Chapter Twenty Three
International time zones, late night parties and big city newspaper headlines make strange bedfellows.
After a night of South Seas Island drinking, Ben Colombo awoke alone. His wife had snuck away with a native boy giving him the opportunity to sleep with a South Seas Island girl. The bank presidency was still his, Janet Hobart remained under his authority; and if this South Seas Island vacation was an indicator, his wife needed secretarial instruction when they got home. Life is grand, he thought.
With Zoe Chandler gone, Arthur Chapman played the game alone. Tonight he planned to get f****d by a human Gorilla. “You Arthur,” asked the Gorilla rolling onto the barstool? Arthur nodded. By morning, my asshole will look like Mammoth Cave, he thought.
And as Arthur thra
