I was a 26 year old administrative assistant and I had just transferred with my company to a location near Memphis. I answered an ad at a beautiful estate to rent a tiny guesthouse. The seemingly sweet seventy-something owner/widow rented the guesthouse to me and employed me as a backup to help out on 3-4 times a week with housekeeping staff (I really needed the extra money to get a decent running car). She hands me a 6 month rental & work agreement. There is a clause in the agreement stating “No male (family or friend) shall ever enter the property house or guesthouse”. A little alarmed, I asked her about the clause. The widow became agitated and asks me why I would even question the agreement. I told her that I was close to my grandfather and my best friend for the last 14 years was also male. I told her that would be fine that they could just stay at the Holiday Inn when they visited. The widow shook her head and pointed her finger at me and shouting, “What kind of woman wants men to visit her in her home? What kind of woman visits men at hotels? What kind of woman wants to be alone with a man? I’ll tell you what kind! A prostitute! She proceeds to shuffle me around the room pointing and screaming “Prostitute! Prostitute! She looks up at her late husband’s picture and declares “My beloved, there’s a prostitute in our house!” By this time, the house staff are peeking inside the doorway watching in horror. I was shocked and crying hysterically. I tried to explain but she had me throw my things in my car and the security escorted me off the premises.
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