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

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.

On the last night before the schooner was to dock in Tahiti, Jeff was summoned to Louise Hollander's stateroom. She was wearing a sheer silk robe.

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

She gave him a slow smile. "That's right."

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

Louise Hollander had had two husbands before she was twenty-one, and her lawyer had just made a settlement with her third husband when she met Jeff. The second night they were moored at the harbor in Papeete, and as the passengers and crew were going ashore, Jeff received another summons to Louise Hollander's quarters. When Jeff arrived, she was dressed in a colorful silk pareu slit all the way up to the thigh.

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

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

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

"You wanted to see me, ma'am?"

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

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

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.

She sat up in surprise. "What?"

"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."

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.

And that was the way it began.

"Are you a homosexual, Jeff?"

"I'm Louise Hollander. I own this boat."

She turned to face him, and smiled. "I know. That's my problem."

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

She sat up in surprise. "What?"

Louise Hollander had had two husbands before she was twenty-one, and her lawyer had just made a settlement with her third husband when she met Jeff. The second night they were moored at the harbor in Papeete, and as the passengers and crew were going ashore, Jeff received another summons to Louise Hollander's quarters. When Jeff arrived, she was dressed in a colorful silk pareu slit all the way up to the thigh.

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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