That’s sick.”“I wonder if she slept with Jimmy.”That conclusion was not one that Millie had anticipated. With her mouth moving faster than her...brain, she said, “I’m not a cougar. I’m an actress.”“Actress? You were fucking some guy by the pool.”“That’s the kind of movie it is.”“You’re an actress in a porn movie?” David asked wide-eyed with dismay.“Yes.”Shocked, Lisa said, “Mom. You can’t need money that badly!”David said, “That’s worse than being cougar.”“Don’t you have any pride?” Lisa. Jenny Grant was the most vocal of all of the girls in the typing pool and kept dropped hints to everyone that Brenda wasn't much more than an office slut for Jack. Brenda tried to ignore the whispers of the other girls but try as she might the hurt she felt each day finally morphed its way into making her a much more authoritarian manager than she would have been under normal circumstances.Two weeks ago things had come to a head when she had been forced to let one of the typists, Rita Richards. There was wine and beer for the guests, but I sat with Roberta most of the time and did not partake. On the drive back to Owen and Roberta’s apartment on Nob Hill, I suggested a walk on the Embarcadero. Roberta took the detour with her usual grace and parked. We walked along the piers hand in hand. I thought through a dozen ways to bring up what I had in mind, and finally discarded the idea of a roundabout approach.“Roberta,” I began. “In this context, maybe, I should say Bobbie.”She stiffened. He gripped my ankles and bent my legs at my knee and knelt over me. Sensing what is going to happen next I pleaded him not to ruin me by raping me in this helpless condition. But he took no notice of my pleading and said that he will not let me go before enjoying my beautiful body to the fullest extent possible. He said that, as I have to give the supreme sacrifice of my chastity to his carnal desire I should see the weapon and the person wielding it before and during the sacrifice .Saying this.