A Flourish Of Strumpets

A Flourish of StrumpetsOne evening in 1959 the doorbell rang.Frank and Sylvia Gussett had just settled down to watch television. Frank put his gin-and-tonic on the table and stood. He walked into the hall and opened the door.It was a woman."Good evening," she said. "I represent the Exchange.""The Exchange?" Frank smiled politely."Yes," said the woman. "We're beginning an experimental program in this neighborhood. As to our service— —"Their servic...