I wondered if I was being sued, and if so, for what. Theenvelope contained a handwritten note and Cynthia Jacobs' business card.She asked that I call ...her. Interesting, I thought. In this day of electronic everything, why wouldsomeone send a letter? She might have old-world manners, or maybe someonehad beaten Amy Vanderbilt's "Complete Book of Etiquette" into her head.I waited ten days before I called her. I had hoped that maybe she hadforgotten about the whole thing.I had spent some time. The only problem I had was finding a subtle way of letting him know it too, making sure I left an opening as an excuse to say I was joking in case he didnt have it in him to cheat on his wife. I asked him to pour another shot, we toasted naked strangers stranded a hundred miles from home. As I tipped my head back to down the shot I let the blanket fall completely to the floor. I acted like I was scrambling to pick it up, pretending to be embarrassed, I then stumbled down to the floor, naked. I didn’t mind because I had found my place and I was comfortable with where I was. I was 20 and after my second year in college, I decided to stay for the summer and take additional classes hoping that I might graduate early and start working in my father’s business. As I matured physically, my golf game improved to the point where I was a consistent player who shot in the low 80’s. I was playing with a couple of the teachers in late May and mentioned that I was staying for summer school. One. He said, “Turn around.”Claudia turned around. When she was once again facing him, he said, “You’re a very attractive woman.”“Thank you,” Claudia said. She had felt like a piece of meat.“That is a problem.”“It is?” Claudia asked. No one had ever told her that being attractive was a problem.“Yes, it is. It would have been better if you were plain looking,” Magus said.“Really?”“Will you wait in the reception area while I investigate what to do about your situation?” Magus said.“Can you help me?”.