Getting The Breaks
It was getting ridiculous. It didn’t seem to matter what I said, how I dressed, or how suggestively I behaved. I simply couldn’t get a rise out of him. For nearly a year I’d done everything I could think of short of pulling down his pants. He acted as if I were just one more male colleague. Oh, he was polite, even friendly. He’d listen forever to anything I cared to talk about. And he was helpful to a fault. But I wanted more than anything to see that courteous, attentive expression tinged with...