"Now, you will get under the table and one by one... you have to rub our panties.” I had been punished by Anna Trusseau. Laughingly, I played along and took my shirt off. I threw it across the room like a stripper and flexed various muscles. The girls hooted and hollered and I crawled under the table—I had no choice. I had lost a bet during one of her games—one, that could only happen at the private gathering of the Great...