I blushed, thinking of the cover of Gordon Merrick'snovel, which showed two shirtless, tan, well-built, good-looking young men, one dark of hair, the other light, seated together, snifters of brandy before them, pink and red chrysanthemums and the blue Mediterranean Sea, fronting a jagged sandstone ridge, behind them. The blond rested his head upon the brunette's left shoulder, sleeping in the sun, as his pensive lover looked past him. The title Perfect Freedom was introduced by the caption, "He never knew freedom . . . until he found love." "He" was the dark-haired man, who had the same hair color as Mr. Porter, and whose appearance was similar enough to...