She had one skill. She pleased middle-aged men. They felt young in her presence. She knew, instinctively, what to say
to make them happy. They in turn wanted
only to make her happy.
Her one skill got her the job as Big
Daddy’s administrative assistant. She
would get him coffee in the morning
and buy him the morning papers. She
rubbed his neck when he was tired and
sharpened his pencils. Every Tuesday and
Thursday afternoon she and Big Daddy
would visit a local hotel. Big Daddy paid
her twice the salary he paid his profes-
sional secretary. He also gave her a Mer-
cedes Benz 500SL automobile and put the
Mercedes title in her name. At age 18 she
owned a $90,000 automobile and earned
$110,000 a year. She lived comfortably in
a two-bedroom apartment in Cambridge.
She was happy and so was Big Daddy.
Every night Big Daddy went home to
his wife and four children he had no intention of leaving. She went to her house
and became lonely.
Cambridge is a college town. She would
go out to local restaurants and sit around
the bar and get to know the local col-
lege boys. She did not understand their
discussions, but she knew how to make
them happy. When Big Daddy would go
away on a business trip, she became very
lonely and sometimes took a college boy
home with her.
She fell in love with a poor college boy.
Even after he graduated he could not get
a job as good as hers. She knew she had to
keep Big Daddy happy or she would lose
the luxuries she enjoyed.
She told the college boy her concerns
one night as they cuddled in bed. He suggested they drive the Mercedes to Mexico, sell it and then report it stolen. With
the money she received from the sale of
the car added to the money from the insurance company, they could move to San
Francisco and start a new life. The plan
The next weekend they drove to El Gato,
Mexico and sold the Mercedes for $50,000.
The used car dealer gave them cash. When
they got back to Cambridge, the college
boy told her what to tell the police then
went back to his Harvard dormitory room.
Sweet Daddy’s Mercedes
She was eighteen and beautiful. Young men chased her. Old men drooled. Middle-aged men bought her presents. She graduated from high school with a solid C-minus average. She read on
a sixth-grade level. She had a limited vocabulary and no employable
skills. She could type 10 words a minute using one finger on each
hand. Photocopy machines hated her. E-mail was an enigma.