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Thursday, February 19, 2015

Letters to the Editor

The Globe and Mail
444 Front St W
Toronto ON M5V 2S9
To the editor,
Re Anti-corruption rules harming the economy, coalition says, Feb. 19,
2015:
Why did I stay for this party, Ms. Nada thought nervously, nursing her Seven
and Seven while casting a glance about the familiar office setting again.
Caas she was known to her friendswas both petite and picturesque, and
did little to discourage this impression by adding a touch of risqu, setting off
her black pinstripe business jacket with matching skirt covering a no nonsense
white blouse, with Ruby-Glo luscious red lips. What could happen, she had
thought gaily, as she had got ready this morning for this late Friday afternoon-early evening soiree that her company had arranged, in order to enable its
executives to meet some prospective clients.
As she looked down at her glass to check how much of the gin and tonic
remained, she thought she overheard someone say, Show us your tits! but
when she looked up over the rim, there was no indication by anyone that this
had been voiced.
A stranger walked up to her, insistently smiling. She instinctively returned a
small smile by way of reply, seeking icebreaking solace by taking a hesitant
sip. The fumes of the gin were heady.
So, Ms. Nada said the smiling stranger, after peering closely at her nametag,
what do you think of the revamping of the anti-corruption business laws so
that convicted-felon companies are eligible? Still smiling, he airily toasted
her with his own cocktail, gulping at it. His other hand was bunched in one of
his jacket pockets.
Ca felt a little confused, and looked away briefly, as if searching for a clue as
to how to she could answer this question neutrally without her compromising

her integrity. Naturally, Id be suspicious of .any agent acting on behalf of a

company having a criminal reputation. She looked back at the anonymous
suit, who was missing a nametag, and now his other formerly hidden hand was
no longer in his jacket pocket. She didnt know why, but she suddenly began
to feel lightheaded.
Still smiling, the impeccably coifed strangeras if knowing in advance what
would happencaught her as she started to pass out. She was in some kind of
unreal delirium, and barely felt it as he turned her and deposited her face down
on the desk behind her. She heard him get up and close the door to her office.
Barely conscious and unable to move, she heard his returning footsteps. As
she started to lose consciousness completely at the sheer horror of it, she felt
her skirt being lifted and her panties being pulled down to her mid-thigh. Then
she heard his zipper.
She thought she heard him say, Its alright. Its the economy
She blacked out.
Yours truly,
Rolf Auer
(613) 617-9293