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them.
    As they ate breakfast and chatted with the pleasant married couple, men began coming to the table to drop off bits of paper with names and cabin numbers, a few of them asking for autographs. Einarr basked in the adulation, even enjoying the surreptitious gropes from guys determined to ascertain if he had padded his crotch.
    “You're friend certainly is popular,” Paul said. “Is he a celebrity of some sort?”
    “We're out of the loop with modern culture,” Stewart added. “Please forgive us if we've offended and should know you both.”
    “Einarr is the entertainment,” Gus revealed.
    “For the entire ship?” Stewart looked aghast at the idea.
    “He must certainly have a sphincter of steel, my dear,” Paul guffawed. “Or a dick of death.”
    “I suspect both,” Gus said, gritting his teeth as yet another group of guys pawed his cabin mate.
    Paul was surprised. “You haven't tried the goods yourself?”
    “If I were twenty years younger I'd be there like a rat up a drainpipe,” Stewart sighed.
    “You mean forty, don't you, dear?” Paul retorted.
    Stewart preened and ran his fingers through his thinning, but still ample hair. “Unless he likes his men a little older and more experienced.”
    “And they don't come much more experienced than you, love.”
    Gus groaned. There was no respite from Einarr's groupies anywhere. They would be worse once they'd got a glimpse of what was between his legs.
    Paul leaned across the table and patted his hand. “Don't mind us, dear. We're all talk. Sorry if we've offended.”
    Gus realized he was being ungracious.
    “You never told us what the big brute does to entertain the passengers, apart from allowing them to get a good grope every now and then.” Stewart was very direct and Paul shot him a censorious glance.
    “He's the Viking Stripper that's advertised all over the ship,” Gus conceded.
    “Don't we have tickets for that tonight, love?” Paul asked.
    “Indeed we do. We're looking forward to it.” Stewart leaned in to whisper in Gus's ear. “Does he go all the way, or just down to a jockstrap? We were wondering whether we should book for the second show as well.”
    Gus wondered. “Is it legal to go all the way?”
    “We're in international waters. Besides, I would have thought on a cruise like this it would have been mandatory.”
    Gus had a sneaking suspicion that he may be right. He couldn't see any of the men in the restaurant being happy if Einarr didn't strip down completely to show his tackle.
    “What sort of costumes do you have?”
    Shit! Costumes! Gus had not planned that far ahead. His intention was solely to get aboard the ship in an attempt to win back Robert. His pretense at being a stripper was merely a furphy. Now things had taken on a life of their own and he needed not only clothing but also costumes fast.
    “That's the problem,” he heard himself saying. “Einarr's luggage was left at the dock so he has nothing...”
    “Thus the ill-fitting sweatpants,” Paul said. “I've never liked them as a fashion statement but, mind you, I've never seen a man fill them as effectively as your pal there.”
    Einarr had gone back to the breakfast buffet for seconds and all eyes were riveted to the sculpted ass.
    Stewart watched as well. “I suspect all he would have to do is stand there naked and that would almost be enough.” He sighed. “Remember when my ass looked like that?”
    “To me it still does, love,” Paul said kindly, but winked at Gus.
    “Perhaps we can help,” Stewart said as Einarr returned with another plateful of food plus a half dozen scrawled cards and notes. “We were involved in amateur musicals for yonks. I did a bit of directing and choreography. Paul was the genius. His costumes and set designs were sheer brilliance. All on a budget of a dollar fifty. Give him a piece of fabric and a sewing machine and he can whip up an outfit fit for the most exacting Dolly Levi to descend the stairs at the Harmonia