ABSTRACT
Coming into Port Townsend, Washington, on board the ferry Issaquah-having finished the obligatory coffee and clam chowder (and, for good measure, a com dog)-1 was wandering around the ship looking for trouble, when lo and behold, he found me. He came toward me with a grin on his face, gave me that old seductive look of a man in heat, and did a smart pivot across my stem into the men's room I'd just passed. I turned my head in time to catch a glimpse of his neat black-Levi-clad behind disappearing through the swinging door. Having no intention of tricking on the ferry-and really, no time to spare after arrival-! smiled ruefully to myself and continued aft.
