TRANSVESTI

RANSVESTIA

"Damn," I said. "We should have got them earlier this week. "Wasn't there a forwarding address at the hotel?”

"Non, monsieur," Hebert shook his head. "Mademoiselle Pohlman has also released the hotel room. The manager told me she'd been there for nearly six years."

Well, I thought, we could always run one or two of the older photos, ones we'd never used in our paper before. But Jerry Conlon wouldn't go along with it, and I knew that. Before I could commence my al- ready disrupted vacation, I'd have to make sure that the photographs with the articles were both new and provocative.

"Let's find out where she's gone," I snapped at Gerhard. "And you,' I pointed at Hebert. "You be ready to go whenever you're called for."

If being a guest on the yacht of an American millionaire could be called hiding out, then Romy was hiding out in style. As far as the supplier of the "Beau Sejour" was concerned, Brennan Lawrence's red haired girl friend, Romy, was just that. So much, I thought, cynically, for the line she'd been shooting at me. She could just as easily have told me that I didn't turn her on. I'd have believed that.

Francois got a few good photographs of her, and of the five other girls, real or not, we didn't know, on the sundeck of the yacht. Romy, in a black, silky bikini, was incredibly gorgeous. She was quite small- breasted, but her narrow waist, rounded buttocks and slim legs left no doubt as to her "belonging" to the female sex. There was not a vestige of masculinity in her as she mixed easily with the other girls, dressed just like her. When they removed their bikini tops for sun- bathing, she did the same with a few laughs at Brennan and the other two guys on board the yacht. No one gave her special attention as she lay in the sun, the small, well-formed breasts thrust up into the sunshine just like those of the other girls aboard the yacht.

I was glad at last when Francois decreed that he had enough photographs and left for Paris. I don't go much for sunbathing myself, and I found the amount of flesh on view along the coast more than a little too much. England was the place I intended to head for just as