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Morals in High Office?
My first job after finishing university had me out of town a lot. I just needed a room to store my meagre chattels and a small bed for when I was in town. I answered a “roommate wanted” in the paper and met the house owner, Roy. In the interview, he mentioned that girls might be around once in a while, and I had to be OK with that. No problem. I moved in.
The first afternoon I was “home”, I was reading a book in the living room. Roy came home with a beautiful, well-dressed woman in her late 20’s.
Roy said, “Dave, this is Gerry.”
Gerry said, “Hi Dave.”
Then she and Roy trundled off to Roy’s bedroom and the stereo was turned on.
This kind of scene was repeated almost every day, in various ways. Roy brought many home well-dressed, beautiful women to his bedroom for a romp. When I did the math from what I saw, he probably had sex with 200 different women in one year. Anyone between 16 and 60 was OK, but no “ugly chicks”, no “fat chicks”. Roy was 39. I had a hard time believing that the world had that many “high class” women willing to partake in these casual affairs. If they were romping with Roy, they must have been romping with other men. My world view was that most of the women I knew were hard-to-get. But I was a klutz with the opposite…
