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Zarigani’s shift was over at eight p.m. He was furious at the workers because if they had followed his orders to the tee, they would have finished by six. He had to be back in the port by half past six in the morning; until then he was free. Most of the sailors and dock workers went into town to grab a few drinks, pick up some girls, or perhaps to do karaoke, but the rest stayed on board to get some rest. Several workers went to the Starfish. Zarigani carefully avoided them. He didn’t want to be seen.
He, too, liked blowing off some steam in the evenings but this time he didn’t join the others. He had other plans. All he could think about was what he had seen in the afternoon. Her body, her flaxen hair, her fabulous beauty. He hoped he would find her in the motel, or else he would hav
