I continued to be sexually harassed at my job. I dreaded being left alone with Mr. L. in the office. Mrs. L. was entering the office more often, unexpectedly, with a close eye on me and what I was doing. It was bad enough that when I was needed to work on unscheduled days, Mr. L. would show up at my front door instead of calling me on the telephone. Fortunately, my Mother usually answered the door, so he was unable to get to me in my home.
But I wasn't the only one being harassed by Mr. L. There was going to be an Air Show in Millington, and the Blue Angels were the stars of the show. They arrived and checked into the Rip Van Winkle Motel. Unfortunately, they brought women with them.
After they checked in, Mr. L. watched their room closely. He became quite agitated that the Blue Angel pilots had girls in there rooms whom he believed were not their wives. After watching for several hours, he and Mrs. L. talked it over and they decided they wanted to find out if the women were wives or girl toys. I was ordered to go and knock on the door and find out if the women were married to the Blue Angel pilots.
I was a very naive 18 year old, but I dutifully marched over to the motel room of the pilots, dreading what I was supposed to do. I knocked loudly on the door. There was silence. I knocked again, still silence. I knocked a third time, and finally the door opened slightly, and a man peeped his head out from the slight opening. "Yes?", he inquired. "The management wants to know if the lady you are with is your wife?", I asked, fidgeting as the words left my mouth. "Yes, we're married.", the Blue Angel stated. I said "Thank you", and turned around and marched back to the office.
"They're married.", I exclaimed when I returned to the office. "Did you ask for identification from both of them?", Mr. L. asked. I was horrified. "No.", I replied. "Then go back and ask to see some identification to make sure they are married!", Mr. L. shouted at me.
I slowly walked back to the room and reluctantly knocked on the door again. This time the Angel pilot answered after the first knock. When he opened the door, he was buttoning the top button on his pants, his shirt was on, but still unbuttoned. "The management asked to me to check both of your identification cards to verify you are actually married.", I informed him. He asked me to wait a minute, and closed the door. After a minute, he came back and showed me two identification cards. I glanced at them both without seeing either. I was very embarrassed. "Thank you.", I told him, and headed back to the office.
Once I arrived back at the office I informed Mr. L. that they were married. I hadn't seen the ID cards, I was so embarrassed, but I didn't want to have to go back to that room and say anything more. Mr. and Mrs. L. didn't seem to believe me, but they didn't say too much except "I can't believe they are married".
Within 15 minutes, all of the Blue Angels checked out of their rooms. Mr. and Mrs. L. were very smug. They thought they had prevented promiscuity in their motel.