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"You're the first townie I ever made love to. Uncle Willie used to warn me that their daddies always turned out to be the sheriff."

"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."

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.

"You're the first townie I ever made love to. Uncle Willie used to warn me that their daddies always turned out to be the sheriff."

"Are you a homosexual, Jeff?"

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

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

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.

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

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

And that was the way it began.

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

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.

"Are you a homosexual, Jeff?"

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

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

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

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.

"You're the first townie I ever made love to. Uncle Willie used to warn me that their daddies always turned out to be the sheriff."

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

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.

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.

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