High school was over and college was two months down the road. I needed a job. What I really needed was money. Anyhow, I took the first clerical job that came along, a menial, $250 a week, minimum wage job at a big brokerage house in the city. I rode the subway to work and
Was she wearing knickers? I couldn’t help but wonder as I watched my secretary, Carol, bend over to retrieve a file. It could be a g-string I thought. Yes, that was the most likely option. For some reason my girlfriend had been a bit on the jealous side when I told her about my new