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him
relaxing in a sweaty T-shirt, baggy shorts and cheap slippers. This humble
picture was going to be distributed to some media houses the following day to
show voters that Senator J.L. was indeed a regular guy who could easily
associate with the middle-class and not one of those typical out-of-touch Washington
politicians.
    But
Sheryl Lekhov’s see-through blouse and her tight-fitting mini-skirt had thrown
him off-balance that it took him some minutes before he could compose himself
for the shot.
    “Do
you ladies mind having some wine with me before going home tonight?” Senator
J.L. asked.
    “Sure,”
they both answered, simultaneously.
    The
hotel servers gave each of them a tall glass and carefully poured them their
chosen wine: Sheryl Lekhov went for white wine; the chief photographer chose
red one; while Senator J.L. ordered white wine with squirts of lemon juice—his
favorite. The two ladies, both single, sat across from the Senator and seemed
to be enjoying their drinks and the scheduled show on Fox TV at that moment:
SEX AND THE CITY.  
    To
Senator J.L., it was a wrong TV show at the wrong time! The ladies’ eyes were
riveted on the TV screen, enjoying the show, while Senator J.L. writhed in
silent discomfort and wished it would soon be over. But when the sex scenes in
the show came too often than expected, the Senator could no longer hide his
annoyance about it.
    “For
me, I think shows like this make love-making look quite artificial! Do people
get laid that often in real life?” he was surprised.
    “I
think it is possible. I have friends who go around fucking all manners of guys,
just like a dog,” the chief photographer said.
    Sheryl
Lekhov gulped hard where she sat before joining the conversation: “I believe it’s
weird; but I also believe it is cool enjoying hot sex regularly,” she said.
    Senator
J.L. could no more hold himself together as he stole furtive glances at Sheryl’s
exposed laps. Her smooth, shining skin reflected the bright light falling from
the chandeliers. Her lips were covered with golden lipstick that could blind
someone. And her shrill and piercing voice, as seductive as ever!
    Senator
J.L. discovered that his chief campaign photographer had, after repeated incidents,
noticed his infatuation with Sheryl. She had frowned on a couple of occasions
when she caught her boss staring happily at another lady’s sexy figure. It was
difficult for her not to have let envy overpowered her thinking. It was true
that she also loved being admired, and when her boss refused to show her such
feelings, then why revealing the same to another lady?
    To
avoid a situation whereby the two ladies would be fighting or competing for recognition
or admiration, Senator   J.L. had informed them to work with him
alternately. That is, if the chief photographer would like to work on four days
a week, Sheryl Lekhov should be allowed to work on the remaining three days.
    The
decision had brought much joy to Sheryl, even though she didn’t show it
physically. And the Senator didn’t realize he had made a wrong decision until
the two women left his hotel suite. But it was too late for him to re-think his
decision.
    So,
the thoughts banging on his mind were about how he would be able to manage work
with Sheryl alone without compromising his integrity. He had vowed to remain
unblemished throughout his campaign, and he would do everything it took to keep
Sheryl’s advances in check. But would that be possible? This is because Senator
J.L. could not actually deny his quiet admiration for Sheryl Lekhov’s beauty.

 
    Chapter
5
     
    Senator
J.L. still believed he was a smart guy despite allowing Sheryl Lekhov to have a
one-on-one contact with him as his campaign’s assistant photographer. He made
sure that all her photo shoots would take place in the open places, like on the
campaign trails, public halls, schools and other public avenues. One thing he
could never deny though was the increasing affection he