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

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

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

"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."

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

One of the carnies had been a professor of archaeology until he was thrown out of college for stealing and selling valuable relics. He and Jeff had had long talks, and the professor had imbued Jeff with an enthusiasm for archaeology. "You can read the whole future of mankind in the past," the professor would say. "Think of it, son. Thousands of years ago there were people just like you and me dreaming dreams, spinning tales, living out their lives, giving birth to our ancestors." His eyes had taken on a faraway look. "Carthage--- that's where I'd like to go on a dig. Long before Christ was born, it was a great city, the Paris of ancient Africa. The people had their games, and baths, and chariot racing. The Circus Maximus was as large as five football fields." He had noted the interest in the boy's eyes. "Do you know how Cato the Elder used to end his speeches in the Roman Senate? He'd say, 'Delenda est cartaga'; 'Carthage must be destroyed.' His wish finally came true. The Romans reduced the place to rubble and came back twenty-five years later to build a great city on its ashes. I wish I could take you there on a dig one day, my boy."

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.

"Are you a homosexual, Jeff?"

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

And that was the way it began.

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

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

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

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

"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?"

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.

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

"Are you a homosexual, Jeff?"

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