ter thirty minutes she moved with the efficient grace of a seasoned copy…room clerk。 She fed copies and unstapled and restapled while the machine clicked rapidly and spat the reproductions through the collator。
Tammy arrived from trip three out of breath and with sweat dripping from her nose。 〃Third drawer；〃 she reported。 〃He's still snoring。〃 She unzipped the suitcases and made another neat pile on the bed。 She caught her breath； wiped her face and loaded the now copied contents of drawer one into the bags。 For the rest of the night； she would be loaded ing and going。
At midnight； the Barefoot Boys sang their last song； and the Palms settled down for the night。 The quiet hum of the copier could not be heard outside Room 188。 The door was kept locked； the shades pulled tightly； and all lights extinguished except for a lamp near the bed。 No one noticed the tired lady； dripping with sweat； lugging the same two suitcases to and from the room。
After midnight they did not speak。 They were tired； too busy and scared； and there was nothing to report except lover boy's movements in bed； if any。 And there was none； until around 1 A。M。； when he subconsciously rolled onto his side； where he stayed for about twenty minutes； then returned to his back。 Tammy checked on him with each visit and asked herself each time what she would do if his eyes suddenly opened and he attacked。 She had a small tube of Mace in her shorts pocket； just in case a confrontation occurred and escape became necessary。 Mitch had been vague on the details of such an escape。 Just don't lead him back to the motel room； he said。 Hit him with the Mace； then run like crazy and scream； 〃Rape！〃
But after twenty…five trips； she became convinced he was hours away from consciousness。 And it was bad enough hiking like a pack mule to and from； but she also had to climb the stairs； fourteen of them； each trip to check on Casanova。 So she went to check every other trip。 Then one out of three。
By 2 A。M。； halfway through the project； they had copied the contents from five of the file cabinets。 They had made over four thousand copies； and the bed was covered with neat little stacks of materials。 Their copies stood along the wall next to the sofa in seven even rows almost waist high。
They rested for fifteen minutes。
At five…thirty the first flicker of sunrise rose in the east； and they forgot about being tired。 Abby quickened her movements around the copier and hoped it would not burn up。 Tammy rubbed the cramps in her calves and walked quickly back to the condo。 It was either trip number fifty…one or fifty…two。 She had lost count。 It would be her last trip for a while。 He was waiting。
She opened the door and went straight to the storage room； as usual。 She set the packed Samsonites on the floor； as usual。 She quietly walked up the stairs； into the bedroom； and froze。 Avery was sitting on the edge of the bed； facing the balcony。 He heard her and turned slowly to face her。 His eyes were swollen and glazed。 He scowled at her。
Instinctively； she unbuttoned the khaki shorts and they fell to the floor。 〃Hey； big boy；〃 she said； trying to breathe normally and act like a party girl。 She walked to the edge of the bed where he was sitting。 〃You're up kinda early。 Let's get some more sleep。〃
His gaze returned to the window。 He said nothing。 She sat beside him and rubbed the inside of his thigh。 She slid her hand up the inside of his leg； and he did not move。
〃Are you awake？〃 she asked。
No response。
〃Avery； talk to me； baby。 Let's get some more sleep。 It's still dark out there。〃
He fell sideways； onto his pillow。 He grunted。 No attempt at speech。 Just a grunt。 Then he closed his eyes。 She lifted his legs onto the bed and covered him again。
She sat by him for ten minutes； and when the snoring returned to its former intensity； she slid into the shorts and ran to the Palms。
〃He woke up； Abby！〃 she reported in panic。 〃He woke up； then passed out again。〃
Abby stopped and stared。 Both women looked at the bed； which was covered with uncopied documents。
〃Okay。 Take a quick shower；〃 Abby said coolly。 〃Then go get in bed with him and wait。 Lock the door to the storage room； and call me when he wakes up and gets in the shower。 I'll keep copying what's left； and we'll try to move it later； after he goes to work。〃
〃That's awfully risky。〃
〃It's all risky。 Hurry。〃
Five minutes later； Tammy/Doris/Libby with the bright orange string bikini made another trip…without the suitcases…to the condo。 She locked the front door and the storage door and went to the bedroom。 She removed the orange top and crawled under the covers。
The snoring kept her awake for fifteen minutes。 Then she dozed。 She sat up in bed to prevent sleep。 She was scared； sitting there in bed with a nude man who would kill her if he knew。 Her tired body relaxed； and sleep became unavoidable。 She dozed again。
Lover boy broke from his a at three minutes past nine。 He moaned loudly and rolled to the edge of the bed。 His eyelids were stuck together。 They opened slowly； and the bright sun came piercing through。 He moaned again。 The head weighed a hundred pounds and rocked awkwardly from right to left； shifting the brain violently each time。 He breathed deeply； and the fresh oxygen went screaming through his temples。 His right hand caught his attention。 He tried to raise it； but the nerve impulses would not penetrate the brain。 Slowly it went up； and he squinted at it。 He tried to focus with the right eye first； then the left。 The clock。
He looked at the digital clock for thirty seconds before he could decipher the red numbers。 Nine…oh…five。 Damn！ He was expected at the bank at nine。 He moaned。 The woman！
She had felt him move and heard his sounds； and she lay still with her eyes shut。 She prayed he would not touch her。 She felt him staring。
For this career rogue and bad boy； there had been many hangovers。 But none like this。 He looked at her face and tried to remember how good she had been。 He could always remember that； if nothing else。 Regardless of the size of the hangover； he could always remember the women。 He watched her for a moment； then gave it up。
〃Damn！〃 he said as he stood and tried to walk。 His feet were like lead boots and only reluctantly plied with his wishes。 He braced himself against the sliding door to the balcony。
The bathroom was twenty feet away； and he decided to go for it。 The desk and dresser served as braces。 One painful； clumsy step after another； and he finally made it。 He hovered above the toilet and relieved himself。
She rolled to face the balcony； and when he finished she felt him sit on her side of the bed。 He gently touched her shoulder。 〃Libby； wake up。〃 He shook her； and she bolted stiff。
〃Wake up； dear；〃 he said。 A gentleman。
She gave him her best sleepy smile。 The morning…after smile of fulfillment and mitment。 The Scarlett O'Hara smile the morning after Rhett nailed her。 〃You were great； big boy；〃 she cooed with her eyes closed。
In spite of the pain and nausea； in spite of the lead boots and bowling…ball head； he was proud of himself。 The woman was impressed。 Suddenly； he remembered that he was great last night。
〃Look； Libby； we've overslept。 I gotta go to work。 I'm already late。〃
〃Not in the mood； huh？〃 she giggled。 She prayed he wasn't in the mood。
〃Naw； not now。 How about tonight？〃
〃I'll be here； big boy。〃
〃Good。 I gotta take a shower。〃
〃Wake me up when you get out。〃
He stood and mumbled something； then locked the bathroom door。 She slid across the bed to the phone and called Abby。 After three rings； she answered。
〃He's in the shower。〃
〃Are you okay？〃
〃Yeah。 Fine。 He couldn't do it if he had to。〃
〃What took so long？〃
〃He wouldn't wake up。〃
〃Is he suspicious？〃
〃No。 He remembers nothing。 I think he's in pain。〃
〃How long will you be there？〃
〃I'll kiss him goodbye when he gets out of the shower。 Ten； maybe fifteen minutes。〃
〃Okay。 Hurry。〃 Abby hung up； and Tammy slid to her side of the bed。 In the attic above the kitchen； a recorder clicked； reset itself and was ready for the next call。
By ten…thirty； they were ready for the final assault on the condo。 The contraband was divided into three equal parts。 Three daring raids in open daylight。 Tammy slid the shiny new keys into her blouse pocket and took off with the suitcases。 She walked quickly； her eyes darting in all directions behind the sunglasses。 The parking lot in front of the condos was still empty。 Traffic was light on the highway。
The new key fit； and she was inside。 The key to the storage door also fit； and five minutes later she left the condo。 The second and third trips were equally quick and uneventful。 When she left the storage room for the last time； she studied it carefully。 Everything was in order； just as she found it。 She locked the condo and took the empty； well…worn Samsonites back to her room。
For an hour they lay beside each other on the bed and laughed at Avery and his hangover。 It was over now； for the most part； and they had mitted the perfect crime。 And lover boy was a willing but ignorant participan