He stood up and walked toward me. I never realized quite how tall he was. I could smell his aftershave, feel the warmth of his breath on my face.
“Yes sir.”
“Are you going to play games with me? I don’t play games. If you’re going to go that way, you can go right back to the typing pool.”
“No sir. No games.”
“Back up a bit. Let me get a good look at you.”
I took a few steps back and stood up straight.
“How tall are you?”
“Five foot, eight.”
“In your bare feet?”
“Yes sir.”
“Take your shoes off. Let me see.”
I kicked off my pumps. Lewis looked me up and down.
“Turn around.”
I spun slowly in a circle.
“No, turn around so I can see you from behind.”
I spun around again, stopping so that Mr. Lewis could get a look at my backside. Not for the first time, I found myself wishing tha
