Primary Ambitions

[Miltone]

OCC: Although this is a closed thread between Tammi and me, you are all cordially invited to read along as we explore a mixture of power, wealth, influence, politics, and of course sexual intrigue (what fun is all that other stuff without some wonderful sex?).

State Senator Robert Homes, late 40’s, tall, dark-haired, blue-eyed, decorated war veteran, one of the highest-ranking members of the Senate, married with children in high school. Known for a rapier wit, a disarming dimpled smile, with a penchant for finely tailored suits, tastefully colorful silk neckties, and bourbon on the rocks. Moreover, is known in political circles for his pursuit of power and a teeming ambition for higher national political office.

IC: “OK, Senator,” barked out Johnny, my chief-of-staff. “Can we get a couple of you sitting pensively at the window?”

“Sure thing,” I replied, cracking my trademark dimpled smile and tucking my lanky six-foot frame into the supple leather chair behind the desk. Johnny was an old friend who loved being in charge of the details. “Whatever it takes, fellows.”

The photographer gestured toward the newspaper and I held it in my lap as several shots of a thoughtful pose reading were snapped off.

“Terrific, Senator,” whispered the photographer, twirling his hand. “Perhaps a look out the window?”

I tossed the Journal onto the desk, swiveled around to face the windows, and leaned back in the chair. As the photographer moved about the room, his camera clicking and whirling, I took in the view from the window of my state senate office. There was a modest mall that leads from the state capitol office building down toward the Greek revival Supreme Court building, flanked by several office buildings. On it’s own, it was an impressive, dignified view and coupled with the freshly trimmed lawns lush with the verdant green of spring, the cherry trees in full blossom, and the bright blue sky, made for a picturesque setting, as busloads of school kids gleefully discovered once or twice a week.

But as the photographer clicked off several more shots, and raved about how great they were, the scene began to shrink to me. I smiled at the thought of assuming a similar pose in a larger, plusher office in Washington with a broader view of more significant national monuments. The headline on the newspaper told of my impending primary victory over a field full of lesser lights in state Republican politics. I breathed deeply thinking that my star was the one that rose higher and shone brighter.

Not bad for a self-made, dirt-poor kid from the city. Grubbing my way through the public school system and the muddy fields of Viet Nam, slaving through hot factory days and many long night-school classes had given me a start. A chance meeting at Veteran’s meeting had drawn me into politics and brought me to this place, and this was only the beginning. Though I maintained a sullen pensive look on my face, I smiled inside thinking how U. S. Senator would be a fitting title to add to my resume. Perhaps there was another title that could be added in another six years.

“Say, Robby,” Johnny said quietly as he stepped up close beside me. “Don’t forget that we have a 10 o’clock meeting with the rep from the Industrial Manufacturer’s Alliance PAC. That contribution could be what puts us over the top on being able to pay for this whole gig. Plus with this photog here, I smell a juicy photo op.”

“Sure thing, Johnny,” I replied, getting up from the chair. “What do we know about this group?”

“Association of state-wide manufacturing concerns, chaired by Patrick Davis who drives the bus,” Johnny replied quickly. “Middle of the road, but probably looking for a hand to hold off some environmental concerns till the economy improves.”

“Do we know the rep?” I asked as the photographer began to pack up his gear.

“Don’t have much on her. I think it’s Davis’s daughter,” he answered. “My take is a spoiled, rich kid given a cushy job by Daddy to justify her expense account and vacations to Europe.”

“Hmm, that sounds harsh,” I replied. “But this should be pretty harmless.”

“Damn important, but yeah,” Johnny chuckled. “Should be a piece of cake with a great big payoff.” Johnny then turned and spoke to the photographer about hanging around for a few minutes longer.

The speaker on my desk sounded and my secretary announced that Miss Davis had arrived. Ten o’clock sharp, I noticed, glancing at my watch. I took a deep breath and pressed the answering bar.

“Please show her in, Mrs. Caulfield,” I answered, releasing the bar. Like Johnny said, should be a piece of cake. Hope that it is fresh and sweet.

 

[Tammi]

OOC: Samantha Davis is a single woman, mid 30's, 5'4, nice shape, a brunette with brown eyes. She is apolitical, but administers her wealthy father's political organization as her contribution to the family business. She also owns Sams’ Dude Ranch several hours outside the city where she spends most weekends and much of the summer, where she provides free use of the ranch and activities to children in need, such as disabled, terminally ill, homeless, abused, or just to those that want to come and can’t afford the regular fees. She is known in her circle of friends as being intelligent, with a good heart, as well as for her assertiveness.

IC: After spending a full weekend with 25 children and 7 adults at the ranch, which I always enjoy, I arrived back at my apartment in town late Sunday night. I was exhausted and although I had a meeting in the morning with the Senator Homes concerning donations, I only briefly went over the notes I had about him.

I had never met him before, but just glancing through my notes, my immediate impression was that he had drive and ambition, definitely looking for a large donation for his campaign. I had met my share of men like him and was not looking forward to the meeting, besides the fact that he was a republican, which often times rubbed me the wrong way.

The next morning I wore a white suit jacket, white snug fitting skirt that fell several inches above my knees, a burnt orange blouse that I left the first two buttons open, hose and white high heels. I kept my jewelry to a minimum only wearing a pearl necklace and earrings and sprayed just a whisper of perfume. I quickly put a brush through my hair, preferring not to put it up and left to meet the Senator.

I greeted his secretary, noting that she was a nice looking woman somewhat older than myself, but was surprised as I expected to find a young girl right out of college. So much for stereotypes, I thought to myself.

“Hello, I’m Samantha Davis. I have an appointment to see Senator Homes. Please tell him I’m here and I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

I was immediately shown to his off and before introductions were made, I walked up to him immediately knowing which man he was and extended my hand and smiled looking directly into his eyes.

“ Senator Homes, I’m Samantha Davis. Shall we get down to business? “

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Homes

When Mrs. Caulfield showed in the representative from the Industrial Manufacturer’s Alliance PAC, I half expected some mousy little expensively made-over spoiled brat, not the fiery petite brunette who strode confidently into my office, took a quick survey of the room and approached me directly.

“ Senator Holmes, I’m Samantha Davis. Shall we get down to business? “

Her assertive tone and self-assured posture told me much about her. The fashionable form fitting white suit, a bit too short perhaps, and the open necked blouse, told me something else again. She gazed up at me with her sparkling deep dark eyes, deep enough into which to jump for a swim.

“Absolutely, Miss Davis,” I said partly out of instinct, partly out of self-defense. When she boldly extended her hand, I took it with both of mine, my right hand cradling hers gently, my left one slipping up her forearm. I smiled as I had for so many other potential contributors over the past two years, yet as her eyes flashed all over my face, I knew immediately that this would be no easy sell. She was smart, she knew it, and she had little time to waste. “Please have a seat so we can begin.”

“Before we do, how about a shot for the Journal?” Johnny asked, always with an eye for public relations.

“Sure,” I replied, taking her hand again in the most polite and correct clasp. As the photographer moved in for his best angle, I slipped my hand around her back. I could easily feel the warmth of her body under my touch. My movement seemed to catch her off-guard. “Smile, Miss Davis,” I whispered to her. “This is front page material.”

As the photographer finished snapping off his pictures and packed up his gear, I hoped that she didn’t mind I held the chair for her to sit at the conference table. She gave me a look as I did so that could be interpreted in several ways; surprise at my chivalrous gesture, apprehension at a condescending move on my part, or distain for an archaic convention that was lost upon this younger generation. But for a moment a smile crossed her pretty face briefly and I began to feel more at ease. We took our places around the table and settled in. Mrs. Caulfield made sure the refreshments were plentiful.

We sat on opposite sides of the table, her smile becoming more enigmatic. I knew there would be questions about the campaign, my goals and aims once elected, the usual campaign donor business that took up far too much of my time it seemed. At first, I was able to deflect many of the questions to Johnny, who always had an answer for everything.

Yet every time she asked a question, it came right at me, her dark eyes looking at me closely and carefully, her shoulders squared off to mine, her hands with long gorgeously manicured nails gesturing in my direction. With each question she posed, I began to field them personally, and soon it felt as if the others were not at all present. As Johnny’s answers seemed evasive, I tried to state mine directly. The direction of the campaign was upward and victorious. The team we had assembled was comprised of winners and we were winning everywhere we campaigned.

“So as you can see, we are in the position to take this campaign to Washington next January,” I stated, squarely smacking the ball into her end of the court.

Her questions were tough and hard and pointed. This was no sweet piece of birthday cake. I waited for her response as Johnny fiddled in his seat nervously. I looked over at Miss Davis and strangely felt none of the adversarial sensations that were typical of these sorts of meetings. There was something about her, the lovely curves of her high round cheekbones, the crystal clear smile, the intense, penetrating gaze, and the tantalizing curves covered by her crisp white suit that made me take notice of her. I avidly anticipated her response.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I can’t say that I wasn’t taken by surprise when I felt his hand at my back being told to smile for the camera, evidently it was obvious at least to him that I was. What I hoped wasn’t obvious was the slight arch in my back when he did so, more at the warmth and feel of his hand that caused a skip in my heartbeat than having our picture taken.

I glanced at him as he held the chair for me and so far, my instincts were telling me I was right, Senator Homes was ambitious along with having a suave demeanor that said he probably was used to getting exactly what he wanted. I smiled softly up at him as I took my seat, allowing him to feel comfortable, even with these thoughts in my head.

I immediately started with my questions, my eyes meeting his head on, and was not surprised that Johnny was taking the lead by answering them. I half-heartedly listen to the answers, never taking my eyes off the Senator as I watched to see if he actually knew any of the answers himself. When he started answering them, I began to pay much more attention, and I had to admit, I was becoming impressed by his direct answers unlike Johnny’s evasiveness.

As we talked, I began to look at him more closely, the openness he seemed to have as he talked, his smile that definitely must have set many hearts on fire, the brilliance of his eyes: which seemed to show the energy at which he approached things, and of course he was definitely an attractive man which always was a definite plus in the public’s eye. Even the touch of his hands when he had shook mine held warmth and sincerity, among other things, I thought recalling what I had felt when his hand had gone up my arm and then later rested on my back, now again feeling that same sensation, I was immediately pulled back to the matter at hand by his voice.

“So as you can see, we are in the position to take this campaign to Washington next January.” He said, and without saying, I had to agree that it did sound like he had a winning team and his plans were right on target.

“Well Senator Homes, you have answered all my questions and I am pleased with your answers.” I said and then stood up from my chair, my eyes continuing to meet his. “ I will relay all this information to the board, along with my thoughts and we will go over it. There are several things they will most likely check into. “

I saw the disappointed look on both men’s faces for a brief second and inside I was smiling. I couldn’t help but love this part of my job, having them anticipating my answer and then having to tell them to wait always appealed to my womanly nature. I again spoke, this time with a soft and a charming yet innocent tone.

“I hope you didn’t expect an answer right away. These things do take time, gentleman.” Leaning slightly across the table I extended my hand again to the Senator. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you Senator Homes. Now if you would excuse me, I have other appointments. If you would call my secretary in a few days, she should be able to update you on what is going and arrange for us to get together at another time if needed. Your secretary has my card.” Smiling and with my back to them I walk to the door, but before leaving, I turn back around to look at the Senator.

“Oh and one other thing, Senator Homes. Next time you want a picture with me, please be sure to ask first. Good day, gentleman. “ I left without waiting for a reply, but his secretary could see the pleased expression on my face.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

As the door closed behind Miss Davis, Johnny and I exchanged a bemused smile, though I had to admit that the image of her shapely, tanned legs and her short white skirt was definitely playing on my mind. Johnny let out a soft low whistle.

“Piece of cake, eh, Johnny?” I remarked.

“More like a piece of work,” he replied. “I’m going to have to do some homework on this one.”

“Do your homework if you want, but leave this one up to me,” I said, looking back toward the closed door and picturing the look on her face before she had turned and left. The sparkling dark eyes, the tanned face, fresh and invigorated from what must be some plentiful outdoors activity, and her smile, polite and fetching, dazzling and sensual. “I will take care of Miss Davis and her PAC personally.”

Johnny smiled and looked as if he were going to say something, but instead picked up his planner. There was a subcommittee meeting before a working lunch and a hearing on the floor of the Senate afterwards. But through the rest of the day’s activities, my mind began to drift back to the morning’s meeting and especially the young woman who had captured my attention.

During the boring moments of the subcommittee meeting (and there were many) I found my mind playing back each moment. I remembered the warmth of her body when I rested my hand on her back during the photograph, her back arching in response, the way she looked at me intently when we discussed the campaign, and the bold assertive way she shook my hand at the end of the meeting. This was no mousy Daddy’s little girl, but a strong dynamic attractive woman, and I sensed that there was something quite special about her.

As the afternoon was ending and quickly turning into evening, Mrs. Caulfield was making ready to leave and came into my office. I had been reviewing the findings received at the afternoon hearing and looked up when she asked, “Senator, is there anything else you need me to finish before I leave?”

“No, I think you’ve taken care of everything nicely,” I answered, almost automatically. “Thank you.”

“All right them, I’ll be on my way out then. Have a good evening, sir,” she said in her formal, and quaintly old-fashioned manner.
“Wait there is something,” I called out. “I have a question for you.”

“What’s that, sir?” she asked with a puzzled look on her face.

“What was your take on Miss Davis, our appointment from this morning?”

“I wondered when you were going to ask about her,” she remarked with a smile. “She was polite and seemed very bright and efficient. Why?”

“I was just interested in your viewpoint,” I said. “Obtaining her financial support may be more difficult than we expected. But you know how much I love a challenge.”

“You’ve been that way as long as I can remember,” she answered.

“By the way, did she leave a business card?”

“Yes, let me get it for you.”

Mrs. Caulfield retrieved the card and handed it to me before leaving for the evening. It was clean and crisp, with a sleek, smart design. I ran my thumb over the raised engraving. Samantha Davis, Executive Director. I recognized the fashionable business address and noted the mobile phone number before slipping it into my shirt pocket and turning back to my reading.

Later that evening, after a dinner with some colleagues, I returned to my apartment near the capitol building, showered and slipped into my robe. Reclining in a favorite chair, I called home and talked with my kids for a while. Their mother was out attending a charity meeting of some sort. Then I remembered Miss Davis’s business card and for some reason was tempted to call her. It was certainly too early to ask about the contribution. I knew well that those things took time for all the approvals and sign-offs. Would it be appropriate to call and apologize for the picture business? It wasn’t yet eleven o’clock, I thought, and perhaps not too late. I punched up her number and heard the ringing tone on the other end of the line.

 

[Tammi]

The rest of the day I spent meeting with several other people and organizations, pretty much the same routine. I found myself thinking more about the meeting with the Senator than with the people I was talking to, especially during my lunch appointment with Fred Walker. Fred was in his mid 40’s, attractive, single and was looking for support in his latest venture. It seemed he was always coming up with something, yet none of which was credible to contribute to and after several meetings with him, it had dawned on me that this my father’s doing. He wanted a son-in-law, and apparently he had chosen Fred who was more than willing.

During lunch, I smiled politely and talked with Fred, half listening, but my mind kept drifting back to my meeting with the Senator. I found myself again recalling his handshake, his hand at my back, the smiles and his directness. Of course, I had to shrug it off figuring this was the Senator’s repertoire when it came to dealing with people like myself or the public in general. Then I actually swore to myself for doing the same thing I hated being done to me, making presumptions.

“So will you have dinner with me on Friday?” Fred asked, now taking hold of my hand. My immediate response was pulling my hand back and I looked directly at him.

“Fred, you’re a nice man, but I might as well tell you now, with the work I do for my father and my ranch, I have very little time for dinner dates or anything else. Thank you for asking though and I will let the board know of your project. My look at the time, I’m sorry, but I need to run now. “ I quickly left going directly to my car and letting out a deep sigh. I was definitely going to have to have a talk with my father about this situation, before things got out of hand.

I didn’t get home until after 10:00 that night and couldn’t wait to take off my clothes and soak in the tub. Long weekends and then Monday’s really seemed to do me in. I started the bath, poured myself a glass of wine and undressed. Before I got into the tub, I picked up the file I had on the Senator and my cell phone and brought them with me. After getting into the steamy water, I laid back and started carefully going over the Senator’s file. It wasn’t long before I set the folder down and closed my eyes, thinking about what I had read and my meeting with him.

There was something different about this man, I thought to myself, as I read, yet I finally had to admit to myself the only thing difference was that I felt an attraction to him that I normally didn't feel for the people I met with. I must have dozed off because the water was cold when I heard the phone ring and I noticed the time, wondering who would be calling me at this time. I grabbed the phone at the same time I rose from the tub grabbing a towel.

“Hello?” I said, my voice questioning along with that of drowsiness as I answered the phone.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

The phone rang several times and I was almost ready to hang up when I heard a drowsy, "Hello?"

"Miss Davis? This is Senator Holmes. I hope I haven't phoned you at an inconvenient time. If so, then I have a second apology to make."

For a moment, I felt like a fool, reclining in my robe, calling a strange woman at such a late hour. Yet her soft dismissal of my regret put me back a little more at ease.

"You see, I called to apologize for not asking your permission about having your photo taken with me this morning," I began, trying to drop my voice down to make it more appealing. "I should have known better than to assume that you would simply go along. I hope that you understand. There have been so many photo opportunities lately that I seem to have forgotten my manners."

For some reason my heart was pounding with anticipation of her answer. What was there about her, so different from the women who normally frequented party affairs? Why should a simple courtesy call make my hands sweat and my pulse race? Then the sound of her voice as she answered soothed me and I began to relax.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

Not fully coherent, I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming or the Senator was actually on the phone talking to me and apologizing at that. Holding the phone between my neck and shoulder as I used both hands to dry off and wrap the towel around me, I tried to focus on what he was saying.

I listened to him, at the same time my heart was racing, at just hearing his voice once again. This was so unlike me, why of all people did he have to have this affect on me I kept asking myself. With towel wrapped around me, I went to my bedroom, laying down on the bed. I was glad that he couldn’t see the smile on my face, but I wasn’t sure if he heard it in my voice.

“Senator Holmes?” I asked at first, still disbelieving it was him. Then I listened to his apology and heard the tone in his voice. I got the distinct impression he was as nervous about making this phone call as I was about taking his phone call.

“I understand perfectly Senator and I don’t hold that against you. I do appreciate your concern and calling me, even at this time of night. I’m sorry if I sounded rude at first, but you just happen to catch me getting out of the tub. “ I laughed softly, for some reason not able to resist letting him know what he had interrupted.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

The cute little laugh coupled with a fetching image of Miss Davis wrapped in a towel fresh from her bath warmed me greatly.

"Oh, my, Miss Davis," I chuckled. "This is either a very good opportunity or a very bad one, depending upon one's point of view."

When she laughed again, a lovely, sexy laugh that I joined in on, I felt a sense of relaxation sweep over me for the first time since the beginning of the year. My life had been little more than traveling and meetings and endless shaking of clammy hands that each day had left me hopelessly drained. And here it was nearly midnight, talking on the phone with an exciting woman whom a day before I didn't even know of, and a wonderful energy began to course through me.

"I hope you don't mind my saying so, but I was very impressed with you during our meeting this morning. Normally those sorts of things are pretty dull and routine, but you were quite a breath of fresh air, and I must admit that I'm looking forward to our next meeting."

As the words began to fly from my mouth, my small but heartfelt compliments drawing little girlish laughs from her, my grander visionary thoughts prompting her to open up further, I started to feel a connection with her. And after talking mostly to political hacks and harpies for the last six months, hearing the voice of a warm, vibrant woman speak with me on a personal level, stirred me deeply.

"Of course one thing I couldn't help but notice was your terrific tan. Do you spend a lot of time outdoors? If so, I'm envious since I've had very little time lately to enjoy the fresh air."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I found myself laughing nervously, almost giddy as he spoke to me, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. As we talked I started to relax more and more and my visions of this politician turned to those of talking to a man without the titles behind him.

“Yes Senator, in fact I do spend a lot of time outdoors. I spend most weekends and the summer at my ranch entertaining children and working the ranch. Of course, if you would have done you’re homework, you would have found that out.”’

I again laughed, my statement teasing him, as we both understood what doing homework meant. The more I talked to him, the more at ease I felt, yet in the back of my mind were still the ever present thoughts of, do not venture here. But the sound of his voice, the energy behind it, kept pushing those thoughts further from my mind.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

"Don't feel like you have to call me Senator," I ventured. "My friends call me Robby. And if you had done your homework, you surely would have found out that I'm a first name kind of guy."

I tried to embue my voice with humor and grace, hoping that she would hear it in the light-hearted vein in which it was meant. And through our breezy banter, I kept balancing the images of we two chatting on the phone, her shapely body barely wrapped up in just a towel, laying on her bed as she had mentioned, and me with just robe pulled about my long lean frame, reclining in my easy chair. My mind could not release these images; her dazzling smile colored by the joy of her laugh; my own smile warming up with a recharged bouyancy; the two of us chatting away like, ... like a couple of teenagers.

"But now that you mention it, is your ranch the one that was featured in the Time article a few weeks back, the one that opens up for underpriviledged children?" I asked, remembering an article clipped out for me by the ever vigilant Mrs. Caulfield. "I was very impressed with the work done there and would love to visit some time. As a private citizen, mind you. No politics involved since, once all the pretenses of politics and office are removed, I am just an ordinary private citizen."

There was a long pause on the other end. I could hear her breathing so I knew the line hadn't gone dead. I wondered if I had gone too far. Perhaps this should be just a business of politics relationship. But my racing heart beat and the stirring deep down inside told me that it was something else beyond mere political maneuverings.

"It was either that or an offer to meet you over dinner later in the week. Your choice."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I was quiet for several minutes, actually caught off guard by his knowledge of the ranch and what we did for the children, impressed that he had even bothered to take the time to read about such things. Then to have him want to visit there, without the politics, made me have to wonder more about the man inside the Senator.

"It was either that or an offer to meet you over dinner later in the week. Your choice." He said.

When I heard him mention dinner, a grin came over my face, now wondering if his mention of my ranch or dinner was a way to get to me on his side because of his campaign or actually a more personal one. Either way, I knew I should tread these waters very carefully.

“Senator, I mean Robby, and you can call me Samantha, you’re welcome to visit the ranch any time you wish, without the politics of course. I leave every Friday night to go there and we can use as many volunteers as possible. I do have to warn you though, it’s not all fun and games. There is a lot of work we do there but taking care of the children is also very enlightening as well as rewarding. Of course, being busy with your campaign you may not have time for things like that, which is perfectly understandable.”

My words were spoken with a sincere and open invitation, and I actually felt eager at the possibility he might decide to go to my ranch. It would give me a good opportunity to see what the man was like, but again I warned myself to be careful.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

"I do have to warn you though, it’s not all fun and games. There is a lot of work we do there but taking care of the children is also very enlightening as well as rewarding. Of course, being busy with your campaign you may not have time for things like that, which is perfectly understandable.”

Her words rang out straight to my heart, making me feel a selfish twinge for being so caught up in the affairs of my campaign. The primary was only two weeks away and Johnny had me scheduled for some heavy campaigning, always cautioning me about taking anything for granted. Yet there was something in Samantha's invitation, the eager, exciting tone in her voice that made me think of ways to dodge the campaign affairs for a couple days and do something for someone else, something that may not win me any votes, but might clear my head for the last heady days of campaigning.

"I would love to join you next weekend, Miss Dav-, er, Samantha. I've been know to be pretty handy and resourceful, dating back well before my Army days."

My free hand lay on my chest, my fingers slipping between the folds of my robe, feeling the rapid beating of my heart. What was there about her invitation, the sound of her voice, the image playing in my mind of her laying on her bed, her silky dark hair and deep dark eyes?

"But if you're interested, Samantha, I'll hold my dinner invitation open. You can let me know later if you'd like."

Again there was a long pause. Surely I wasn't being too forward with her, a strong independent woman who seemed to know what she wanted, and who would appreciate the attention of a man who didn't want to waste her time.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

He surprised me again by accepting my invitation to the ranch and right away at that I felt my heart again skip a beat. I wasn’t sure what it was exactly that intrigued me about him so, but I knew I wanted to find out. I also wanted to know more about him before making any decisions about financial backing for his company. I smiled at this thought, admitting to myself that was not my only reason for wanting to know him more.

"But if you're interested, Samantha, I'll hold my dinner invitation open. You can let me know later if you'd like."

His dinner invitation again asked, I actually started thinking about it and felt a twinge of excitement. I tried hard to figure out a way to accept without sounding overly anxious and I finally replied in a light but direct tone.

“How about Wednesday night Robby, if you are free? We can discuss your campaign and I can give you an update of what the board had to say. We can also talk about the weekend and I can give you directions, tell you a little about what goes on there, that sort of thing.”

I inhaled deeply, pleased at my response yet nervous to how his would be. Had I accepted his offer to quickly, would he think I was coming on to him or just maybe he would think I was letting him know it would not be a personal type dinner? These questions circled my head, and truthfully I wasn’t sure what the answers were or what exactly I wanted him to think.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

She had spoken her words of acceptance slowly, drawing out each syllable that produced a charming effect of innocence. Perhaps she was playing hard to get or simply trying not to appear too eager, but it didn't matter because I was elated at her response.

"Wednesday night will be fine, Samantha," I replied, immediately sending my mind racing ahead to where we would meet. Mario's was too boisterous and public for what I hoped would be a nice get acquainted dinner; although Kiernan's was a favorite, it was too dark and intimate; how about John Laffrey's? Small and old-fahioned but bright enough to not give the wrong impression, a most complete menu, and they mixed the best Manhattans this side of NYC. "How about John Laffrey's about 7 p.m.? I'll be looking forward to it."

I felt a warm broad smile spread across my face, a feeling of delightful anticipation grow within, coupled with a stirring sensation deep inside me, a tingling that I hadn't felt in years. It was only dinner with a prospective campaign donor. But the question crept into my mind: Was this perhaps a gateway to something else, something more intense and personal?

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

“John Laffrey’s will be fine. I’ll see you there at 7 p.m. Thanks again for calling and apologizing, even though it was at bath time.” I laughed softly teasing him. “It’s been a pleasure to talk to you Robby. I look forward to seeing you on Wednesday, goodnight.”

I made our goodbye’s quickly, having figured I already had said more than I should have. My belly was tied in knots with a mixture of emotions and anticipation for our up coming dinner. I knew it was going to be hard to get through the next two days, and I had to keep reminding myself exactly who he was, a very ambitious politician looking for financial backing.

The next day I spent all day in a meeting with the board going over the people that I had talked with the day before. When it came to relaying my information to them about Senator Homes, I gave them all the facts and let them know my thoughts on him. They were already impressed with him and I could see that my father had made up his mind long before I had even met the Senator. I then found myself telling them that I felt it was necessary to not rush into things and that we needed to find out more about him. I could tell from the looks my father was giving me, he was not happy at my hesitation. At the end of the day he took me to dinner so that we could talk.

“What is all this Sam? Don’t tell me he got to you? I thought I taught you better than that about these men?” My father said bluntly, sipping on his glass of wine.

“Don’t underestimate me father, I remember very well what you taught me and I do appreciate it very much. I just feel that we should take our time here. If he is as good as he seems to be, then that would be to our benefit would it not? But if he is not, that would not be good, after all he is a Republican and it surprises me that you even are considering him at all.” I looked at him, trying to hold back my temper at his childish treatment of me.

“He’s a politician, he’s married with kids and he is quite a bit older than you. Don’t forget, you still are my daughter and I know you better than anyone else, and I see that look in your eyes. We most likely are going to support him, when you decide to tell him that is up to you, but don’t get your hopes up here. He is no different than any other person that wants our support, keep a level head.”

“Don’t treat me like a child father. I know all the facts, but what’s wrong having a little fun at the same time. It is very rare that I meet someone such as the Senator and I find it very invigorating that I might actually have some affect on his campaign.” I grinned at my father and then looked away, not wanting him to see the light in my eyes.

Dinner progressed and as we headed out and he held the door open to my cab he was looking at me again as if to read my thoughts.

“You be careful, Sam. I am talking from experience and I know how these things can go. And by the way, I was thinking of coming up to the ranch and helping out for the weekend. Would you like that?” He smiled at me.

“Not unless you would like to meet the Senator personally. He is helping out there this weekend.” I flashed my eyes at him and chuckled. “In fact I am having dinner with him tomorrow night to go over his campaign and we are discussing the weekend.”

“Sam, you really never were one who listened well. Please be careful, I just don’t want to see you hurt.” He said softly and brushed a kiss against my cheek before we parted. I waved to him, knowing that he was just being a father, but I still had to go with my feelings as well.

Wednesday seemed to drag by, and I half-heartedly listened to the people I was with. I was relieved to get through the day and jump in the shower, looking at the clock I saw I had just a short time before I was to meet the Senator once again. I felt the tingling sensations starting in my belly with anticipation at this meeting. After my shower, I got dressed wearing a short black backless dress that was smug fitting, yet not cheap looking. It was low cut in the front and my diamond necklace accentuated the neckline even more. I left my hair down and also wore diamond earrings and sprayed lightly with perfume. I wore black lace hose with black high heels and I put a black silk wrap over my shoulders.

When I got out of the cab he was standing at the entrance to the restaurant watching me. I smiled bright as I walked up to him.

“Good evening Robby, nice to see you again.”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

I sat with the phone in my lap for several minutes after hanging up with Samantha. Dinner at Laffrey’s at 7 p.m. Wednesday and the weekend helping out at her ranch loomed large in my view. The day before I had no idea this woman existed, and yet here I was planning on meeting her for dinner and perhaps spending the weekend with her at her ranch. The dinner certainly could have strong implications for the campaign; a weekend helping out some disadvantaged children would be a great break for my mental health; but underneath it all there was an unfamiliar undercurrent, a wonderful excitement that brought a smile to my face and kept it there all evening. Was this mere politics, or was this something personal?

As I prepared for bed and slipped my robe off, I leaned forward and rested my hands on the bathroom countertop, glancing in the mirror at my long, lean, muscled body, and looked myself in the eye closely. There was a twinkle there no doubt, but do you really know what you’re doing, Robby, I asked myself. You pride yourself as always taking charge and assuming the lead. But here you are wrestling with a vague feeling that things are somewhat out of control, and yet you are enjoying the ride. Risk taking, isn’t that what they call it? Being unafraid to go where it isn’t always the most advisable. Whatever, I chuckled to myself before slipping naked between the sheets and falling into a deep and wonderful slumber, full of warm erotic images.

Tuesday was a blur of meetings, Senate sessions, sandwiched around a working lunch with a citizen’s group, a photo op greeting with a load of seniors from outstate, and a long plenary session with Johnny and my campaign staff. As he began to lay out the schedule for the next few days, I jumped in to tell him that Friday evening through Sunday afternoon were off limits. There were a few minor appearances on the docket, but nothing that I saw as essential. He was surprised and immediately wanted to know the reason. After the meeting, he pulled me aside.

“What’s going on Robby?” he demanded. “You and Allison have something special planned?”

“No. It’s personal, Johnny. I need this time for myself,” I said calmly.

“What about the others? What about the staff that’s been busting their butts for you?”

“I will be there for the final days before the primary,” I said, trying my best to reassure him.

“This is not like you, man,” he remarked, eyeing me closely.

We had been friends since high school. When the other kids had shunned me because my clothes were old and ill-fitting, he had befriended me. When I was unable to go anywhere because my folks weren’t around or didn’t even have a car, he was always there to give me a ride. And when prom time came along, not only did he set me up with one of the prettiest girls from the swim team (with help from his girlfriend), but also helped me rent a tux. After high school, when I was the unlucky one to get drafted, he was the one who was there to see me off and who wrote me often, telling of his college life, the war protests, the things going on at home that gave me comfort from the heat and mud of the Asian swamps that were my life. And when I came back home, with a chest full of medals and some deep dark nightmares, he was the one to arrange a welcoming party. So years later when things began to turnaround for me after finding my political legs and his law career was going no place, I had offered him a job with me and we had worked together ever since, with one eye on the next best office, while keeping the other on the biggest prize.

“You’ve got to tell me what’s going on,” he said, his hazel eyes examining me tightly. “It’s her isn’t it? Miss Davis?”

“I’m not going to lie to you, Johnny,” I replied. “I told you that I would take care of Miss Davis and I fully intend to.”

“Politically or personally?”

I remained silent.

“Then it had better be political,” he said sharply. “Look, Robby. This thing isn’t in the bag. We’ve all worked a long, long time to get to where we’re going. I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait to quit this town and move to Washington. I know that things haven’t been that good between you and Allison for the last couple of years. She talks with Helen all the time. But ever since Clinton, the media is on the lookout, so I don’t want you getting the idea that you can blow all this hard work for some babe.”

“I know what I’m doing, Johnny. I have no intention of letting you or anyone else down.”

I knew that he wasn’t happy, but his wry smile told me of his trust. Dinner was with some longtime party hacks that went on late into the night and it was well after midnight before I stepped into the shower and fell into bed. As I went to turn out the light, I saw Samantha’s business card on the nightstand. For some reason I was greatly tempted to punch up her number, but wisely thought the better of it. Instead I fell asleep with the image of her pretty smile and her shapely legs flowing through my thoughts.

Wednesday was more of the same, meetings, handshaking, and political glad handing. But in the afternoon when a group of school kids from my home district was ushered in, their young faces beaming up at me, I was reminded of my impending plans for the weekend and the lovely Samantha Davis. Later, when I told Johnny that I had plans for dinner, he again was curious.

“Dinner with whom?”

“Miss Davis. We are going to review where we are with her committee and discuss the campaign.”

“Just politics then?”

“I told you that I would take care of it.”

He smiled, clapped me on the back and sent me on my way. I breezed through the shower and picked out a favorite dark blue silk St. Laurent suit, a crisp white shirt and a favorite Carlo Palazzi tie and kerchief set. I made it to Laffrey’s a bit early and talked for several minutes with Peter, the owner, who made sure that his best table would be ready.

Waiting near the entrance right at seven, I was hardly prepared for the stunning sight that greeted my eyes when her cab pulled up and she stepped out. Dressed in a beautiful black dress that delightfully showed off her wonderful curves complimented by a modest but sparkling necklace and earrings, she swept up to the door, her dark hair swirling about her face, and her smile warm and dazzling.

“Good evening Robby, nice to see you again," she remarked brightly.

“My, but you have certainly made having dinner tonight a pleasure, Samantha,” I complimented. “After a steady diet of VFW hall rubber chicken with political cronies, this will be most delightful.”

I couldn’t resist the urge to take her hand and lead her into the restaurant. She slipped up close to me as we strolled in and were shown to our table, Peter’s best in full view of the restaurant. She eased her silk wrap from her shoulders, showing off the subtle curves of her nicely tanned shoulders and back. Her smile was enchanting and as we ordered drinks, I couldn’t take my eyes off of hers, so dark and alluring. I could tell that she was thinking about our political business, but there was something else on her mind, something that made me think that I was not the only one having other kinds of thoughts. I tried not to let the excitement I felt inside show too readily, for this night might yield more surprises than I originally thought.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

Seeing him so handsomely dressed and that smile of his when we exchanged greetings, made me feel slightly lighted head. When he took my hand and led me to our table, being that close to him and the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. Before arriving here, I had every intention of keeping things strictly business, campaign and ranch, but now being here with him, my thoughts seemed to stray. I quickly told myself to keep a level head, reminding myself of my father’s words.

I watched him taking charge, ordering drinks, talking with the owner and staff casually and there was no doubt in my mind he could charm anyone if he that’s what he wanted to do. It was also obvious he was well liked and respected by the way he was treated.

I started out talking about his campaign, giving him a brief run down of how my meeting went with the board. I did let him know that they were seriously considering backing him, but had not made a decision yet. As we talked, I could feel his eyes on me, but I continued to smile and talk, yet in the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder if he was thinking politics or other things.

“So as I said, they are definitely impressed with you and I’m sure they will reach their decision soon. I’m pretty sure if they decide to back you, there will be some type of formal dinner or such with press and all, so that they can meet you themselves at the same time helping your campaign.”

I took a sip of my wine and after setting my glass back down I looked up at him with a slight grin, my eyes shining.

“Does all that meet with your approval, Robby?”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

I was very impressed with Samantha as she reported about the meeting with her board. Her voice was light and breezy, yet very business-like. She was at the same time charming and intense. I could have listened to her talk all night if she had wanted. It was hard to keep my eyes from wandering and each time she looked down or away, I knew my gaze drifted away from her dark eyes toward the wonderful tanned curves of her body, draped so fetchingly in the clingy black dress.

“Does all that meet with your approval, Robby?” she asked finally tossing the lead back to me.

"I very much approve, Samantha," I replied hoping that she could see the warm acceptance in my expression. "And I understand. I know that these things can take some time to let everyone get their fingerprints all over your report. Please keep me posted, won't you?"

I had to admit that her sparkling diamond necklace was drawing my attention, seeing how it contrasted so brightly with her tanned complexion and the black dress. From the way she looked at me, I could tell that she knew my eyes were wandering just a bit. Though the curves of her breasts were a feast, I didn't entirely want to give her the wrong impression. I boldly reached over to take her necklace in my fingertips and admire it.

"I hope you don't mind my saying so, but this is a gorgeous piece of jewelry," I said slowly and softly. "Harry Winston is it? It compliments your dress so beautifully. About the only thing outshining it tonight is the sparkle in your eyes."

I could feel the warmth of her body radiate toward my fingers. She looked down at my hand then back up to my eyes with a look full of questions. For a moment I felt as if I wanted to slip my hand up to her shoulder or around behind her neck and pull her toward me for a kiss. Where did that thought come from, I asked myself. Half-way embarrassed at the notion, I smiled and slowly withdrew my hand, letting the diamonds fall back against her dark glistening skin. I cleared my voice and smiled.

"Perhaps this would be a good time to put our orders in," I said, waving over toward Claude, our waiter. "I'm not sure if you are one for shellfish, but they make the most scrumptious Oysters Rockefeller here. I thought we could start with that and then move on to whatever else pleases you. If there is something that you truly crave that isn't on the menu, be sure to ask for it. They have a most creative kitchen staff."

She quickly reviewed the menu and thought for a moment before confidently placing her order. She watched me closely as I ordered the oysters, salad and filet. As Claude retrieved the menus and moved off toward the kitchen, I raised my wine glass and tilted it slightly toward my lovely guest.

"I'm very glad we were able to get together tonight, Samantha," I remarked, deciding not to toast this friendship, at least not just yet. "It has been a long several months getting this campaign off the ground and for one, I've needed a night off for quite some time. And since I've managed to excuse myself from the weekend's scheduled activities, perhaps you could tell me more about your ranch and what I might expect when I arrive."

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

My stomach fluttered and I could feel my body temperature rise when he held my necklace admiring it. I looked up at him, my thoughts swirling with questions at his bold move. Okay, what was he up to? Could he tell the effect he was having on me? Was this part of his charm or was there something more going on here than politics? Looking into his eyes, I got a strong sensation that he wanted to kiss me and damn; I think I actually felt disappointed that he didn’t. What was I thinking?

I was relieved when he broke the moment and we ordered our food. At his suggestion of oysters, I smiled but actually almost laughed, recalling all those things I had been told about oysters. I was definitely beginning to wonder if getting to know the Senator better was in the best interest for either one of us, considering my level head kept straying to other thoughts. Yet, I also was enjoying myself in his company and he seemed to be doing the same.

“I’m very glad we got together too, Robby. It has been awhile since I have had dinner with such charming company as yourself.” I said, my eyes flashed and a small grin came across my face at the underlying meaning he may have heard in my voice.

“I am surprised that you were able to clear your schedule so that you can visit my ranch, pleasantly surprised of course. The ranch is about 3 hours from here and as I own quite a bit of property; there are many trails to ride the horses on as well as taking nature hikes. There also is a nice sized lake at the edge of a mountain waterfall that many of the children that are able to, love to swim and play in the falls.” I smile softly and my look is distant for a brief moment as I recall enjoyable events with the children in the water. I then take another sip of my wine and focus once again on the man sitting before me.

“There are several nice cabins that the children stay in, adults naturally have rooms there also to supervise and care for them. I have my own private home there where I stay, but it is not far so that if needed I am on hand at all times. During the day, we schedule many activities, such as teaching them to ride, or giving them rides on the horses, trail walks, games, swimming. It really depends on the children there and what they are able to do. At night, we often sit around a campfire and let the children relax and tell stories. It is quite a busy weekend when there are many children there and so far I have been lucky to have had adult volunteers to help out. You are lucky this weekend as there is only going to be a small group, but a very active bunch. And just to reassure you, as my guest you are welcome to stay in a guest room in my home, unless you would prefer otherwise.” A wide grin comes across my face, now wondering how he will take all this, especially my invitation to stay in the guest room.

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

"A guest room?" I remarked somewhat surprised, but pleased although thinking ahead of the many implications. "That would be wonderful except I had this image of sleeping out under the stars. This time of year is ideal for it, but whatever the accommodations, I'm sure I will be comfortable."

As I spoke, my hand reached out across the table, almost as if on it's own volition and came to rest upon hers. Her skin was warm to the touch and soft and inviting and when our eyes met and our mutual gaze lingered long and deeply, I wanted to leave my hand there for the rest of the evening. Was it electrical this feeling passing from one to the other and then back again? Of the hundred women older and younger alike with whom I had come into contact during the past six months of campaigning, many of whom had left absolutely no doubt as to their eminent availability, why was it this one who made my palms sweat and my heart race, who made me think in the merest instant of wondrous delights?

"And I hope that you know that I am very much looking forward to the weekend," I went on. "I think about how easy it is for me and my colleagues to speak of fighting for the average guy and working hard for our young people, but how little time we actually spend doing something meaningful for those very groups they claim to be helping."

When Samantha reached out with her other hand and placed it atop mine, I knew that this was no mere political meeting of the minds. It was as if at that moment, our dinner turned from partisan business to an affair of other dimensions. I smiled warmly, not the superficial grin that I had been coached on, but one that came from the heart. Her face was leaning toward me and I mirrored her movement, coming so close that I could feel the warmth of her breath and smell the sweetness of her fine perfume.

Of course it was at that very moment that Claude returned with the plentiful plate of appetizers. The smell of the oysters smothered with parmesan and spinach and bacon broke the spell for the moment. But as we retrieved our hands and prepared our napkins, the look we exchanged spoke of many things that with another bottle of wine and perhaps some flirtatious conversation might lead to who knows where.

"I'm sure that you have heard about the reputation that the partaking of oysters has in certain cultures," I said with a knowing smile on my face. "I trust that you understand that it is only because I love the taste of all the junk they put on top of them that keeps me ordering."

She laughed and I laughed along with her. Was it a nervous laugh that helped break some undesired tension, or was it something else. I voted for the something else and helped serve her. The rich taste and the wonderful company had made this a memorable dinner, and we hadn't yet cleared the appetizer.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

The evening was turning into something far more different than the business one I had promised myself I would not stray from. Just the idea of spending a night under the stars, told me we had a lot more in common than I first thought. The touch of his hand on mine was strong, yet soft and gentle, had more than pushed business from my head.

Hearing his comments about the children touched an obvious spot on my heart, making me reach out and lay my hand on his. Then I wasn’t sure what came over me, his words, his sincere smile or just sheer excitement at what lay ahead and I found myself leaning towards him. What was I doing, I asked myself? I was touched by his comments, yet was that all? Was I actually beginning to flirt with this man?

The oysters arrived and I had no time to think over the answers to my own questions as I listened to his comments about the oysters. I laughed as he did, and couldn’t help but wonder if he had read my thoughts about the oysters.

“Yes the junk,” I giggled softly, “ they put on top of them is quite good. Although, I must say that I am also intrigued with the reputation they have.” Yes, now I knew I was flirting with him and I saw his eyebrows raise briefly at my comment. I smiled before turning my attention back to enjoying the appetizers, glancing now and then at him, and getting a very good idea we both had several of the same thoughts going through our heads.

“So Robby, you enjoy sleeping under the stars? Depending on the weather that can be arranged too. Many times visitors and some of the volunteers prefer that than being inside and we provide them with sleeping bags and most of what they need. I have actually enjoyed that myself on an occasion or two, although that has been awhile. Most of the time it has been necessary to stay near the children as we have had such large groups.”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

"Sleeping out under the stars has a certain romantic appeal, I must admit," I replied to Samantha's comment. "Though many of my experiences were under less than ideal conditions. Yet there is a certain quality to such occasions that cannot be equalled. Much like sharing a plate of oysters with a beautiful woman, the aphrodisiac effects are something that require some personal and in-depth research to truly understand."

Although we shared a wink and a knowing smile, given her life of priviledge and status, I wondered if she could actually understand what I meant. My mind raced wildly ahead, picturing us out at her ranch, a group of children bedded down nearby for the night, a crackling fire burning itself out, and the two of us, side by side with only a blanket of stars above to cover us.

My god, did I truly realize the implications of such sudden and urgent thoughts? Surely it couldn't be just some biochemical reaction to our dinner that made me think along these lines. And it couldn't be the magical look in this young woman's eyes that drew me into such flights of fancy! I couldn't help but look at her and wonder.

I thought of the long, tense, steamy and fearful nights in Viet Nam, when I dreamed and prayed of being back home and safe; I remembered the tough, hard nights at home wondering where my next meal might come from. Yet somehow, in her eyes, I saw the flicker of understanding, a nuance of character that told me that she knew the pain and was determined to help alleviate suffering however she could. How I admired her work that she didn't need to do, but did anyway!

"Is something wrong?" Samantha asked, taking a little check of herself that made me realize that I had been staring.

"No, everything is just wonderful," I answered. "Well except for this." I reached over and brushed my napkin at an errant scrap of spinach at the corner of her pretty little mouth. My fingers wanted to stray onto her soft cheek for a quick little caress, and the way she tilted her head and the look in her eye told me that she wouldn't deny that desire.

 

[Tammi]

Samantha Davis

I saw the distant look in his eyes after his comment about sleeping outside and I recalled reading information about him being in Viet Nam. It brought back memories of the letter’s I had received from my older brother when he was over there. It had broken my heart reading many of them, the sadness and the fear he had expressed in them. He had gotten injured after not quite a year of being there and he returned home having to spend the rest of his life in a wheel chair.

Even with all the money my family had, there was nothing that anyone could do to help him. He died several years later due to complications from his injury. As young as I was I still recalled him sitting outside looking up at the sky with such a sadness in his heart, wishing back for the time when he enjoyed all the things he couldn’t do being in a wheel chair. He was the reason I bought the ranch five years ago and opened it for disabled and underprivileged children. Although his death had been long ago, it was something I had always thought about doing and finally had been able to.

I looked up at the Senator, realizing I had gotten lost in my own thoughts for a time and I noticed he was staring, or so I thought.

"Is something wrong?" I asked.

"No, everything is just wonderful," he answered. When he wiped the napkin at the corner of my mouth, his touch and the look in his eyes went right through me and I was pretty sure he could tell. What was it about him that made my heart race and my head spin making me want to toss reality to the wind and get lost in the clouds with him? I had to get a grip here, I told myself.

Claude brought our salads and we continued talking and laughing about things in general, especially both of our busy schedules. I wasn’t sure if the wine was relaxing me or being in his company, watching his smile and listening to his laughter, that was affecting me, but it was a very warm and pleasant feeling. As we continued to eat and talk, we also continued exchanging looks and smiles that we both knew could have hidden meanings.

When our salads bowls were taken and our dinner was brought, I looked at the Crab Alfredo Fettuccini placed in front of me and giggled. Claude looked at me asking if something was wrong, quite bothered that I had done this.

“I’m sorry Claude, it looks delicious. It’s just that when I order this, I am not sure if it’s because I really enjoy it or my overwhelming childish desire to slurp up the noodles, not that I would do that of course.”

Claude grinned, actually giving me a strange look. When he left our table I looked back at Robby, noticing the smile on his face and both of us burst out laughing.

“I don’t think Claude would approve of slurping!” I said mischievously, and then continued with a charming smile, my eyes toying with him as they had done on and off through dinner. “So Robby, when you’re not busy with your political schedule, campaigning or wining and dining people like myself, what is that you do for relaxation or entertainment?”

 

[Miltone]

Senator Robert Holmes

As I pulled my hand back, the most amazing look came over Samantha's face; for a moment it was as if all of her protective barriers had fallen away and I could see right through inside to her most deep and personal thoughts; there was pain and difficulty that I would never expect from someone with so privileged and cushy a background, yet I felt a strong kinship with that feeling and it touched me deeply.

But just then Claude brought our salads and the moment turned light and friendly again. I don't remember if she had made the first smart little joke or I did, but our mood brightened and we spent the rest of the meal in delightful conversation. As she joked with our waiter about slurping her fettuccini, I could she open up and blossom like a rose, the warmth and radiance of her personality absolutely charming.

There were looks and glances and a few leading comments that added to the intrigue. Could she tell that my interest had shifted dramatically from a charming but political bent toward something more personal? I was concerned since I had not yet having received a report from Johnny and his people about Samantha, and I was flying blind here. But I didn't care. And when she asked me about relaxation and entertainment, I had to laugh aloud.

"Oh, don't I wish there were time for such things," I chuckled. "But really if I had the opportunity, when I have the chance, there are many things that I enjoy. I love being outdoors, I love reading and listening to great music, but I especially enjoy the friendship of good friends and family. Not that there is time for that of late. I guess of all the sacrifices that I've had to make over the past few months, the intimacy of good friends is what I miss the most."

I smiled bravely, but her expression told me that she saw through my thin bravada. And as I looked at her in return I felt that perhaps there was something similar in her that was lacking.

"So tell me, what are your favorite pastimes when you're left to your own devices?" I asked, hoping that she could see my earnest desire for her honest answer.