Please, have a seat.
I'm sorry to have to interrupt you but this is a very serious matter.
There's no easy way to tell you this so, I'll just tell you.
You've been accused of sexual harassment by a female who's name shall remain anonymous.
Please, keep in mind that this can mean many things and what you say and how you feel is very important.
Let me read to you what she said:
He makes me feel uncomfortable with his eyes. He looks me up and down and his eyes linger where it makes me feel uncomfortable.
What Do You Have to Say? by Alden Bugly Copyright © Alden Bugly 1996
Come in.
...'Lovely,' she said with enthusiasm.
Sometimes it was hell to conceal her impatience over the male of the species' general ineptness, and Lane's in particular. It reminded her of a rainy night in New York, just after theatre when Lane, with a suspicious excess of curbside charity, had let that horrible man in the dinner jacket take that taxi away from him. She hadn't especially minded that--that is, God, it would be awful to have to be a man and have to get taxis in the rain but she remembered Lane's really horrible, hostile look at her as he reported back to the curb. Now, feeling oddly guilty as she thought about that and other things, she gave Lane's arm a special pressure of simulated affection. The two of them got into a cab.
The navy-blue bag with the white leather binding went up front with the driver.
'We'll drop your bag and stuff where you're staying--just chuck them in the door--and then we'll go get some lunch,' Lane said. 'I'm starved.'
He leaned forward and gave an address to the driver.
'Oh, it's lovely to see you!' Franny said as the cab moved off. 'I've missed you.
The words were no sooner out than she realized that she didn't mean them at all.
Again with guilt, she took Lane's hand and tightly, warmly laced fingers with him.
FRANNY AND ZOOEY by J.D. Salinger Copyright © 1955, 1957, 1961 by J.D. Salinger; Little, Brown and Company Edition; pps. 9-10.Picasso Facing Death.
