My coworkers in IT were so different from one another that they seemed almost like the characters in a play. Ginger, who had big teeth and was a bit on the pudgy side, was thirty-one and married. She took something of a liking to me, and we enjoyed a little playful banter at times. Still, I don’t think I did anything to suggest I had any sort of sexual interest in her—and certainly nothing to justify a couple of remarks she made to me around the office. She commented late one evening when we were both in the computer room: "I wonder what would happen if you had me laid out on this table and somebody walked in?" Huh?