I called his phones on more than one occasion and when he never responded, I went by his office. He had taken the day off so I went to his house. He d...dn’t answer the door until I knocked incessantly and when he opened it, he wasn’t too happy to see me. We stared at each other for several minutes before he finally stood back and allowed me entrance. I sat in his earth tone decorated kitchen, drawing circles on the once clean, transparent glass of his table now smudged with my finger prints. I. She heard the audience sniggering, someone shouted but she didn't catch thewords. Then the man waved something in front of her face. It was a wooden peppergrinder, the sort that waiters twist over your dinner; it was as thick as amans wrist and about two feet long. For a moment she was puzzled; what washe doing with that? Then, as realisation hit her, the audience guffawed asthe look of horror spread over her lovely face. "Oh no!" She cried, please don't do that to me!" Jill had never had. There were a bunch of other girls there, and you guys made so much noise I was afraid that the neighbors would complain. Then it got very quiet, suddenly. I was curious. I went to Chrissy’s door and peeked in.I felt a sudden rush of excited shame. I knew exactly what he was going to say next.“All of you girls were topless and had your hands in your panties.”“Marnie talked us into trying something,” I whispered.“The look on your face was something I’ll never forget,” he said. “You were in. Why can’t you see that?” I was out of breath, for some reason I though if I spoke fast enough, she might actually listen; but like always whatever I said enter through one ear and exited through the other. I sat there for another half hour listening to her put herself down, cry, mumble, and just run around in circles about the same things… My head was starting to hurt, and after years of hearing her complain about “guys” I had enough. I got up walked over to her, grabbed.