"This is what she's been wearing everyshift. Trousers and a blouse. Who does she think she is?" Close and lock the door," Lyn told me, and hesitating,...dreading what wasto come, I did as I was told.Intimidated, feeling weak and small, I faced the powerful woman. "I'mdoing it. Just like you said. I'm dressing like a woman. Just like youasked." Like I told you," Lyn blustered, standing. She stepped from behind herdesk in her power-suit. "Subtle make-up. Nicely done, but barely there.Your. Enjoy your day and good luck in your sales call tomorrow.” By the next morning my schedule got twisted around again and so I didn’t really have a chance to use the book. I did get to look at the famous fish market and sort of envied those that could shop for such fresh products all year. I hurried on to my appointments, finished up my day, and returned to the hotel. I grabbed the tour book out of the back seat and headed up to my room. I knocked on room 407 and heard Jennifer sort of laugh. "Honey, this is a revelation!" Tad said, his enthusiasm almost overwhelming him. "I've got to have some of these!"Now I was shocked! "What? Don's not going to give you nude photographs of Louise!"Don laughed, and Tad blushed. "No, no, of course not," Tad said, finally. "I mean, I've already memorized them, Louise -- Jesus, they are so hot!... But Don's not going to give me any copies! No, Baby!... I meant pictures of you! Wonderful, incredible, sexy pictures -- like these -- of you!" So, in. It was humorous and shocking, but both the females were apparently enjoying the moment of film glory and displayed smiling faces. It was difficult to say if it was staged or merely a random shot of moral decay in high places.There was no way I could mention this story to the other jurors or to the female members of the defense or the prosecution without causing my dismissal as a juror for breaking the rules of watching the television or reading the newspaper with new stories about the crime.