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He sat up. "What?"

"I'm kidding." He heard her put the toilet seat down. "He's nice, but I think he believed you when you told him I was a prostitute. He was trying to pick up on me all day."
***
"Dan, are you sure?" Lucy asked him. Sitting on the bed next to him, her hand resting on his thigh. "It's so...dangerous."

He put his arm around her. She seemed kind of turned on by the idea, their earlier arguments all forgotten. Seeing a new side to her now. If this went well, maybe something else they could do later on would allow them to be together and be rich.

The clock said 9:15 PM. He felt clear headed, the booze he'd had all gone from his system. "We've got five days left on this cruise. I don't want to waste 'em."

"Me either," she said, pressing him back onto the bed and kissing him.

***

He got dressed and made the call at ten o'clock. Glancing at Lucy as the phone rang. She was bent over, pulling a pair of khaki shorts over her French-cut silk panties.

William answered on the second ring. "Hello."

"Will, Dan. How you doing?"

"Fine, Dan, how 'bout you?"

"I'm doing great. Listen, remember that barfly we saw a few days ago in the casino?"

"Yeah."

"I ran into her a little while ago. She asked about you?"

"Yeah," William said, an edge of excitement creeping into his voice. "I was with her at the pool today. You were right across from us."

"Really?" Dan said. "I saw you talking to a girl; I didn't know that was her." Thinking fast now. "That would explain what she said."

"What'd she say?" William asked.

Dan forced a laugh. "Buddy, I think you may be in for a very hot second half of the cruise. Stuff she said, it was kinda embarrassing for me to hear a woman talk like that."

"Really?" William really interested now. "Come on, what'd she say? I asked her for her room number but she wouldn't give it to me."

"Way she was talking I think you're gonna be able to move into her room."

"What'd she say?" Desperation in his voice now.

"Meet me at the back, the poop deck, whatever they call that deck back there, in a half hour. I'll stop by the bar and grab us a couple beers. You're gonna need something to cool you off when you hear this."

"Sure, I'll meet you, but just tell me--"

Dan hung up the phone. Lucy was slipping a shirt on, no bra underneath. She asked, "Is he coming?"

"Oh, yeah. He's dying to know what you said."