from Marlon Brando' Secretary Nancy Peardon' book
“Good morning, Nancy,” he began and patted the cushion next to him, indicating he wanted me to sit there. He stared at me, smiling, gray-blue eyes “Show me your tits,” he said, completely out of the blue. I started to laugh “Why are you laughing?” he continued, quite seriously. “There’s nothing funny about it. Come on. Show me your tits, Nancy. I wanna see them.” I didn’t know what to say. I was frozen. Embarrassed. My face blushed. “You’re blushing,” he said, sounding surprised. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Feeling shy, I looked straight ahead without focusing on anything and proceeded to accommodate Marlon’s strange request. He stayed seated right next to me, watching me as I unbuttoned the big black buttons on my daisy print blouse.
“You have beautiful tits, Nancy. You always will.” He was smiling and seemed pleased that I’d accommodated his request. “Thank you. You can put your top back on now.”
“Now show me your asshole,” he said, quite seriously.“No!” I snapped, sounding horrified. If his first request seemed daunting, this request was truly over the top., “Why don’t you show me yours?” “Okay,” he said. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” “I’ll count to three and we can do it together, at the same time. Let’s go. On three,” Marlon said, standing up, turning around, tucking his thumbs into his pants at both sides of his hips, readying himself to pull them down. “One, two, three…” I stood there in obvious discomfort, staring at him in disbelief. He stayed bent over, looking over his left shoulder at me, waiting for a few moments, and then he burst out laughing. To my great relief, he decided not to pull his pants down after all.
“I’ve got to go visit a friend now, Nancy. But before I go, I’d like you to come out to the car with me and see if you can reset the cd player in the trunk of the car. Miko bought me this cd player, and it’s not working. He told me there’s a black reset button on the cd player, and you have to push that reset button to fix it.”
“Sure,” I said, relieved this horseplay was over, Once outside in the driveway, he popped open the trunk of his black Lincoln Town car. He pointed to a small black box located in the back of his trunk, installed up behind the trunk lid. He told me to feel for the reset button on the back of the box. I couldn’t reach it even with my arm fully extended. “You won’t be able to reach it, darling. You’ll have to get in there,” he instructed. “I’ve tried to do it. But I’m too fat to get in there.”
“Okay,” I said, Marlon gave me his hand to help me as I climbed inside the trunk. I began to feel all around the sides and the back, the top and the bottom, every part of that little black box for the damn reset button, but I couldn’t find it. In the precise moment I realized there wasn’t a reset switch, I felt my shoes being tossed into the trunk next to me and the trunk lid slammed shut. “Marlon, no! Open it, please,” I begged.
I felt the weight of his 285 lb. body getting into the driver’s seat, heard the car door slamming shut and heard the engine turning over. “Fuck!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Goddamn it, Marlon! This isn’t funny! Are you fucking crazy? Let me out of here! Open the trunk!” I banged with one hand on the trunk lid and tried to kick it with my foot. But it was no use.
I was horrified to think he might even keep me in the trunk while he went to visit his friend....., the instant I heard the car engine stop. The trunk stopped vibrating, stopped humming, fell to absolute stillness. The trunk lid popped open...., I stared at him sitting behind the wheel of the driver’s seat. Marlon said nothing but was grinning from ear to ear, seemingly quite delighted. “Did you enjoy that?” I asked, utterly bewildered, trying desperately to understand the dynamics at play here. “Yeah,” he answered, brightly, as if everything was just peachy-keen between us. “We had a most pleasant and enjoyable afternoon.” I stood there in shock and said nothing.