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Her long, sun-bleached hair fell over her golden colored shoulders almost down to her waist. A thin, pink ribbon held her hair back from her forehead. The sun glinted from the large golden earrings she wore. She disembarked lightly onto the quay. She wore a white bikini that made her suntan appear darker and more golden that it really way. She was tall and very thin. As she came closer, Kate could see that she was very beautiful. She wore a pink liptsick that matched the polish on her finger-and toe-nails. Her eyes were darkly lined and her eyelashes so dark and thick that she could well have been wearing mascara, too. She looked down into the Porter's yacht, a frown creasing her smooth forehead. "Who are you?" her voice was soft, breathy and quite seductive.

"I'm Kate Porter," said Kate quickly, recovering from the shock of meeting the unexpected much more quickly than the others. "Eleanor was my sister-in-law, which is why we came here, to pay our respects. May I ask you the same question? Who are you?"

The girl's eyes had opened wider as Kate had spoken. "Oh," she said huskily. She looked back at the canoes where the black men were watching the introductions with keen interest. She turned to signal to them to bring their catch up along the quay. In doing so, she revealed the typical Porter profile, the long, flat nose and firm, pointed jaw. Her earrings swung crazily as she flicked her hair back over her shoulders.

"Where are they going?" Greg cut in quickly, making time with any pretty girl as he always did. Kate was irritated, but waited for the reply.

"To the village," the girl faced them again, her black eyes wide and bright. "You must have come in with the tide this morning. Haven't you been up to the house? The village is down along the stream at the lower end of the fields, where the stream falls down to the sea."

Kate stared hard at the girl, taking in the long, well-shaped legs, the thin body, the rigid, padded top to the bikini, and a compelling idea rode uneasily about her mind. "Just who are you?" she asked harshly.

The girl looked at Kate warily, but she was under surprising self- control for one so young. She turned back to look at the fisherman

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