Chapter 3

EGYPT

Slone.

"If Cairo has an excess of anything, it's hordes of street waifs. Seemingly homeless boys seem to be everywhere in great, begging packs. As soon as we got off the plane at the airport we were surrounded by boys between the ages of eight to eighteen offering us their services. I don't mean sexual services. Even half-wild Arab street boys have a bit more discretion than that.

"Veronica and Jane were tired when we got to our hotel and they wanted to stay and rest but I was anxious to get out on the road and see what Egypt had to offer in the way of eroticism.

"'Now don't come back with some fantastic sex story,' Jane said as I was going out the door.

"Well, as it happened, I did come back with a fantastic sex story which will sound like fiction but just happens to be the truth. When I told it to my other sisters-in-sin they turned green with envy. Not only I had gotten my sexual licks in (and in more ways than one) I had become the champion boy-fornicator of our little group and I was the oldest!

"To business. Get yourself comfortable and have a drink before you read on. Ready?

"I went on one of those sight-seeing bus trips that caters to tourists just to get the lay of the land. (Pun intended.) While the tour guide pointed out something of tremendous historical importance I noticed a bunch of shacks on the other side of the bus. When I asked the guide about them he became very self-conscious and answered: 'Boys live there who have no homes. They are beggers. Each country has them'

"The tour guide thought I was trying to downgrade his country by asking about the shacks and beggers and that's why he came up with that dig about every country having them. As he talked to the other people in the bus about ancient history and dead heroes I was more interested in the more immediate present and those lovely, ragged boys that hung around the shacks. When the tour bus stopped I slipped away and walked back to the shanty town.

"As I approached this Arab version of Boy's Town swarthy youngsters looked out of windows at me and withdrew as I came closer. Usually these boys swarm all over an obvious tourist but now I was in a place tourists were never seen ... in their own home grounds.

"From what I could see of the place the huts were all hand made out of discarded boxes and bits of blankets. I couldn't see a single female or, for that matter, a male adult. The inhabitants of this one-sexed little village were boys under the age of eighteen.

"A ragged youngster of about seventeen edged over to me and asked: 'You government lady?'

"He obviously thought I was in the employ of the Egyptain government to check on the plight of homeless boys. When I told him I was just an American tourist he seemed to relax a little. 'My name is called Achmed,' he informed me. 'You want buy something?'

"I doubted if he knew just what I had in mind so I asked: 'What are you selling?'

"Achmed shrugged and led me over to his hut. I soon realized what he thought I was after as soon as we got inside. 'You want these smokes?' he asked.

"He offered me hand-rolled cigarettes with no brand-name on them. It took me a moment before I realized what they were: marijuana! I had smoked reefers on occasions back in the states and this seemed as good a time as any to light up another stick of the weed that soothes. I bought a dozen and, to get the ball rolling, I offered one to the boy. He seemed grateful and we both lit up. Once Achmed was sure I wasn't with the government and only a crazy American tourist out for kicks he relaxed and offered me a seat. Since the only place to sit on was a straw mattress I had to torture my forty year old bones a little before I could get into some kind of comfortable position.

"The place, to be frank, was a dump. It was more like a chicken coop than a place for human beings to live in. Besides the mattress the only other pieces of furniture was a small, metal stove, a bucket half-filled with greasy water and a box in which were piled food and clothes together.

As I pulled on the weed, however, it began to slowly grow into a palace. This was not the mild pot we find in America but a powerful drug which had me floating in a few seconds. Everything the Arab boy said seemed very funny to me and I laughed aloud. Achmed seemed to be just as amused by what I was saying so we had a ball on those two sticks.

"Another boy, two years younger than Achmed, came in and seemed surprised by the American lady sitting in a hovel smoking pot with a teenaged Arab. 'He is called Omar,' my youthful pot pusher introduced. 'We live here together."

"In my mood I was ready for a double-header in my sexual adventures so I told the lad to pull up a piece of the mattress and suck on a weed. I sat between the lads like a big book between two thin bookends. These boys were under-sized and hungry looking and my maternal instincts were touched. I placed my hands on their legs and squeezed. 'What do you boys do for love?' I wondered.

"Again Achmed shrugged. 'Girls cost money. We will never marry. Life is hard,' he said summing up his life briefly.

"I opened my purse and fished out six American dollars and split it up between the lads. 'How much love can this buy?' I asked.

"Achmed looked at Omar and Omar looked at Achmed. I felt a hand, I don't remember whose, under my dress. These boys didn't require much encouragement. Faces began to appear at the single window and Omar shouted. The boys went away and the fourteen year old brought a shutter down. He also tied the door shut making the hut hot and gloomy. I took a couple of more drags on my Egyptian reefer and things got cooler and lighter.

"I tried to get up but I had been sitting hunched over on the floor for so long that the boys had to help me. Once I got to my feet I started to take off my clothes. The boys were naked inside of a second. All they had to do was wriggle a bit and off came their blouses and pants. Their bodies were thin, dark and hard like polished wood. Omar, although he was the younger of the two, had a larger sex organ which was already aroused and waiting. Achmed's male member partially limp and I stroked it a few times making it rise up like a cobra for a snake charmer.

"I piled my clothes neatly in the cleanest comer of the hovel and the brown boys moved in on me. Their hands traveled all over my pale body touching me in the most intimate places. Omar, the fourteen year old, seemed more interested in my rear than any other place and he pressed in on me there. His rod of flesh slipped between my butt halves and I felt it probe against my anal opening. People in different countries, I've heard, had different erotic practices that turned them on. As far as the young Arab boy was concerned, at least, sodomy was his meat.

"Achmed wasn't waiting for his friend to have his way first and rubbed his hand hard over my vagina. Grayish smoke, sweet-smelling and heavy, drifted over our naked bodies. This rays of sunlight came through the cracks in the shuttered window like strips of gold. I realize that this is a very flowery description for a begger's hut but that was what I felt at the time. You must always keep in mind I was high on the champagne of hand-rolled marijuana.

"There was a sharp pain as Omar pushed his rod first into my anus. The sixteen year old Arab boy began his erotic assault slipping his rather small organ into my cleft. Considering his sexual size I wished that he was the one with a fetish for rear ends instead of that excessively well-built fourteen year old.

"I was now sandwiched between two young boys and they encircled me with their dark, naked arms. Achmed shoved all the way in and his thin body slammed against me time and time again as he was caught in the frenzy of his desires. I thought that pot was supposed to slow down sexual drives but the Egyptain variety seemed to have the opposite effect on the boys as well as me. In my more sober moments I think it is kind of wild for a grown woman to have two boys at the same time but, at that particular moment, three made a very pleasant crowd.

"As the sixteen year old fornicated madly his younger companion kept inching into my rear. Even in my numbed and lustful state I found his sodomizing painful but I gritted my teeth until I felt the boy's hard body against mine as he sunk his hefty part all the way into my anal passage. He then started to move out again to proceed with further erotic moves.

"Achmed arched Ids slender torso up against me and his orgasm shot forth. At this moment the younger boy started to move into my rear once more only, this time, he pushed faster. Outside I heard whisperings and Omar shouted. The whisperings stopped and there was a scurrying of feet like rats in a wall. The other boys were hanging around drawn to the closed shutter, the closed door and the American woman beyond them with two of their kind. It surely didn't take much imagination to understand what all three of us were doing.

"The sixteen year went down on his knees as soon as his climax was over and mouthed my pubic region. His tongue swept inside my body as the fourteen year shoved all the way into my anal area once more.

"That gray marijuana smoke dirfted slowly about us and I inhaled some. It had the same effect as if I had smoked it directly from a reefer. Achmed's tongue seemed to be growing to penis size as he pressed his thin face between my legs. It was the pot, I knew, that was giving me these ideas but there was nothing I could do to keep from getting higher. With every breath I took I inhaled the drug-saturated air. I was sure that these boys had locked up their Utile hut before to smoke their troubles away. It is a very economical high because you keep inhaling the same smoke you've just exhaled a moment ago.

"Omar was now thrusting as rapidly as if he were having genital instead of anal intercourse with me. He kept pushing me into his friend's chewing, licking mouth and Achmed pushed my body back against his thick manhood. The younger boy suddenly grabbed my breasts hard when he shoved into my anus and his climax came. As he poured out his fluid he massaged my breasts, playing with the lust-hard nipples.

"The fourteen year old broke contact at last and my anal passage throbbed. Achmed licked my sexual opening a few more times and went over to the water bucket. He scooped up the liquid with his hand and swallowed. Omar scooped up a handful of water but, instead of drinking it, he washed his over-worked sex organ. Not to be left out I placed both my hands in the water and spilled it over my breasts. I stretched out on the mattress and closed my eyes as I quietly took in the marijuana fumes.

"The boys sat next to me and gently rubbed my body. They whispered to one another and I couldn't understand what they were saying. Then a sudden flood of sunshine hit my face. When I looked up I saw Omar, fully dressed, by the window. I wasn't so junked up that I couldn't take a hint so I climbed back into my clothing. I gave each boy a couple of sticks of marijuana as a sort of tip and stumbled out into reality once more. Arab begger boys, encouraged by the knowledge that I was not a 'government lady' stuck their hands out. I still had some of the reefers left to I gave them away. I wasn't a habitual user anyhow so I wanted to get rid of them. I also had a passing thought about being busted at the custom's office for carrying them once I tried to get out of the country.

"I was sure that the tour bus had taken off long ago but, to my surprise, it was still in the same spot. It was empty because the guide was off with the rest of the tourist showing them the glories of days gone by. I closed my eyes once more and this time I fell asleep.

"The tour guide himself woke me up when he stopped at the hotel and he asked me, in a rather snotty way: 'I trust that the madam enjoyed her trip?'

"I could tell by the way he used the word 'trip' that he knew I had been pot smoking. I suppose it was fairly obvious that I had been on the stuff by the sweet smell that clung to my clothes and the vague way I acted. It didn't matter to me what he thought so I told him that I had a lovely time and that I found Egyptians a lovely people both coming and going. I was sure that this last statement was lost on him but I'm sure that you know what I meant then.

"I've already told Veronica and Jane about my adventures in the Arab Boys Town but now I'll tell you something I haven't the nerve to bring up to them just now ... I was rolled. When one of those lovely boys massaged my body the other, Omar, I think, emptied all the cash I had in my purse at the time. It didn't come to much, thirty dollars, but it still hurts. If a woman can't trust her teenaged lovers who can she trust? At any rate, this is a good lesson; I'll never again go boy-hunting with more money than I can afford to lose. I guess I'll have to tell Veronica and Jane about my being robbed sooner or later but I want it to be later. I don't want to ruin the story of my adventures with a sixteen year old and a fourteen year old Arab boy with such a depressing punch line.

"Well, you live and you learn. See you in the next letter. I have no idea where I'll be because we're still arguing over our next country before we've used up this one."

Jane.

"I suppose you'll get Slone's letter before mine because she shacked up with boys before I even had time to unpack. Her story is pretty sordid, really, but I'll let her tell you what had happened. She also told me about being robbed by her teenaged lover. I don't want to sound like a bitch and inform you of this if she hasn't but it will give you some idea of what three divorcees adrift in a sea of panting boys are up against.

"When I left the hotel I made sure to leave most of my money and my watch in the room. It is a wise girl who learns from the mistakes of others. Remembering my first affair in the London park I took pains to avoid the parks in Cairo. There were plenty of likely lads around but I just couldn't bring myself to approach them directly as I had in London.

"English is spoken as a second language in Egypt because the British had occupied the country for so long. This solved the problem of communication ... on a verbal level. I warmed up to my task of stopping nice looking boys on the streets and asking for directions. I didn't want to go anywhere especially but it did give me the opportunity to make contact with the youth of Egypt.

"Of course there was always the direct approach of asking a footloose, virile youngster if he wanted to make a few dollars making love to a woman of thirty-five. I have the feeling, as this trip goes on, I'll be using it more and more. You must understand that teenaged boys simply don't expect such propositions from adult females. When I ask them for directions they are sure that that is what I actually want and not their still growing bodies.

"It was getting warm so I stopped into a bar for a drink. Egyptians don't drink much alcohol because it is against their religion or something. Most of them prefer coffee houses to bars and, what bars there are, cater mainly to foreigners.

"Unescorted females were not allowed at the bar itself so a waiter directed me to a table where I ordered a Tom Collins. This drink was brought to me by a seventeen year old lad with the longest eye lashes I've ever seen. He had fine, delicate features and a light complexion so I assumed that he was another product of Britain's long tenure in Egypt. I was further convinced of this when he told me that his name was John. The boy spoke English perfectly and he told me that he had been educated at a school for orphans that was supported by British missionaries. This made me feel that John would be my next target. He was alone in the world and would probably respond to my advances.

"When the fine-featured lad brought me another drink I asked the question so many men, my husband included, had asked so many waitresses: 'When do you get off work?'

"John told me that he had another two hours to go and I claimed that I wanted to hire him as a guide. The boy said that there were many professional guides in the city and he didn't like to poach on their territory. I gave the boy a story about not wanting to see the Cairo tourists always see but the 'real' city as known by the ones who actually lived there. When I added that I was willing to pay ten dollars for this service John quickly agreed to be my guide.

"I nursed three more drinks and then, feeling loaded, I sobered up in a coffee house. When I came back to the bar John was all ready in his blue suit and shiny shoes. He reminded me of a young boy going to his first formal. It was obvious, that he had told the other waiters about me because they kept giving me sly, knowing looks. I was sure that they knew where my interests lay because the bastards were adult males. Only John, the boy, was innocent of my real intentions.

"We went walking around the city for an hour or so and I only half-listened to what he had to say. After hunting all day for the right boy and drinking for so many hours in that bar I was tired. 'Where do you live?' I asked the lad.

"When he told me that he had a room only a five minute walk away I asked, almost insisted, that he bring me there. 'But it is not a place for you,' he pleaded. 'It is such a miserable little room."

"'But tourists don't usually see it, do they?' I said. That's exactly why I've picked you to be my guide. I want to see how the people of Egypt live."

"The boy gave in and brought me to a small apartment house. He led me up three flights of stairs to a room in the back which was neat enough but, as John had put it so well, 'miserable'. The only window overlooked a brick wall so no sunlight ever got inside the place. There was a cot, a chair, a clothes rack and little else. The only color came from pictures that had been cut out of magazines on the wall. He was a movie fan with a special liking for blonde American stars. Well, at any rate, he was a heterosexual.

"I sat down on the bed because it looked more comfortable than the chair. The boy seemed nervous and I could detect a sexual flush burning his delicate face. I put him at ease by talking about the movie stars he had pictures of on the walls. He seemed to get the idea that, as an American, I had to know them all personally. I pretended that I did and pointed to one star who was about my age and said: 'I suppose you know about this one, don't you?'

"He was all ears. 'No, what about her."

"'Well, I figured you knew because you have her picture. You see, she likes boys your age and not grown men. In America everyone is whispering about the habit she has of actually buying teenaged boys the way men buy young girls. She would snap you up in a minute."

"John's olive complexion became somewhat scarlet. 'She would! Oh, if only I could see her!'

"As you can see I had thrown out the bait and the fish had bitten down on it. He was now hooked and all I had to do was reel him in. Boy-screwing isn't hard at all. As a matter-of-fact it is downright easy.

"'You like older women, John?' I asked.

"'Indeed. Girls my age are so silly. Women your age are ... ' Then he stopped himself because he had become personal. I urged him to continue his statement just to reel him in a bit more. 'Women your age are ... easier to talk to,' he added but I knew he had wanted to say something a lot more sexual.

"'But you would go with that movie star if she asked you?' I wanted to know.

"'But of course. I would do anything to get out of this awful room and go to Hollywood. Perhaps I can even be in the movies myself."

"He was getting mercenery. He was now thinking in sex in terms of what financial advantage he could get out of it. I suppose the basic reason he preferred older women to young girls is that they had more money. Well, that made it just a bit easier for me so I gave the reel a few more turns. 'Would you go with me ... on this bed?' I asked.

"The boy's cheek twitched. To reel him in completely now I placed two ten dollars bills on the bed. 'One bill is for being my guide and the second is for being my lover,' I told him. 'You have already been my guide. It is up to you if you want one bill or both."

"There was a moment of silence. The seventeen year old leaned over and picked up both bills. The fish was now landed and flopped at the bottom of my boat. I took off my shoes and slipped the dress over my head. The young waiter started to remove that shiny blue suit of his with flattering haste. I was surprised to discover that he wore no underwear. He male organ was uplifted and actually moved by itself in throbbing passion. When I took off my bra the boy gazed longingly at my breasts. They weren't large but they seemed to satisfy him. I pulled down my panties and stood naked in front of him. He placed his hands on my hips and stared hard at my sexual area. 'You are like a girl my age,' he sighed.

"'Have you had many girls?' I wanted to know.

"He smiled timidly. 'Not many."

"I wanted him to continue but he remained silent and brought his hands up to my breasts. He was seventeen but no virgin as I was sure my first had been. I sat down on his narrow bed and the boy sat next to me. He kissed me on the lips and brought one of his hands down to my crotch. I leaned backwards and he leaned with me. He lay on his side as I laid on my back. John was very young but he was not impatient. I appreciated his slow approach. I had wanted a more romantic episode and I was getting it in this shabby room with this darling youth.

"John rubbed his throbbing organ against my leg and I curled my fingers over it. I could literally feel his pusating power that was waiting release. The boy, knowing that I was ready, pressed his body down upon mine and guided his virile member into my waiting slit. He pushed his sex organ into me deeply and began to pump. I brought my knees up and pushed against his body as he came down on me. My flesh warmed to his thrustings and I wrapped my legs around his.

"I looked at the crack in the ceiling and then at the pictures of movie stars on the wall. The actress I had pointed out as a boy-lover seemed to stare down at me with hate in her eyes. I had given her a bad reputation and, for the rest of his days, John will dream about the life he could've had with her.

"The seventeen year old lad kept moving sexually as if he had complete control over his orgasm. This was something my husband never learned. When he felt like spilling over he spilled without wondering if I was ready for him or not. The young lad moved with artful grace and thrilling vitality. He hugged me tightly and then allowed his vital juices to shoot free. His heart pounded wildly and his breath was labored.

"When his climax was over I was still hungry for some more sex. I probably surprised the lad when I lowered my head to take his damp organ orally. I mouthed him until he became erect with wanting once again. There was another full orgasm and I kept mouthing him until I took all he had to give. I kept fellating the attractive young boy until his flesh became very soft and could arouse no more for awhile.

"'Did you like that?' I asked.

"'Take me with you to America,' he answered flatly. 'I will be your boy, your slave."

"The idea of having a seventeen year old Egyptian boy around me as a sex slave was appealing but I had to turn him down. When I dressed I told him that he should stay in the room until after I had gone. I made up some excuse of wanting to break our relationship off clean but I was really afraid that he might follow me to my hotel.

"I left the boy lying there naked on bed and I was happy to see that he paid no attention to the money on the chair. His dark eyes were all for me as I walked out of his room and out of his life forever.

"Now isn't that an improvement over that peanut-eater of London? If all the boys I'll be meeting in the future are like John I might spend my life (and my husband's alimony checks) fornicating and fellating all around the world. However, we are debating where we should go next. I'm for sticking a pin into the map of the world and leave it to luck ... another four-letter word."

Veronica.

"These Arabs are simply wild for blondes! When I go out in the street and stop on a corner I have an audience. Blondes in Egypt are about as rare as palm trees in Alaska. I didn't think I'd have much trouble finding a boy who would bed down with me but the men kept getting in the way. So far I've had about a dozen propositions from males between the ages of twenty to sixty which is hardly the group I'm interested in.

"I guess it is the exhibitionist in me but I love to walk around the hotel's pool wearing my bikini. Once men see that I have no male companion they instantly offer to fill this gap in my life. Well, I have a gap but I'll fill it in my own way.

"From what Slone and Jane have told me about their affairs they gave me the idea that all Egyptian boys are homeless waifs. This is not so. At the hotel there are many Egyptians families and they must be loaded to pay the freight.

"When I was drifting in the pool on my back a boy from one of these families started to follow me around with his eyes riveted to my near-naked body. At first I thought he was only a child of ten but, on closer inspection, I could see that he was older and that his small frame made him appear younger.

"I drifted to the shallow end of the pool and stood up. This boy drifted next to me and stood up, too. He wasn't disguising his interest in me and just stared holes into my body. He seemed to be an easy make except I wasn't sure about his age. The boy looked so awfully young. I decided to find out just how old he was by coming out and saying: 'Hello. My name is Veronica. What's your's?'

" 'Abdel. I'm named after Nasser.' " 'How wonderful for Nasser. And how old are you, Abdel?'

"'Fourteen."

"That settled that problem. Nasser's namesake was now in my clutches. 'I'm thirty years old,' I told him since turn about is fair play. 'Do you believe that?'

"'Yes,' he told me with boyish directness.

"Further direct answers to direct questions brought out the fact that he was at the hotel with his father who had business to conduct. As I talked to him my mind was on possible seduction sites. I didn't want to take him to my room and I was afraid to go to his. For all I knew his father might pop in at any minute.

"Near the pool were tiny dressing rooms used by people who were not guests at the hotel but, rather, outsiders who paid a fee to swim. There weren't many outsiders in the pool because I could see that most of the doors were open showing the empty cubicals. I could also see a perfect place to bring my young companion for a bit of gap-filling.

"It didn't take urging to get the boy out of the pool. I offered to buy him a soft drink and we went over to the folding chair in which I kept a purse wrapped in a towel. I placed the towel over my neck and walked over to a soda machine. I selected an orange drink and Abdel picked a cola. Without telling him where I wanted to go I walked off and the boy followed me like a brown puppy. He was cute rather than handsome and some baby fat still clung to his cheeks. We walked down to where the small rental rooms were and I glanced about to see if we were alone. We were and I grabbed the boy's arm, pulled him into one of the cubicals and closed the door. There was a slat of wood used as a seat and a single clothes hook inside the room and nothing else. I sat down and immediately grabbed the boy's crotch. 'Do you want to learn an American custom?' I asked.

"The fourteen year old nodded dumbly not knowing how to react. I was overwhelming the poor child. I pulled his bathing trunks down and observed his small, unaroused organ. He had a tiny bit of black pubic hair but the rest of his body was smooth and tan. His behind was plumpish and rather feminine. 'In my country,' I told him, 'women make love to boys your age for luck. I'm sure other American ladies have done it to you."

"Still numbed by my sudden assault he shook his head back and forth for an answer. I took off my bikini and stood up because there was no room to stretch out. The boy's head came up to my shoulders which made the sexual positioning awkward. I patted the lad on his buttocks and told him to step up on the low seat. When he did he was somewhat higher than me but, at least, our genitals were on a more favorable level.

"Abdel was frightened more than aroused and he just gaped at my nakedness in silence. I took his small sex organ between my fingers and rolled it around until it began to swell. To hurry the process I mouthed him until I felt his part engorge and grow until it was fully erected. Even so the boy was no King Kong. Once aroused Abdel's fear vanished. 'Once I saw my sister without clothes,' he told me as if to fill my in on his wicked past. 'Her upstairs things were not as big as yours."

"My 'upstairs things', of course, were my breasts. I took his hands and placed them against them. The boy leaned into me and I took his 'downstairs thing' between my fingers like a small, brown cigar. I placed the entire organ inside my slit at once and the lad shivered. 'Did you ever do this with your sister?' I asked just to be sociable.

"Again he returned to silent head movements and he indicated that he hadn't. I cupped my hands over his chubby can and held him in place while I pushed my torso against his body. His sex organ felt no larger than a finger but I kept pumping against him until he started to squirm. His orgasm was about to come. I hugged him tightly around his plump behind and his liquid squirted into my flesh. This was his virginity. From what the other girls have told me about the boys they had I think I was breaking in one of the few virgin males in Cairo.

"I would have liked to linger and worked out a few of the more erotic positions but people kept passing back and forth and I was afraid that the door would be pulled open and there I'd be found naked with a naked boy.

"I shoved Abdel's trunks on him and then dressed myself. We still had half our sodas left so we finished them and stepped out of the cubical. I hurried and the boy, still the puppy, followed me. I wanted to get away from those dressing rooms as soon as possible. We stopped at the soda machine and had a couple more drinks. 'Well, how do you like that American custom?' I asked.

"'It is very nice,' he told me. 'Do you do it every day to boys?'

"'Why, do you want to do it every day?'

"'Oh, yes!' he cried. 'Wait until I tell father. He ... '

"'Don't tell him or anyone,' I warned. 'This must be a secret between us, right? If you tell it will ruin it all for both of us and you don't want that to happen, do you?'

"He nodded but, by the glint in his eyes, I was afraid he might blab it all over the hotel that the blonde in the bikini had a passion for young boys. I took a couple of dollars out of my purse and handed it to Abdel telling him that it was part of the custom. I warned him once more about the need to keep our affair in the tiny dressing room a secret and dove into the pool.

"The fourteen year old put the two dollars in his wallet and swam after me. I could see that I had just made a friend for life. I played with the youngster for awhile and I could see that the grown men in the pool seemed to be wondering why I was wasting my time on such a child. Then I heard one of the men call Abdel by name. He was a ruggedly good looking man with a barrel chest and gray temples.

"'My father,' the boy explained. 'Do you want to meet him?'

"I begged off and, once more, warned him about revealing our secret. I watched the boy go off with the older man and relaxed a little. By that time Slone had entered the pool and I told her about my latest seduction. She seemed worried. 'Messing with kids at the very hotel you're staying at is bad business. The last thing we can afford is to have one of these boys point us out later on. Love 'em and leave 'em, that's our motto."

"As soon as Slone said this I heard a boy cry and the sound of slapping. Everyone turned. Near the door that led inside the hotel Abdel was being struck hard by his father. I knew that I had something to do with it. There was a cold feeling inside my stomach and I was sure that my boy-hunting cruise was about to be ended. Abdel's father, seeing the trouble he was causing, suddenly stalked off into the hotel. Slone paid little attention to this domestic scene because I hadn't told her that the boy had so recently been my lover. Feeling a bit ill I excused myself and got out of the pool. I sat down on the folding chair with a towel over my face as if I shut out the world.

"'Miss?' I heard a tiny voice whispered next to my ear. When I pulled the towel away I looked into Abdel's tear-streaked face. 'My father didn't believe me when I told him about us. Come and tell him that it was so."

"The boy kept urging me to inform his father that I had seduced him and I kept pretending that he was a fresh kid who was bugging a respectable American divorcee with his filthy lies. When it finally dawned on the boy that I wasn't going to cooperate with him to bring about my downfall he rubbed a few tears out of his eyes and said: 'Does this mean we won't do it tomorrow, too?'

"I didn't answer him and put the towel over my face. Abdel hung around for awhile and shuffled off with his tail between his legs like a whipped puppy. Let me tell you that had been a close call."