Crazy for You Enjoy the cruise! Promenade Deck May 1925 In a world that barely acknowledges knees, Randolph St. Croix was suddenly taken by a pair of curvy gams. Gams in twisted and knotted silk stockings worn just above the knee, exposed when the ocean breeze blew up the young woman's skirt. Her demure, white cotton shirtwaist appeared too innocent for the bold look in her eyes. Her red lips were turned in a practiced Venus-surprised-at-the-bath sort of way. Admiring her beauty, Randolph cleared his throat and called to mind he was a respectable, soon-to-be-married man. "Got a ciggy?" The woman's question rose on the breeze. He removed a cigarette from his silver case and passed it to her. There was a restlessness to her spirit that drew him to watch her smoke. No other lady of his acquaintance made love to a Camel with her lips as this young blonde was now doing. Given her powdered face, her rouged cheeks, her artifically darkened eyes, and her mouth painted and moist, she could only be a flapper. A bold, hedonistic woman of the Jazz Age. |
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