Clouds over Antibes

And, while the two conversed below the porch about where the nearest tennis club was as well as other possibilities, Mateo Paoli was contemplating the possibilities for a solution here to his own problem. A cabin cruiser the size the American was sailing in the Mediterranean would have radio equipment. Paoli was an expert tennis player himself and now had an idea where the young man could be approached and that it could be managed through tennis. And just as important, Paoli, who was interested in covering beautiful young men, had the money to spend–money that the beautiful young American needed to continue his sail home.

Everything was coming together to make possible the task that had been set for Paoli by Mussolini’s generals in Rome.

After he knew the American had gone to find the tennis club, Paoli went down to the marina and, making sure no one saw him, boarded the American’s cabin cruiser. The young man hadn’t locked anything up. There, on top of an inset desk between two lockers in the cabin was a radio set. And it was one Paoli knew how to operate. If he could get into a relationship with the American, he’d have access to communications back to Rome that couldn’t be directly linked to him. The American needed money and Paoli had plenty of that. It sounded like the American would let himself be fucked for money. That suited the Italian as well.