Chapter 5: Phoebe Pulls It Off

"I say chaps!" finally gasped the new arrival. "Rather wet today, what?"
"You can say that again!" replied Jake. "Come into the apartment and take your wet things off. Sam, put that pistol down, old son. You've been on the booze again haven't you?"
"Say," muttered Dolores, who's this broad, Jake?"
"Oh, an old flame, Princess. She's an Olympic swimmer from England."
Phoebe meanwhile was disrobing in the drawing room. Her lithe body glistened and her muscles rippled.
"What about building a raft, you people? Have it done in a jiffy!"
She turned the velvet sofa over and began to construct an ingenious craft. One by one, they all climbed in.