The electric image of Ann's bobbling breasts bouncing along as she walked toward me when she emerged from the ladies room remained imprinted in my mind over the ensuing week. Why was this such a powerful image? I gues s because it was not within the range of my experience to have dealt with such overtly and aggressively sexual women. Sure by that time I had experienced a series of relationships and girlfriends. But they were all wit h relatively "normal" girls and women whose backgrounds were like mine and our sexual activity was behind closed doors. Ann's move seemed to bridge two worlds, injecting overt sexuality into the world of daily routine and the thought of that marriage was one which had a powerful impact on me.

The Thursday before Ann was to begin work, she called to confirm the details and timing of her arrival the next Monday. We discussed that she would spend the first few days trying to complete arrangements with the vendors and suppliers who were needed and that she would set up what was necessary to complete the hiring of the staff I needed. Our conversation was totally business- like and I was wondering whether I had let my judgment ab out work be clouded by Ann's actions the previous week. But I knew that no permanent, irretrievable commitments had been made and that if things did not work out with Ann, I would go back to square one and make a more conventional hire.

I was in the office the next Monday by 8:30-a half hour before Ann was expected and a little earlier than I would usually have arrived. I was anxious to see how things would go. Like clockwork, at 9:00 the door to the suite opened and there was Ann. Ann was wearing a light coat and was carrying a brown leather tote bag in addition to her pocketbook. After a quick hello, she went to the closet and removed and then hung up her coat. Her back was to me as she did this and my attention was certainly focussed on her. I saw that she was wearing a very dark brown leather skirt over hose and her top was a clingy sweater of a lightweight wool material. When she turned to face me it was more than evident that she was, again, braless. I heard her speak: "Look, Bob, I told you that I know what you want and what you need and you are not going to be unhappy that you have put me in charge of running your office."