I’m female, and took the job as C.O. when I was 33. Moseley used to have to pass through the “wire gate” post once or twice a day to get to his job. I was assigned to work that job fairly regularly. Because he thought he was a ladies’ man, Moseley would try to converse with me on his way through the gate. I knew what a scum bag he was and made it perfectly clear that he was to move along. Offers were required to wear name tags with our first initial and last name. One day as he was passing through the gate, Moseley asked me what the K. stood for on my name tag. I told him it was none of his business and he went on his way. After he’d gone, I realized I should have said “Kitty” just to get a reaction from him. That’s not my first name, but I would loved to have seen his face. All these years later I’m still sorry I never thought of it at the time.
Uunngh. You were better off not saying “Kitty”.
Just imagine what sick perverted wet-dreams that POS would have had about you.