Jessica Anderson was a leading writer, researcher and archeologist on ancient Bronze Age civilizations, despite only being in her early thirties. Her ...ork was cited worldwide, and her discoveries lined the halls of museums around the globe.This fame and skill had not come without cost though. Being a successful woman in academia required a degree of social sacrifice. Dr. Anderson had to develop boundaries between herself and her assistants and colleagues for fear of appearing to "sleep her way. We’d parted with a final kiss knowing it was just one night of passion and I’d packed in haste, late for my train.I thought about these things and remembered her with a smile as the train picked up speed through the Paris suburbs and I settled into my journey. The steward offered wine and I chose a Chablis and started to settle rather sleepily to my book. I was getting back into it when a soft voice intruded. “Do you mind if I sit here?”. I looked up to see a woman of about 30 with long dark. I think if you say that it will show you are loyal and it should enhance your potential for advancement.”“You do know that I am coming into a large amount of money and I will never ever be able to spend all of it. A friend of mine who is a financial adviser and someone I have already consulted with tells me what the dividends and interest those funds will generate in a year and it blows me away how much money that is.”“I have never done much travelling and now I am going to have an opportunity. .. and that several of those men we already giving Mistress Angel and myself a good looking over."Are you sure this is a good idea, Mistress?" I shouted into my companion's ear.She nodded. "Sure is," she yelled back, "If you want to survive as a woman, this is the sort of place to learn." But I don't want to be a woman - I'm very happy being a man!" I called out but too late for she was already moving towards the bar. Glancing at the men still eyeing me up, I hurried after her and stayed close.