![]() I was certain he could discern, with his pornographer’s X-ray vision, that I was still a virgin. The editor in chief looked me over as if I were Snow White fluttering into his den of perversity. ![]() My first day, I wore a pressed skirt and blouse, though when I emerged from the elevator into a corridor hung with framed posters of naked Pets on Bob Guccione’s knee, I wondered whether the dress code was nothing at all. He’d drop me off at the Penthouse offices on Broadway and then head crosstown to his upstanding job at the United Nations. Every morning, my father and I would commute together from suburban Long Island.
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