Had she given him some sort of come-on? Eve hardly remembered, but suddenly he was standing there with his beer bottle in his hand next to her table, smiling down at her. God, he'd been a stack of dirty rags, smiling warmly through a mow of unkempt whispers, his waved brown hair dangling around his shoulders. Yes, she had smelled him!

"W-Why don't you sit down… seeing you've come this far, stranger?" she said, looking up at him with dancing eyes, just the knowing of his being invited to her table enough to jar the house staff with whom she was quite familiar. The odd part of it was that she'd just shaken off a Vic someone-or-other, a twenty-three year old and spoiled son of an electronic scion from San Francisco who had wanted to marry her, ridded herself of him with a vow that she'd have no more to do with immature men, if any at all! But the knowing smile on this one's hardly visible face, and the expression in his young vibrant eyes at that moment had easily persuaded her, inciting her loins with visions of lewd sexual delights to come.

"Come ahead, sit down," she pressed, setting her new handbag in the chair next to her.

He did, very methodically, every movement a slow and decisive work of skepticism. He said, "You're Eve Novak. I watched a late-movie you were in on TV in a Phoenix hotel lobby a week ago. That… that was before they kicked me out." He grinned. "You were just a little girl then, but you haven't changed much. 'Beach Bang' was the name of it. Remember…?"

Eve nodded. She sure enough did remember. It was the bit-thing Ben Zachary had first gotten for her and she'd had to suck-off the Director every day for a month! You didn't forget a milestone like that when the man was almost sixty years old!