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

They were together every night after that. At first Louise's friends were amused. He's another one of Louise's playthings, they thought. But when she informed them that she intended to marry Jeff, they were frantic.

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

"Are you a homosexual, Jeff?"

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

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

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

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

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

And that was the way it began.

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.

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

"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."

"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.

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.

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

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

And that was the way it began.

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

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

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 were together every night after that. At first Louise's friends were amused. He's another one of Louise's playthings, they thought. But when she informed them that she intended to marry Jeff, they were frantic.

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.

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."

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