06-02-2012, 11:47 AM
Here's an excerpt from the expanded Chapter 1:
"Damn!". I was late again.
"You're late", the event coordinator snapped at me. "Get your gear set up and start working the Willow Room first. That's where the big players will be gathering and should be a good opportunity to catch some glad handing."
I grabbed my battery pack and wrapped headphones around my neck. Lifting the video camera out of the bag, I connected the battery and flipped on the power. The camera whirred to life as an array of green and red LED lights flashed during startup. A quick kick to my camera back sent it underneath a folding table, and I was on my way to an event that would change many lives forever.
Plugging in the headphone jack and scrolling through some audio settings, I walked quickly down the hallway staring at my tiny LCD screen. So engrossed in what I was doing, I nearly walked right past the Willow Room. "Pull it together Rielle - pretend this isn't your first time", I thought to myself. Grabbing the brass handle of the mahogany door I took a deep breath and entered the room.
Before me mingled the largest Democratic donors in the south. I moved to the periphery of the room to blend in with the staff. As I scanned the room through my viewfinder, I fumbled to find the record button... damn new camera.
"Perhaps I can help?" a slightly feminine, southern accented voice whispered in my ear.
I turned and there he was - corn silky blond hair framing his angelic, yet somewhat weasely face. It was John Edwards. I stammered something unintelligible, a common occurrence for me actually. He put a spindly arm around my waist and the next thing I knew we were in a maintenance closet off of the Willow Room.
In an instant, all of my chakras opened wide - especially my sacral chakra. I felt the familiar tingle begin to build in my womb, which then spread and intensified across my entire body. My nipples strained against the elastic fabric of my sports bra, and I could feel the warmth oozing from the most feminine parts of my body.
I could feel John pressing against me, his hot breath caressing my neck as he maneuvered me against the wash sink. He deftly slid his freakishly soft and dainty hand inside the buttons of my blouse...
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"Damn!". I was late again.
"You're late", the event coordinator snapped at me. "Get your gear set up and start working the Willow Room first. That's where the big players will be gathering and should be a good opportunity to catch some glad handing."
I grabbed my battery pack and wrapped headphones around my neck. Lifting the video camera out of the bag, I connected the battery and flipped on the power. The camera whirred to life as an array of green and red LED lights flashed during startup. A quick kick to my camera back sent it underneath a folding table, and I was on my way to an event that would change many lives forever.
Plugging in the headphone jack and scrolling through some audio settings, I walked quickly down the hallway staring at my tiny LCD screen. So engrossed in what I was doing, I nearly walked right past the Willow Room. "Pull it together Rielle - pretend this isn't your first time", I thought to myself. Grabbing the brass handle of the mahogany door I took a deep breath and entered the room.
Before me mingled the largest Democratic donors in the south. I moved to the periphery of the room to blend in with the staff. As I scanned the room through my viewfinder, I fumbled to find the record button... damn new camera.
"Perhaps I can help?" a slightly feminine, southern accented voice whispered in my ear.
I turned and there he was - corn silky blond hair framing his angelic, yet somewhat weasely face. It was John Edwards. I stammered something unintelligible, a common occurrence for me actually. He put a spindly arm around my waist and the next thing I knew we were in a maintenance closet off of the Willow Room.
In an instant, all of my chakras opened wide - especially my sacral chakra. I felt the familiar tingle begin to build in my womb, which then spread and intensified across my entire body. My nipples strained against the elastic fabric of my sports bra, and I could feel the warmth oozing from the most feminine parts of my body.
I could feel John pressing against me, his hot breath caressing my neck as he maneuvered me against the wash sink. He deftly slid his freakishly soft and dainty hand inside the buttons of my blouse...
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