Mick had made love to women in odd places before.
He’d lost his virginity in his bunk aboard the family crabbing boat while it was tied at dock. He and Wilma Cutter, the boat’s cook hired on when he’d gotten old enough to work the lines, had multiple trysts there. They’d also used the galley a time or twenty at sea where the storm waves did most of the work for them. And any other place they could find.
Her send-off to college—which had also been her pre-agreed Dear John because though he was staying local at University of Alaska ROTC program, she was off to Berkeley—had been particularly memorable. She’d taken him to her uncle’s cabin near the Artic Circle where they’d made love for as long as the sun was above the horizon…most of twenty-two straight hours.
Since then he’d found wil
