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His manager told him to get back and sell him their
maintenance package for the car, while he had the finance
officer check with the bank.
     "When you finish on the maintenance package sale, take
him to finance.  They'll discuss our finance package,
extended warrantee and insurance.  Be sure and get a
financial statement from him.  Now move it."
     "Do we need a financial statement when he is paying
Cash?  He wants the car right now."
       "We may be able to talk him into financing the car.
Now do what you are told!"
     Strut returned to the small office.
     "It'll be just a few minutes, Mr. Carpenter.  I'll show
you our excellent maintenance package that we have available
for our customers.  You won't have to worry about all of the
normal maintenance cost, and it will assure that you have
the proper protection under your warrantee."
     "I'll take it.  Just get me that car and let me out of
here."
     "Fine.  Can I get some personal information from you
for our finance department, so that they can process
everything?"
    "Look, I am not financing the car.  I am paying cash.  I
don't have time to play games.  Either you get me going in
that car, or I'll call a taxi and buy a car someplace else."
    Strut hurried to his manager.
     "He won't make out a financial statement.  He says he
is paying cash.  He purchased the maintenance plan, but said
if he can't get the car now, he is calling a taxi to go to
another dealer.  He's really in a hurry."
     "We have his check, and we are going to have a shot at
selling our finance and warrantee package.  Get him to the
finance office."
     Strut managed to get Bob Carpenter into the finance
office, where he promptly purchased the extended warrantee
program, but refused to discuss financing the car with them.
Strut had the car ready for his customer, and wished him a
nice weekend.
     "It should be sensational.  Diana promised me a
fantastic weekend in Chicago.  She wants to get her wardrobe
for the fall there."
     As Bob Carpenter roared out of the agency, Strut mused
that Diana planned a fantastic weekend draining his bank
account dry.
     Strut calculated his commission on the sale.  It was
unusual to sell a car for full list price.  His commission
was based upon the difference between the selling price and
the invoice price less various charges.  He should also
receive a generous commission for selling the maintenance
plan and an additional commission for the purchases Mr.
Carpenter made in the finance office.  If every day was like
this, he would have a good financial reserve.  He was also
one step closer to his company car.
     The other salesmen were quick to meet any prospect that
came into the agency.  He was beginning to understand that
you had to be aggressive to meet the customers before they
got in the door.  He spotted a lady and a younger woman
getting out of their car.  He didn't run to their car, but
he moved quicker than his fellow vultures.  The younger lady
was first to speak.
     "My mother is looking for some basic transportation
that is comfortable and economical."
     "I am sure that we can find a car that will meet your
needs.  Do any of these cars out in front interest you?"
     The older woman seemed to be short of breath as she
spoke.
     "Is this blue one expensive?    
       "It is an especially good value.  Let me show you
some of its features.  I think you will find that it may
meet your needs."
     Strut walked them around the car pointing out the
features of the vehicle.  When they had returned to the
driver's door he opened it and said, "Try out the drivers
seat."
     The woman had been breathing harder and harder during
the presentation.  As she stepped forward to enter the car,
she fell to the ground.
     "Oh mother!  What is it?"
     "I'm all right.  It must be the heat."
     The woman was now getting up with Strut's assistance.   
     "I am taking you to the doctor.  Could you help us to
our car?"
     "Strut helped the lady to the car, and wished them well
as the drove off."
    As soon as Strut returned to the sales room, the public
address system was sounding a request for him to go to Mr.
Agina's office.  
     Strut had only met Mr. Agina briefly during his
training session.  At that time he was rather boring in his
presentation of the proper way to get a financial statement
from the customers.
     The volume and emotion with which Mr. Agina spoke,
alarmed Strut.
     "What kind of an idiot are you?  You not only let those
customers leave without a T.O., but you helped them into
their car."
     "The lady became very ill, and her daughter was taking
her to the doctor."
     "I don't give a fuck if she were dead.  You T.O. your
customers before they leave here."
     Agina had a pen in his hand and threw it across the
room as he made his final statement.
     "Don't ever argue with me.  You will never win.  Now,
idiot, you learn how to treat a customer.  If I see you
letting a customer go without a T.O. again, I personally
kick your ass out of this store.  Get out may office and
sell some cars."
     Strut had received all of the commands he could take
from Jo.  This fuming little monster was not going to treat
him like that.  He turned walked to the door, looked back at
Agina, and said, "Go to hell!"
     Strut walked to his cubical, and picked up everything
that was his, including copies of the one and only sale that
he had made.  He was so angry that he spoke to no one.  He
got into his car and drove to the freeway.  He took his
frustration out on the accelerator.  After about twenty
miles, he began to cool down.  He reduced his speed. 
Without a job, he did not want to pay any fines.
     It was early evening, when he returned from his drive
to nowhere.  He stopped at a fast food restaurant and got
some food to take home.  He wanted to talk to someone about
Agina.  He decided to see Jo.  She had told him about
Agina's abusive manner.  He was not going there for her sex. 
He certainly was not going to tolerate any orders from
anyone.
     When Jo opened her door, she was wearing a man's shirt,
and obviously nothing else.  As soon as he was inside the
door, she gave him her usual passionate kiss.
     "I heard about you and Agina.  I like a man who stands
up to other men."
     Her hands were busy undressing him as she spoke.
     "I can tell your upset, Johnny.  You do what I tell you
and you'll feel better.  We'll work everything out."
     She was working something out of him.
     "Tell me you want to fell better."
     "I feel all right. I wanted to find out more about
Agina."
     "Johnny, you came here because I told you to, and for
this.  I'll make you fell good.  Now tell me you'll do what
I say."
     Her hands were more persistent.
     "Tell me, Johnny!"
     "OK I'll do what you say."
     She led him to the bedroom.  Her exotic, repulsive
demands became more and more forceful.  Strut finally
rejected them in an explosion of driving sexual attacks.  He
vent his anger and sexual frustration to the delight of his
bed partner.
    Each time he left her house, he received a more forceful
command to return.  Each time he vowed never to return. 
Every night that summer he broke his vow.
     Strut took a menial job for the summer.  When school
started in the fall, Strut was able to avoid Jo most of the
time.  He was covered up with his studies.  Pre-law was
nothing like this.  His work load kept him busy most of the
time.
     He had dates with coeds close to his own age, and
developed some lasting friendships with other students.  He
and two male students, one in Law School and the other in
Business school became close friends.  
     During the next two years, he managed to do well at his
studies, and get summer jobs as a law clerk in a top law
firm in Indianapolis.  This helped him to break his
relationship with Jo.  Each time he had a serious problem or
was under stress, he would see her.  It was like an
alcoholic turning to the bottle to help solve his problems.
He never forgot the raging Agina.  He put his own rage away
in a corner of his mind.  It would simmer there for years.
     Strut watched his best friend, R. C. Roberts, go
through the pain of quitting smoking.  Roberts described how
all of the nicotine receptors in his mouth would burn and
ache for another dose of the poison from a cigarette.  He
tried to give it up for months, and after a bout with the
flue he was able to stop.  Roberts confessed that when he
was board or under stress he would ache for one.  He would
tell himself he was an intelligent person, not a sucker who
destroyed himself to make others rich.  Strut compared his
friend's ordeal with his own struggle to give up Jo.  He
never told any of his friends about Jo.  It made it more
forbidden and more exciting to have it secret.  Both he and
his friend escaped from their addiction just before the last
year of school.   
     In Strut's last year of law school his emotions were
centered in another direction.  He met a girl that
completely captivated him.  His hormones were taking control
of his entire life.  So was Patty Dombroski.  He decided the
only way he could get himself under control was to marry
her.  He did not turn to Jo for escape from this problem. 
He looked at Patty as his escape from Jo.
     Roberts warned him that Patty was on the rebound, and
told him of her affair with Bob Carpenter and its disastrous
end.  The details of this miss-adventure only increased
Strut's lust for Patty.  Strut knew that a wife would give
him some stability in life.
     He had a strong ambition to do well, but his sex drive
was stronger.  He had known Patty for only a few months. She
not only satisfied his lust, but pushed him to be an
achiever.  She made sure that he kept up his work as well as
draining him of the last drop of desire.  She seemed the
ideal wife.
     Roberts, who was some what of a busy body, had served
some time in the army before entering the university and was
five years his senior.  Strut now wished he had listened
more seriously to what his friend had to say.  He could hear
Roberts giving him the fatherly advice now.
     "John, think twice about Patty.  I know she is a
beauty, but every one knows what she did to Bob Carpenter. 
I would hate to see you meet the same fate."
     "He's just talking sour grapes."
     "Maybe, but Bob's old man got in the sack with her. 
That cost him a bundle, and nearly sent Bob around the
bend."
     "I'm from Indianapolis too.  Its public knowledge what
a dirty old man Doctor Carpenter is.  He's in constant
trouble with young women.  You have to admit Patty is very
sexy and the old dog got out of control."
     "It takes two to tango, John."
     "Forget it Roberts.  She's right for me."
     "O.K. John, I just felt I should say something.  I'll
never say another word about it."
     Patty was the oldest daughter of a large family in Gary
Indiana.  Her father was many of the first generation Polish
steel workers who worked in the once teaming mills along the
shores of Lake Michigan.  He drank up and gambled away most
of his pay check.
     He abused his wife and children out of frustration with
his life.  Patty's mother repeated the story over and over
of how she could have married a doctor and had a fine life,
but she married for love instead, and ruined her life. 
Patty had to work to buy any clothes that were not cast offs
from her more affluent cousins.  After the age of nine, she
had to do all of the housework.  She swore to herself that
she would not make the same mistake as her mother.
     Patty made her escape from her family via a scholarship
to Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana.  Her mother
was unhappy to lose her house keeper.  She reminded Patty
that Indiana University, in addition to being the state
university for law and a host of other subjects, was the
state's largest medical school.  She admonished her daughter
to find a doctor.
     "You can fall for a doctor as easily as any bum."  Was
her motherly advice.
     Patty made an effort to find her doctor.  She found her
catch in Robert Carpenter from Indianapolis.  He came from a
medical family.  He was a B.M.O.C.  A Big Man On Campus.  He
was active in fraternity, and all other social life on
campus.  Patty was a sensuous looking woman, but still had a
stylish appeal about her.  She worked hard to bringing class
to her earthy sex appeal.
     She made herself a woman that Robert could be proud of
in her looks and style with his piers, but when they were
alone, Patty probed every facet of the sexual menu.  Patty
finally discovered a slight crack in his doorway to sexual
fantasy.  As it was some what perverse, she made it even
more exciting to him as she encouraged him down its
forbidden path.  Step by step she led him on each night
until all other sex was unsatisfying.  He would do anything
to meet her demands.
     Patty liked the social life on campus, but was more
interested in keeping Robert to herself and seeing that he
kept up with his studies.  Robert moved more and more away
from his old crowd, determined to marry Patty.
     At Thanksgiving break he asked her to come home with
him to meet his parents.  Patty happily agreed, but insisted
that they could not have sex while they were at his parents.
She wanted to have the respect of his parents.  Robert
grudgingly agreed during an evening with Patty when she gave
                            

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