The smile was very white if a little hard. "Good afternoon, Mr. Whitman." Politely Julie made the introductions, and Tamara, offering her hand, dropped a smile. "We have met briefly. When you stepped in on Julie's initiation to North Africa." "Ah yes. The Kitty Kola, wasn't it?" Clay held on to her hand. "I can assure you the grass is still growing green and strong where you flung the fire-water ... a very mild concoction, I might add, of the genuine thing." Clay nodded, flicking a smiling glance across the top of Julie's head. "Still, the inexperienced must sometimes be protected from even mild concoctions, wouldn't you say." "Are we still talking about liquor?" Tamara's glance slid lazily down the length of him, and Julie intervened a little sharply, "If you two don't mind I think I'll go and change." She turned towards the bathing cabins and Clay said briskly, "I need some cigarettes.
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