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Miranda rights. She is not here under coercion and has not been tendered any offer with respect to any subsequent charges in exchange for her appearing here today. Correct?”
    â€œCorrect,” said Abica’s attorney.
    â€œAlright, Ms. Abica, please tell us your current legal residence.”
    â€œ417 Eight Street, NE, the District of Columbia.”
    â€œHow long have you lived there?”
    â€œA year and half.”
    â€œAnd your current occupation?”
    â€œI’m a law student at Georgetown University, in the night school program, in my third year. I also work at Adult Alternatives.”
    â€œHow long have you been in that occupation?”
    â€œFour years.”
    â€œHow did you first come into that kind of work?”
    â€œI had a roommate who had a friend who advertised her services on the Internet. One night she came over to the apartment, and we talked. I asked her if the money was good. She said it was. She referred me to Adult Alternatives.”
    â€œYou went there for an interview?”
    â€œYes.”
    â€œAnd you were hired.”
    â€œCorrect.”
    â€œHow many clients do you have?”
    â€œHundreds. But my regulars are about thirty.” She seemed to bristle with pride. “I’m one of the more popular girls.”
    â€œHow long had Senator Miller been your client?”
    â€œI think the first time I had a session with him was last April. So roughly fifteen months.”
    â€œHow did he first contact you?”
    â€œThrough the Web site.”
    The attorney from the DA’s office made a note on her legal pad.
    â€œDid he say what he wanted in terms of your services?”
    â€œRole-playing, mostly. You know, playing nurse and schoolteacher. Sometimes we would reverse roles. He had me dress up like one of his staff members, and he would spank me.” She paused as the men’s eyes widened. “Over time he got more into bondage and domination. He became more willing to take risks and be adventurous. He was comfortable with me.”
    â€œDid he ever say why he wanted to avail himself of your services?”
    She shrugged. “Men with as much power as he had like being powerless. When he was with me, he was my submissive, and I was completely in charge. It was a rush for him.”
    â€œI see,” deadpanned Browne. “How much did he pay per session? Was it an hourly charge? Was there a set rate?”
    â€œFive hundred dollars for an hour session. I kept half, the rest went to the service. He was a good tipper. He usually gave me a $250 tip, sometimes more.”
    â€œHow did he pay?”
    â€œCash. Always cash. That’s how most of them paid.”
    â€œDid you and Senator Miller ever have intimate relations?”
    â€œYou mean did we have sex?”
    â€œYes.”
    Abica turned to her attorney. He nodded. “No,” she said firmly. “It wasn’t about sex. It was about power.”
    The attorney from the DA’s office and Browne made eye contact, seemingly unconvinced. “How often did you see him?” asked Browne.
    â€œTwo or three times a month. Less when Congress was out of session.”
    â€œDid you know who he was?”
    â€œNot at first. But a few months after he started coming in, I saw him on television.”
    â€œDid you tell him you saw him on TV and knew who he was?”
    â€œNo.”
    â€œDid he ever express concern his relationship with you would become known?”
    â€œNo. He knew he could trust me to be discreet. And I was . . . until this happened. He was hardly the only well-known man I’ve had as client. I’ve had a lot of them.”
    â€œBut none more so than him?” asked Browne. “Was he the most prominent client you had?”
    Amber pursed her lips. “Perhaps.” She turned to her attorney. “I don’t have to get specific about members of Congress or the administration, do I?”
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