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nipples hard against his palms, and squeezed them. She closed her eyes.
    Her skin was pale and smooth. He kissed her neck, and her shoulders. The sweet smell of her skin was heady. Abruptly, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed, and she said, “Yes!”

TEN
    The mayor of Baton Rouge looked up from his desk as his engineer, Ed Pearson, entered the office.
    â€œEd,” he said, “hey. Have a seat. What can I do for you?”
    â€œWell . . .”
    â€œCome up, speak up, man,” the mayor said. “I’ve got things to do, you know.”
    â€œYes, sir. We, uh, have a problem.”
    â€œWith what?”
    â€œWell . . . the river.”
    â€œWe have a problem with the Mississippi River?” the mayor asked.
    â€œUh, yes, sir,” Pearson, said, “that’s the river I’m talking about.”
    â€œDon’t get smart with me, Ed,” the mayor said. “What do you mean, we have a problem?”
    â€œWell, it’s raining upriver—hard.”
    â€œAnd what’s that got to do with us?”
    â€œIt’s affecting the river.”
    â€œIn what way?” the mayor asked. “Don’t make me drag this out of you, Ed.”
    â€œThe river is rising—it’s rising fast.”
    â€œDon’t we have levies?”
    â€œWe do, but they’re not strong enough or high enough to withstand the river at the rate it’s rising.”
    â€œSo what do you suggest?”
    â€œWe need to reinforce them.”
    â€œThen do it.”
    â€œI’ll need extra men.”
    â€œHire them.”
    â€œDon’t you need to check this with the town council?” Pearson asked.
    â€œDo you think the river will wait while we call a meeting of the council?”
    â€œWell, no, sir.”
    â€œThen get your men and put them to work,” the mayor said. “If Baton Rouge floods, it’s not only your job, it’s your head. You got that?”
    â€œYes, sir.”
    â€œThen get out—and send in my secretary.”
    Pearson rose and rushed out of the room. Moments later Mrs. Posey, the mayor’s secretary for his two-and-a-half terms in office, came in.
    â€œSir?”
    â€œI need the members of the town council to meet—today. Send word.”
    â€œYes, sir,” she said, “right away.”
    As she hurried out, he wished that everybody who worked for him would react that quickly when he spoke.
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    Capucine Devereaux stood up and said to the man across from her, “You have to give me a ride home.”
    â€œNo problem.”
    â€œNow.”
    â€œWhat’s the hurry?” he asked.
    â€œI need to check on my girls.”
    â€œI thought Jeannie was with Adams.”
    â€œShe is.”
    â€œIsn’t she your best girl?”
    â€œShe is,” she said. “What has that got to do with the others?”
    â€œI don’t know,” he said, “I’m just saying—”
    â€œWell, don’t,” she said. “Come along, I need to get back.”
    â€œCan I finish my drink?”
    â€œNo,” she told him. “You don’t need any more to drink.”
    He stared at her, shaking his head, as he got to his feet.
    â€œYou think Clint Adams will respond to this bossy attitude of yours?”
    â€œClint Adams will respond to me the way most men do,” she said. “Don’t worry.”
    â€œCome on,” he said. “We’ll go out the back. We wouldn’t want the respectable members of this club to see you leaving. They might revoke my membership.”
    As they both moved toward the door, the man suddenly reached out, grabbed Capucine, and backed her into the wall, pressing his body against hers.
    â€œWhat do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
    â€œYou know what I’m doing,” he said, leaning his face into her neck.
    Abruptly, she reached