She and I laughed about the craziness of his antics, but we weren’t about to throw cautionto the wind, and we sometimes resorted to communicating with each other by writing notes back and forth and then shredding them immediately after reading them. Alice Marchak, who knew Marlon better than most, considering she’d worked for him twenty-five years, decided his eavesdropping was certainly very possible. ""This may sound crazy but, in time, a few other people who’d also worked for him offered convincing evidence that he had more than likely eavesdropped on their private conversations. “We had a most pleasant and enjoyable afternoon.” I stood there in shock and said nothing. “Yeah,” he answered, brightly, as if everything was just peachy-keen between us. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked, utterly bewildered, trying desperately to understand the dynamics at play here. Marlon said nothing but was grinning from ear to ear, seemingly quite delighted.
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The trunk lid popped open., I stared at him sitting behind the wheel of the driver’s seat. The trunk stopped vibrating, stopped humming, fell to absolute stillness. I was horrified to think he might even keep me in the trunk while he went to visit his friend., the instant I heard the car engine stop. “Goddamn it, Marlon! This isn’t funny! Are you fucking crazy? Let me out of here! Open the trunk!” I banged with one hand on the trunk lid and tried to kick it with my foot. “Fuck!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. body getting into the driver’s seat, heard the car door slamming shut and heard the engine turning over. In the precise moment I realized there wasn’t a reset switch, I felt my shoes being tossed into the trunk next to me and the trunk lid slammed shut. I began to feel all around the sides and the back, the top and the bottom, every part of that little black box for the damn reset button, but I couldn’t find it. “Okay,” I said, Marlon gave me his hand to help me as I climbed inside the trunk. You’ll have to get in there,” he instructed. I couldn’t reach it even with my arm fully extended. He told me to feel for the reset button on the back of the box. He pointed to a small black box located in the back of his trunk, installed up behind the trunk lid. “Sure,” I said, relieved this horseplay was over, Once outside in the driveway, he popped open the trunk of his black Lincoln Town car. He told me there’s a black reset button on the cd player, and you have to push that reset button to fix it.” Miko bought me this cd player, and it’s not working. But before I go, I’d like you to come out to the car with me and see if you can reset the cd player in the trunk of the car. “I’ve got to go visit a friend now, Nancy. To my great relief, he decided not to pull his pants down after all. He stayed bent over, looking over his left shoulder at me, waiting for a few moments, and then he burst out laughing. “One, two, three…” I stood there in obvious discomfort, staring at him in disbelief.
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On three,” Marlon said, standing up, turning around, tucking his thumbs into his pants at both sides of his hips, readying himself to pull them down. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” “I’ll count to three and we can do it together, at the same time. If his first request seemed daunting, this request was truly over the top., “Why don’t you show me yours?” “Okay,” he said. “Now show me your asshole,” he said, quite seriously.“No!” I snapped, sounding horrified. You always will.” He was smiling and seemed pleased that I’d accommodated his request. He stayed seated right next to me, watching me as I unbuttoned the big black buttons on my daisy print blouse. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Feeling shy, I looked straight ahead without focusing on anything and proceeded to accommodate Marlon’s strange request. “You’re blushing,” he said, sounding surprised. I wanna see them.” I didn’t know what to say. I started to laugh “Why are you laughing?” he continued, quite seriously. He stared at me, smiling, gray-blue eyes “Show me your tits,” he said, completely out of the blue. “Good morning, Nancy,” he began and patted the cushion next to him, indicating he wanted me to sit there. From Marlon Brando' Secretary Nancy Peardon' book