Pearl Divers

She wore an avocado sarong over an apricot tan.Maître d' in a Polynesian tiki bar, she seated the rugged man, liked his unruly brown hair. "e;Here is a menu to browse. Decide when I return with your drink."e; Hips swiveled away.Hips swiveled back. Sarongs are slow-motion. She approached the man, his head down, perusing the menu. He glanced up, startled her. A monocle over one eye, flames reflected...