"No… no thank you, Mr. Boston…"

"Please call me Mike, always."

Ann swallowed hard. There was no way out of this den of iniquity and she knew it. Oh, God I wish I were back in Boston, she thought silently.

Magically, Mike pressed a button on the same table-mounted control board that had switched off the lights, and instantly a motion picture screen began to unroll electronically from a space between the wood beams of the ceiling.

"I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"No! I want to go visit my friend…" and realizing her nervousness, restated her demand in a calmer voice. "Mr. Boston, I appreciate your hospitality, I enjoyed the cruise tremendously, but I don't feel up to watching any movies right now, and if you don't mind I am going to call my friend Janie and ask her if I could stay…"

"Nonsense!" he boomed inches from her tender ear. "If you like, T have some things in my closet that might be a bit more comfortable…"

"No, I'm fine, thank you," she chirped in a shrill voice as she clutched her low-necked evening gown, struggling to close the generous gap that filled his eyes with lust. Before she had the chance to mutter further protest, a pale blue peignoir was thrust in her face, and in her drunken state she rose and walked over to a broad leafed plant and slipped into the robe, leaving her dress in a heap on the floor.

"Much better, dear. We'll leave the rest for later."

"But I'm not wearing anything else!" she stammered. "Well, a garter belt and my nylons." Ann could feel her cheeks redden, even through the deep tan of her cheeks.

Ann was trapped and she knew it. It was that simple. Before, when she first stumbled into the living room, her attitude had been one of cool defiance, but now, she knew that she'd been fooling no one, not even herself.