When Canadian students are entrained from the East to work as caddies, bellhops, waitresses, drivers, cabin girls etc. in a resort in the Canadian Rocky Mountains for the summer, and the rich guests are looking for entertainment, there is bound to be sexual combustion. Bellhop D'Arcy Morgan, full-blooded Canadian boy, responds to the needs of his guests as does a host of others in this rambunctious and funny tale of life as it has been lived summer after summer for over a century in a North-American paradise.
Genre: FICTION / Generallight reading
'Do you want to hear my new record?' Bett asked. 'It's calypso
and has it rhythm!' She slunk over to a record player. Her body was
sturdy and well-proportioned. She wore clothes sloppily to soften the
sexual allure, to make a man what she called "comfortable" with her.
The vamp in Bett seized any opportunity to break loose as now when
she whirled, hands on hips, to the first notes of the music, threw out
her arms and hooked her fingers toward the men. 'Come on, honey,
let's dance.'
Except for Julien, whose arm was linked with Kate's, the men
took a step forward, and suddenly conscious they were three,
stopped, flustered, to let Harry continue because he was Bett's
present lover. She put her arms about his neck. In order to drive the
envy from their minds, Eddie went to Maureen, and Johnnie, laughing
guiltily, began to dance with Deo.
'You haven't noticed me all evening,' Deo said accusingly.
'The evening's just begun, Baby. You wait. I'll give you plenty of
notice.'
She bent back from the waist. 'Is that supposed to be funny?'
'No, no,' he coaxed her to him, smoothing his hand along her
back. 'I really mean it. You see, at parties I like to mix. Sort of savour
the side delicacies before I hit the main dish.' He chuckled.
Deo glanced at the dark window pane. A branch was scraping at
it in a sudden gust, as if wishing to attract her attention. Pine needles
disappeared to one side clearing the dark pane for the full reflection of
herself--bright-eyed and flushed. She tossed her head. 'You're not
rocking with it,' she said. 'Get back and swing.
