Linda Tomson, a statuesque twenty-two-year-old brunette just graduated from Vassar, felt on top of the world. She'd landed a job with a popular national magazine, "Scene," and her new boss was taking her out to dinner.
Glen Parsons, assistant editor of "Scene," was a handsome blond man in his early forties, recently divorced. Over dinner and cocktails Linda couldn't help eyeing him. Perhaps Glen might be part of her bright future, along with her new job. She hadn't had much time to date in college, but now she intended to make up for lost time.
As Linda and Glen were leaving the restaurant, Glen smiled at her and said, "Well just drop by my apartment for a nightcap."
Linda reddened and said, "Thank you, Glen, but I couldn't do that. I just don't think it's right."
Glen looked at her with a mixture of amusement and impatience. Linda didn't know what to do. She'd been brought up by rather strict and religious parents, and she knew they wouldn't approve of their virgin daughter going to a man s apartment so late at night. But she didn't want to make Glen angry, either.
Glen solved the dilemma by taking her hand and steering her over to his car. "Don't be silly," he said with a friendly grin. "I'm not going to rape you. I'm just going to give you a martini."
Linda knew she should refuse to go with him, but she was afraid of angering him and losing her wonderful new job. She felt nervous and shy as they entered his expensively furnished bachelor apartment. She told herself not to be ridiculous, that Glen was a decent and mature man. But she couldn't help feeling uneasy as they sat beside each other on the sofa and sipped their drinks.
"I hope you're going to enjoy working with us, Linda," Glen said.
Linda brightened and said, "Oh, I know I will, Glen. This is the job of my dreams. I've always wanted to work on a magazine."
"I'm sure you'll do very well," Glen said, "as soon as you learn the rules of the game."