I was raving on into his tapemachine, telling him what I wanted him to do to me, when that voice said, “Pamela . . .?” I was so stunned, I was choked into silence, and then Marlon Brando said, “Pamela, don’t hang up.” He must have known I would do just that, and I did. I sat staring at the phone, unable to breathe. After a couple of minutes of hyperventilating, I took a long swig of stinging coffee-flavored confidence and redialed the number. He picked up immediately
