North rubbed his eyes--he was one of the best wake-up actors at large--and slowly sat up. Despite everything, he had to admit Tany Soboren was surely extremely well put together. The Russians hadn't invented sex, but in this case they certanly had made the most of it. Yellow-gold hair, handing loosely over her shoulders, framed her lovely pink and white face like a painting. She a a long and slender neck, and an eye following it down from the velvety throat was attracted to the deep cleavage of a pale yellow sweater that emphasized intriguing bulges at exactly the right places.

1967.