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nipple, through the fabric of her clothing.

Outrageous.

'Mmmph,' I said.

She finally relaxed her grip-but that was all; she kept her hands locked behind my neck as she slowly forced me to turn with her in a full circle, her eerie maroon eyes locked on mine, her face with its slightly pouty mouth only inches away. I didn't think she was wearing perfume, but she had a pleasing, clean smell about her, like that of finely milled soap.

'Robby, Robby, Robby,' she intoned in the voice, still so familiar in my mind, that had always seemed impossibly low and sultry to be coming from such a small body. 'Mongo the Magnificent. How I've missed you over the years. You look absolutely scrumptious.''

'Yeah, me too. I mean, uh, I've also thought a lot about you over the years. And you look scrumptious.'

The best lines of a red-hot lover. Talk about feeling foolish and tongue-tied. .

'Robby, your face is red.'

'Jesus, Harper, you do look absolutely magnificent.'

'Come on,' she commanded, grabbing my left hand and half leading, half hauling me across the street toward the sidewalk to her house. 'Did they feed you on the plane?'

'Yeah. Lunch.'

'I know what airline food is like. I'll make you something to eat.'

'I'm, uh, really not hungry.'

'Then I'll make us drinks.'

'That I could use,' I said feebly as she hauled me up the steps, across the porch, and through the open front door into an oak-paneled foyer made bright and airy by a skylight. Two Edward Hopper originals hung on the walls flanking the entrance to the living room.

Something heavy suddenly came to rest on my right shoulder as something else flicked against my right cheek and ear; the something else tickled. I shied away, half turned, and found myself face-to-face with a thick, triangular snake's head that was as big as my fist. The head was attached to a sinuous neck that tapered down to a huge, tubular body coiled like the hawser of an ocean liner in a pool of sunlight directly beneath the skylight; the snake's body was easily as big around as me.

'Jeesus!' I shrieked at the top of my lungs as I shot backward and landed hard on my backside.

Undeterred by what could have been interpreted as a rejection, the snake slithered through my splayed legs, came up over my groin and stomach and onto my chest until its head was once again in my face, its fleshy, forked tongue flicking out at my eyes. I couldn't decide whether it was hungry or wanted to make love, and neither prospect particularly appealed to me.

'JEEEsus!' I shrieked again, even louder, and abruptly raised myself on my hands and feet and crabbed backward until my head collided hard and painfully with the wall behind me.

'You silly goose,' Harper said to me as she peremptorily grabbed the snake about a foot behind its head and draped it over her left shoulder. The triangular head disappeared from sight behind her back, then reappeared a moment later on her other shoulder. It nosed its way around her neck, up through her hair, peeked at me over the top of her head. 'Frank won't hurt you; he was just being friendly. Reticulated pythons usually have a lot of personality. Sometimes they can be downright playful, like a dog. Frank is my watchsnake. He's harmless, but I like to think that the sight of him might deter burglars.'

I glanced at Frank, who had now closed his eyes. He looked as if he might be purring. 'Yeah,' I said, rubbing the bump that had already begun to form on the back of my head. 'I can see why you might think that.'

Tm surprised you didn't recognize him; he may have recognized you. Frank used to be with me in the circus.'

'Do tell. He looks bigger now.'

'He is bigger now,' Harper said approvingly in a tone of voice that most definitely had the ring of maternal pride. 'Twenty-five feet. That's pretty close to a record for a reticulated python in captivity, or in the wild.'

'Yeah? What do they do in this neighborhood, count the dogs and kids every night?'

Harper laughed-obviously assuming that I’d been trying to be funny. 'I've also got an anaconda, two rock pythons, and a fair-size boa, but I keep them out in the garage. The anaconda's downright nasty, and the others don't have Frank's predictable toilet habits. But Frank is a pussycat. That's why I let him have the run of the house.' She paused, frowned slightly. 'I really am sorry, Robby. I guess I should have warned you. The truth of the matter is that my friends and I are so used to having him around, I forget he might come as a shock to someone not expecting to see him.'

'Think nothing of it, Harper. My nervous and adrenal systems have been in need of a major overhaul like this for years. I feel like a new man.'

She laughed again, said, 'Actually, Robby, I'm a little surprised at you. As I recall, you used to have an almost mystical bond with animals. I envied it a lot.'

'My mystical bonding techniques tend to break down when a giant constrictor sneaks up behind me and pecks me on the cheek. Are you sure Frank doesn't eat dwarfs-or wouldn't like to?'

Harper smiled, shook her head, then reached up and chucked her giant, cold-blooded companion under its broad jaw before casually undraping its head and neck from her shoulders and dropping them on top of the rest of its massive, coiled body resting in the pool of sunlight. Then she abruptly reached down, grabbed my right hand, and hauled me to my feet. This little girl was strong.

'You really are a scream, Robby. But then, you were always funny.'

Frank was resting his head on one of his hawser coils and eyeing me. I eyed him back. 'Who's being funny? Considering Frank's size, he might not consider me much more than an appetizer.'

'Frank eats chickens. I buy them frozen, wholesale, by the crate. I used to raise them myself, but chickens are really a pain-messy like you wouldn't believe-and I found out it wasn't all that much more expensive to just buy them. But I still breed my own mice and rats.'

'That's because Frank requires a balanced diet, right?'

She shook her head again, smiled cryptically, led me toward the archway at the end of the foyer. 'Come on, Robby; let's get you that drink.'

'Well, in honor of my reunion with dear old Frank, now you can make it a double-or even triple-Scotch, with a couple of ice cubes.'

Harper's large living room had leather sofas at either end, lots of glass, and original Picasso charcoal sketches of circus clowns and dancers. In the middle of the room was a circular bar. She motioned for me to sit down on one of the sofas, but I followed her to the bar and stood beside her as she made us both drinks. Her Scotch on the rocks was as overstuffed as mine, and mine was big.

'I'm not just a snake charmer anymore, Robby,' she said in her low, husky voice as we clicked glasses. 'Now I'm a herpetologist-and quite a noted one, I might add without even an attempt at false modesty.'

'I noticed the Ph.D. after your name in the phone directory, Dr. Rhys-Whitney.'

'Indeed, Dr. Frederickson.'

'I have to admit I was more than a little surprised to find you in Palmetto Grove-almost as surprised as I was to find you listed under your maiden name.'

'Oh, I've been married, Robby. Four times, as a matter of fact. After my last divorce, I decided that either my husbands had lied when they told me they didn't mind my snakes, or I just wasn't cut out to be somebody's wife. It's probably both. As far as my living here is concerned, I finally realized that the only people who had ever truly cared about me for something besides my looks or money were my friends from the circus. That's why I moved here and built this house. It was eight years ago.'

'I'm sorry, Harper. I didn't mean to be so personal.'

She raised her eyebrows. 'Oh, you didn't? I was kind of hoping you had meant to be so personal. I certainly did. You know who inspired me to go back to school? You. You were my role model. Every winter, while the rest of us were kicking back and sunning ourselves down here in Florida, you were off to school in New York to pick up more credits. I missed you during the winter, Robby. Everybody missed you. And then one day you were off for good, to be a college professor, of all things. That's when I really started to miss you. A