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"It's the clothes," said Jim in a hoarse voice. Without thinking, Kenny put one leg up on a chair and unfastened his stockings from his garter belt. Slowly he rolled the nylons down his hairless leg. Kate could see Jim turning from red to purple at the langorous exhibition being put on by the youth.

"Wait outside," she said to her husband. As he slammed up the steps back to the deck, she turned accusingly to the boy. "You did that on purpose," she snapped. "But I've seen just about everything in my life, even boys in silk panties. So, just get dressed in those clothes of Greg's as fast as you can."

Kenny retreated to the sanctuary of his own cabin to change into Greg's tee-shirt and jeans. Cathy came stamping down into the main cabin as Kenny's door closed. "What's up with Dad?" she asked. "Boy, is he ever upset!" Her spirits had been improving the closer they came to Nassau. She began to clear away the breakfast things, some- thing very uncharacteristic of Cathy, and so her mother sat back and let her do it.

Greg's smallest clothes were way too big on Kenny. Even so, the traces of makeup about his eyes, his still painted fingernails and mincing walk made him appear a ludicrous figure at best. With a burst of laughter, cut off by throwing her hand over her mouth, Cathy turned and ran up the stairs and out onto the deck. Kenny sat down at the breakfast table, a deep flush coloring his face. He refused to meet Kate's eyes. He must have known how he looked.

Greg and Jim came down the stairwell with a rush. They had likely left Cathy at the wheel. "So what did I tell you!" Jim hardly ever raised his voice to Kate, but now he was shouting. "Have you ever seen a more obvious faggot?" Kate felt shame as she saw Kenny's eyes tighten at the words. "And Cathy told us how he walks," Jim raged on. "Well, I'm not having it! He can stay on the Esperance after we dock until we arrange another place to put him ashore- like Miami.”

Now Kate was angry. "Jim Porter! How dare you speak of Kenny this way, especially in front of him." Her eyes blazed. "He has feelings, too." she said, more gently, looking back to the downcast youth. She sighed, "But I don't know what we can do now."

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