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started to show towards
Sheryl: he would volunteer to help her carry some camera accessories when he
thought they were obviously cumbersome for her; he would allow her to ride in
the same car or bus with him; he would touch her shoulder or pat her back to
request for her attention. These casual shows of affection were open to other
staffers on the campaign trails. This had already sparked hot gossips that the
Senator might eventually get engaged to Sheryl.
    These
uncomfortable rumors had made Sheryl lose interest in following Senator J. L.
around, so she decided, on a sudden impulse, to retire prematurely from active
participation in the campaign activities.
    “I’m
sad about your decision though, but please do keep in touch,” Senator J. L. told
her as they both sat in his hotel suite drinking wine.
    “No
problem, I have your number, Senator. I’ll be calling regularly to know how
things are faring with the campaign,” she promised.
    Good
and lustful thoughts about Sheryl Lekhov filled Senator J.L.’s heart as he
found himself alone in the same room with the lady he had had sexual fantasies
about for the past few weeks. Here she was in her trademark topless blouse and
to-match black mini-skirt, sexy and wonderfully beautiful. What in the world
would be more glorious than getting married to a perfectly built lady like her?
Wouldn’t it be a thing of honor to attend social functions with a lady so
immaculately pretty and socially knowledgeable as Sheryl Lekhov?
    Sheryl
might have noticed that the man sitting across from her had been lost in some
weird thoughts, probably thinking about her.
    “I
think it is time I left,” Sheryl stood up to leave.
    “Really?
Thought we are going to have dinner together tonight. For the first time!” he
said.
    “Oh,
I’m very sorry. I have already had a dinner appointment with my dad. How about
next time, Senator,” she asked, politely.
    Senator
J.L. shook his head sideways to indicate his displeasure about her sudden
announcement.
    “Please
just let me know in advance, and I will honor your invitation for dinner,” she
tried her best to assure him.
    “Alright,
Sheryl. Next time,” he said and opened his arm wide to hug her.
    Without
any reluctance, Sheryl Lekhov accepted his request for a hug but was
immediately surprised when the Senator had refused to release her. He held her
in a tight bear hug that made her pointed breasts pinched his hairy chest
inside T-shirt. His two hands were on Sheryl’s butts, caressing them. Sheryl
was amazed but not angry. She breathed rapidly as the Senator thrust his tongue
into her mouth, almost rendering her breathless. His attempt to put one of his
hands in her bras to touch her breasts was politely rebuffed.
    “What’s
going through your mind, Senator?” she asked him, almost in a whisper.
    “It’s
hard to help to explain, Sheryl,” he said. “I’m sorry if my action seems
offensive to you,” he apologized.
    “No
need feeling sorry for anything, Senator,” she told him.
    “Really?”
he asked and made a second attempt at touching his breasts again. But Sheryl
once more held his hand to stop him from doing so.
    “Whatever
may be going through your mind, Senator, should stay there until we have successfully
concluded your re-election process,” she finally told him, pecked his left
cheek and went away.
    Now
it dawned on him that Sheryl Lekhov might not have been working for his Republican
opponent. Her willingness to assist him in whichever way possible for him to
clinch his re-election revealed that she was a progressive; someone who truly
believed in the beauty of democracy and was doing everything she could to
encourage it.
     But
why was she planning to wait until the elections had been concluded before
accepting his amorous advances? Wasn’t she snobbish with that statement? Even
though she could not be referred to as a gold digger because of her family
stupendous wealth, but she might as well be regarded as a social