As he shaved and showered, he felt that he had been somewhat remiss because he had failed to compliment Helga on her most marvelous accomplishment of the day, a perfect harmonizing of hostesses.
Commander Drake’s wife in a cocktail dress was completely different from the sensual, languid woman he had seen around the house in slacks, and she was in perfect contrast to Sue Benson. Caron Drake’s glossy black hair swept almost to her shoulders before it curled under, whereas Sue’s red hair was bouffant and curled outward at the bottom. Caron glided and swayed as she walked, while Sue strode and jiggled. Sue’s voice rang like bells, and she had a straightforward, spread-leg stance which froze a man with the hope that she would leap, while Caron spoke with a husky sibilance that gave intimacy t
