She lifted her arm and pointed back. Inodded and relaxed. There was nothing to be done until the passengerramp was dropped. I waited as it rolled out ...nd down. When it touchedthe dock, a sailor in orange walked quickly down and secured it withtwo lines.I turned my attention back to the ship and looked around anxiously frommy place at the rail. I was worried now; I had expected to see her backby that time. I spotted her just over the line into the officerterritory, stepping out onto the walkway. It showed a lovely girl with olive skin and shiny black hair wearing a denim top. I had been working with the old man – ‘Daddy’ as his colleagues in the film industry called him – for just over three years. He might be old, but he was a horndog all the same. Every so often he would meet some woman and bring her to Bombay for a week or two, have his way with her, and send her back. East European or Russian women, as often as not, with the occasional oriental. His wife and children never. ”“I heard her on the phone with Aunt Sheila.” Dad drank the whiskey in one gulp.“Well I’m glad to see ya buddy, but you shouldn’t have snuck out.”“But it’s been almost a week. What happened, Dad? Did you really cheat on her?”Dad looked at me, real serious, and shook his head. “Son, the god’s honest truth is that I’ve never cheated on your mom. But I’m a red-blooded guy. I like women, and they like me.” It was true. My dad is a studly guy – buff from working construction most of his. ’ Allison nearly wept. There was no love lost between her and Hillary, either, but it sickened her to hear these women degraded. Then Allison had a selfish moment: at least she, unpopular Allison Katz, was not the subject of this sordid conversation. She wasn’t overly beautiful, and playing the clarinet did not exactly generate the buzz of athletic accomplishment. She was safe. Hank continued: ‘What about you, Craig-o?’ ‘Hm, I’m in the mood for someone different. Someone who won’t give it up.