Wednesday, February 1, 2017
"In a Capitol City, locked in a hot and streamy summer, rocked by the dishonest leadership of a tyrannical President, two people from two different worlds collide. After facing each other down in a Sub Committee on Rotary Funds, in a Conference room with failing air conditioning, Grant Manning and Isolde Devereaux were on opposite sides of the argument over the amortization of debt by closely held assets controled by Amalgamated International Incorporated. Released from their captivity by the sub committee chair, smashing down his gavel on the plith, they both found themselves spent by the elevators. Isolde's decolletage, glistening with dewy woman musk as her chest heaved in the cooling air. Her eyes were ashamed at home they soaked up the image of Grant's shirt, clinging to his perfectly sculpted chest. He reached into his suit jacket and pulled out an unopened towelette from the Chinese carryout, riped it open in his manly hands and offered it to her. "Would m'lady care for a refreshing towelette?" "Yes," she replied, "yes, I would."