What can YOU say in six sentences?
He had a penchant for pale purple shirts. ‘Lilac’ maybe, or the longer-drawled, elderly ‘mauve’, pinstriped with white. Smoked unpleasantly-reeking thin brown cigars under a crayon-drawn black cad moustache. Fancied himself, you could tell, when he walked round the office, handing out work to the typists.
Along with the letters he gave me, he said ‘I bet the sparks fly when you undress in the dark’, causing my colleague to say I could claim it was sexual harassment.
‘Oh no,’ I replied, ‘merely scientific enquiry as to tight-clinging dresses, nylon petticoats and the nature of static electricity.’