The Best Job In Television

January, 1958

I wish I could tell you about her, her beauty and her bitchiness. The way she could make you feel like a god, and then laugh to herself at your clay feet. Like that first night she and her husband, Joey, asked me out for drinks. Joey was mixing them in the kitchen, and Sharman, in her low-necked gown, asked me for a cigarette."Oh, don't get up... please," she said, and bent over me, her hands on the arms of my chair. She waited for me to light a cigarette for her and place it between h...