Sep. 21, 2018


From my book: This chapter takes place shortly after the divorce when I moved from Pine Bluff to Little Rock, Arkansas. Earlier in the chapter, I talked in very descriptive terms about being sexually-harassed by my boss, Lee Reaves, the Director of Arkansas Educational Television. When I objected publically--I was fired.

In the early seventies, a single working mother, like me, was often “hit on” by men, both at work and in social situations. Most were married men. I learned to expect the “hits” and-- trained to be a "pleaser" since childhood--I tried not to hurt feelings or damage professional relationships. Every invitation to “screw around” or enjoy an “afternoon delight”.... felt personal, like a direct affront. The very idea that a married man (they were always married) wanted to have sex with me, a new divorcee, was not a compliment but rather, a “putdown.” The Lee Reaves ordeal clearly demonstrated that I… many women in my situation….could be pushed too-far.

It was 1975 and I was speaking to Little Rock’s Rotary Club about the role of a single mother in the workplace. Of course, those were the days when women were new-at-the-game of business; women hadn't reach the point where they were treated equally or fairly in the workplace. My talk was informative, based on my observations and personal experience, and I kept it somewhat light. I made it a point to encourage every boss and manager….to keep a strictly-professional relationship with all employees, especially women.

Newly divorced, forced to work while raising two children, I didn’t have enough confidence at that time to speak-out strongly about "9-5" sexual harassment or sexual pressure but...I quickly learned.

When the meeting adjourned, almost every member walked up to shake hands and say nice things about my talk. I was feeling good about my remarks, rewarded for my efforts--- when a nice-looking, well-dressed and distinguished-looking gentleman extended his hand and introduced himself as Bill, the CEO of Savers Federal. He leaned in close as he put his business card in my hand and whispered, “You are lovely. I will be waiting for you tomorrow at 2pm with a Very Big Surprise. The details are written on the back of my card and I promise--- you won’t be disappointed. ” Somewhat confused, I kept smiling, put his card in my pocket, and proceeded to greet the next person in line.

Later, I pulled the card out to look at it. It was an impressive card, engraved rather than printed. Turning it over, I saw the handwritten words: CAMELOT INN, ROOM 227. 'I can hardly wait until tomorrow at 2pm…. Affectionately, Bill." So Bill kept a room at the Camelot for “entertainment” purposes. Apparently, I was tomorrow’s featured entertainer. What an arrogant jackass! He acted like he was doing me a favor!!!!

I called an acquaintance that had always lived in Little Rock and asked about Bill. I didn’t go into details but simply mentioned meeting him at Rotary Club. In response, I heard glowing remarks about Bill’s wealth; his popularity as President of the Little Rock Country Club; his highly successful business ventures; and, about his recent high-profile marriage to his second wife---so loved by Little Rock Society. I’d heard enough.

The next morning I waited until 1pm to call Bill’s home. A woman, sounding extremely energized, answered the phone. In respond to my request to speak with Bill’s wife, she gushed: “I’m Bill’s wife!” I didn’t give my name; I simply said “Your husband invited me to join him at two o’clock this afternoon at the Camelot Inn---room 227 ….for sex. I didn’t decline his invitation so he will be expecting me. From one woman to another, I think it would be appropriate for you to knock on the door of room 227….at 2pm….and surprise him, don’t you?

Her voice, suddenly flat, like someone had let the air out of her tires, quietly asked: “Is this a joke?” I responded: “My dear, as the former wife of a cheating husband, I don’t consider infidelity a joking matter.” She uttered a weak “thank you” before hanging up.

Later, I learned that the new wife had been Bill’s girlfriend during his first marriage.

I’d bet money,  the new wife visited the Camelot Inn-- room 227-- at 2pm.

Sally Miller

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17.10 | 01:42

I miss being Facebook friends with you! Hope you are well and happy.

Tammy Brookover Jay

15.10 | 01:28

Love all of this. I'm so lucky to be your neighbor,

30.08 | 16:26

Sally, my friend, I love your writings and sometimes they make me cry and then smile. I love you as if I had known you all my life. God Bless you each and every day in all you do.

29.08 | 19:19

Lol, I loved reading this story! As a female that dated a couple men with Harleys, I totally understand and met Harley Guy myself, many times over!
I hope you get your 3wheels someday soon!

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