handsome--- granted. And he has a fab bod. But outside of sex, you have absolutely nothing in common, darling."

"I see. I'm working for you."

Louise Hollander's mouth tightened. "What kind of women do you like? Whores, I suppose."

Jeff looked at the woman for a long moment before he answered. "Why not?"

"I'm trying to get this off," she said. "I'm having a problem with the zipper."

"For Christ's sake, Louise, he's a nothing. He worked in a carnival. My God, you might as well be marrying a stable hand. He's handsome--- granted. And he has a fab bod. But outside of sex, you have absolutely nothing in common, darling."

They made love on the deck, where the soft tropical air caressed their bodies like a blessing. Afterward, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Jeff propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Louise. "Your daddy's not the sheriff, is he?" Jeff asked.

A year later the professor had died of alcoholism, but Jeff had promised himself that one day he would go on a dig. Carthage, first, for the professor.

In their quarters at night, the crew members disparaged the passengers and made jokes about them. But Jeff admitted to himself that he was envious of them--- their backgrounds, their educations, and their easy manners. They had come from monied families and had attended the best schools. His school had been Uncle Willie and the carnival.

A year later the professor had died of alcoholism, but Jeff had promised himself that one day he would go on a dig. Carthage, first, for the professor.

Jeff walked over and examined the costume. "It doesn't have a Zipper."

Jeff looked at the woman for a long moment before he answered. "Why not?"

They made love on the deck, where the soft tropical air caressed their bodies like a blessing. Afterward, they lay on their sides, facing each other. Jeff propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Louise. "Your daddy's not the sheriff, is he?" Jeff asked.

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