Japanese Girl

‘Did I ever tell you about that Japanese girl pearl diver I used to know?’ he said.
‘Pearl diver? No, she’s a new one, Willie.’
‘Lovely girl, she was. But she was always practising ’olding her breath. She could do it for minutes on end, and she used to practise at the funniest times.’
‘Not in bed?’
‘So help me, Princess. In bed. Frightened the life out of me, first time she did it. Talk about creepy.’
She laughed. ‘All this time and I’m still not sure whether you make these girl-stories up, Willie.’
‘I don’t make ’em up,’ he said simply. ‘I reckon there must be something about me that attracts bizarre girls.’
(Sabre-Tooth, chapter 10)