**That kind of woman**: Kay went over to the mirror and tried on the necklace - a homecoming present from The Man. It sparkled on her naked flesh like a receipt for expensive pleasures not yet expensive pleasures not yet realized. It was good to be paid in advance, to be paid so well. How mercenary I am, Kay thought. A high-priced mistress - that's really what I am...
Then she thought of Red, the handsome young paratrooper she had met on the train from Miami last night. How strong his arms had felt; how soft his lips. In one consuming moment she had loved him... loved him like a wife.
And now she had to choose between overwhelming passion and her desire for security.
