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Imogene would be the same in another ten years. And she probably wouldn't have her build then. That was what had got him. The thirty-six. At his age, he should be ashamed of himself. He must have been out of his mind yesterday and last night. Well, he wouldn't fall again. He'd go on being a bachelor until he was too old to be anything else. They could parade all the Bikini bathing suits in the world before him and he wouldn't raise a whistle. A chorus of whistles made him look up to see Imogene standing over him. Here in the open, she looked even more uncovered than yesterday. I could have been wrong, Charlie thought, and despised himself for his weakness. "Where's Joy?" he said. "She's coming," Imogene said. " Couldn't we run off and leave her, Charlie darlie? I want you to myself." There was another chorus of whistles. Charlie looked up again. Joy was standing over him, the wayward dark hair now neatly braided on her small neat head. " Don't look now," she said, putting down the picnic basket, "but your eyeballs are showing." Charlie was speechless. But Imogene wasn't. " Why, Miss Conlan! That suit's exactly like mine!" " Not quite, darling," said Joy, running a hand over her hip. " There isn't so much of it." Charlie let out his breath and his stomach; he felt weak and middle-aged and flummoxed. " Four years I've known you —" He looked at Joy as if she were a stranger; the second Bikini suit revealed a figure that was even a little more curved than Imogene's. "And I never knew —" "You've always been interested only in my brain," Joy said. " You've got only yourself to blame if you've had a surfeit of clever women around you. What did you expect when you said your magazine was For Smart Women Only?" The girls sat down, one on each side of him. In the background the whistles were still rising and falling like the cries of lost sailors. "Charlie," said Imogene, "don't look at Miss Conlan like that! " "I'll look at her any way I want to," Charlie said. " I looked at you like this yesterday." "There's no charge," said Joy. "I won't have you looking at her like that! " Imogene said. "Not when we're going to be married." " We're not going to be married." Charlie turned full on to Imogene, keeping his eyes on a level with hers, so he wouldn't be distracted. "I haven't asked you. I only suggested. Now I've changed my mind. The suggestion is retracted." "You can't do that, whatever it is," Imogene exclaimed. "I'll sue you for breach of premises." Charlie still kept his eyes at the proper level. " You haven't a leg to stand on." " You said you liked my legs," Imogene said, and stood up. " You said —" " I said nothing that hasn't been said to you before." Charlie also stood up. "I apologize if I misled you. But I know now that you were interested only in what I could do for your career." " What career? " Imogene said. " You haven't even promised to put me on one cover, even." " What's going on here?" said a bulllike voice. "Or what's coming off?" The beach inspector, all muscles and sun tan, came to a halt beside Imogene. He looked her up and down twice; then, like Charlie, looked her in the eyes fixedly. " You can't get around like that on this beach." "And why not?" said Imogene, throwing out her chest defiantly. "Because it's—it's indecent," said the beach inspector, and was greeted with hoots from the crowd now gathering around. "You'll have to go and put some clothes on." There were groans from the crowd. " I'll do nothing of the sort," Imogene said; she didn't have much of a mind, but it was all her own: " Yes, you will!" said the inspector, and felt for Imogene's arm without removing his gaze from her face. Imogene looked at Charlie with scorn. Then she looked at the bulging muscles of the beach inspector and a familiar gleam of interest came back into her eyes. Men were just the most wonderful things. She leaned against the beach inspector like a cat against a table leg. "If I go," she said, "then she has to go too!" "Who?" said the inspector. Imogene looked at Charlie again, then dramatically flung an accusing arm. Then she stopped, as if paralysis had set in. Her mouth opened and , the big eyes followed suit. The inspec- * * * * * * * * * * No woman remains married to the same man for years—after the first year, he's not the same man. —T. J. MeINERNE1. * * * * * * * * * * for and Charlie followed her pointing finger. Joy smiled up at them. " Hello," she said, and delicately arranged the skirt of the lemon linen about her legs; she couldn't have been more covered if she'd been wearing a tent. "Having trouble?" "No," said the inspector, still conscious of Imogene leaning against him. "None that I can't deal with." And he gently hustled the still-dumb Imogene off toward the dressing rooms, to a thundering accompaniment of boos from the crowd. Joy looked up at Charlie. " Going to sit down? Your figure's showing." Charlie sat down. " How did you do it?" "Sleight of hand," Joy said. "It pays to be clever." Charlie looked at the lemon linen. "Well, it got you out of trouble. But I prefer you in the bathing suit." "Maybe I'll wear it in our own swimming pool," Joy said. " We're going to have one, aren't we?" Charlie stared bard at her. "Are you proposing to me?" " Yes," said Joy. " I'm going to marry you before some other predatory blonde gets you into trouble." "I'll think over the offer," Charlie said, but he knew he didn't have a chance. "But what about Imogene? She'll be back as soon as she is dressed and there'll be another scene. Hadn't we better get out of here?" "There's plenty of time," Joy said, and opened the picnic basket to disclose Imogene's clothes rolled in a neat bun- dle. "A clever woman thinks of everything." Charlie smiled and relaxed. His middle age was going to be all right, with a clever, good-figured woman to organize everything and make life comfortable for him. He might even let his editor's spread spread a little more. THE END


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