It was a play about the trauma of rape, which was being performed at the theatre where Jocelyn was working during the summer, and it was particularly difficult given the circumstances.
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You're thinking it over Archie and George. I will gladly give my breasts over to you for whatever purpose you choose. George, you would wear them on the odd days. Archie, on the evens and I'd be free to get back to work, to get back to sleep at night, to end the constant and unrelenting fondling.
I saw that play like 500 times because that was the play that was being produced the summer I was there, like the worst summer of my life.
And so it was really, um, no, it's just so complicated and ridiculous because I basically had to watch a play about a woman who was raped confronting her rapist.
Nobody planned it, Margie. It just happened. Honest to God. I mean, well, boys are always talking about wanting to do it with this one or that one. And everybody was always saying they'd love to do it with you because you were, well, beautiful, but nobody really meant it jumping.
It's just when George here, well, started, everybody wanted to, to everybody liked you. You liked me, Arch? I did a lot. And that's how you showed me you liked me? I was strict out at first. I was. Otherwise, Margie, the first words you would have heard whispered in your ear would have been, I love you because I did. And I do. I do still, Mark.