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didn’t sit well with the senator’s wife
and some of his supporters. So she got shuffled to the most
prestigious and most expensive stylist in Washington DC for a
makeover that included the shearing of her long hair and a quick
death to her wardrobe of stylish clothes. Kimberly needed her job,
her family needed her to have this job, too much for her to
object.
    The wool in her skirt that rubbed beneath
the lining itched like hell. It took every effort to recall the
focusing lessons she’d learned in Miss Margaret’s School of
Etiquette, another DC institution, not to rip the skirt up and itch
away like a dog with fleas. The shrill tone of Benji’s voice
brought Kimberly back to attention.
    “Damn, if that man weren’t worth millions
I’d never have to listen to his drivel again.”
    Benji placed his now free hand on Kimberly’s
upper thigh while she echoed a similar thought about not having to
put up with the Senator’s increasing sexual advances, only in her
head of course. She glued the familiar sympathetic smile on her
face--another learned habit from Miss Margaret. She’d initially
found all the things she’d learned at etiquette class insulting,
and implementing them on a day-to-day basis exhausting. But her
reactions were becoming more rote now and, as much as she hated to
admit, rather helpful in a number of situations.
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    When his cell phone rang, Senator Burwick
watched his assistant reached to get it, undaunted by the fact that
he’d placed the phone directly on his crotch. He took advantage of
every opportunity to make Kimberly touch him whenever possible.
Having the phone vibrate on his crotch and watching her cup it with
her delicate fingers was one of the few pleasures of his day. He
knew he was crossing a line with her, and he knew if her daddy were
alive and saw the way he treated her he’d put a boot in his
ass.
    Danny Weston hadn’t done a whole lot with
his short life since graduating from Hailey high school where he
and Benji had been inseparable. But he’d certainly produced one
hell of a looker in his youngest daughter. Thanks to those
etiquette classes, she didn’t even put up a protest or flinch
anymore when his hand casually touched her breast or rubbed her
behind. Benji’s daughter was just a year older than Kimberly, but
he didn’t think there was anything wrong with showing the girl how
things worked in the big city.
    His long time assistant Meryl was getting
ready to retire when Danny’s widow had called asking to take him up
on his offer. He’d initially regretted his off the cuff condolence
that Mary Beth Weston had taken as a genuine offer of help. She’d
asked him to hire her daughter, Kimberly, fresh from two years at
Junior college with an associate’s degree in bookkeeping that
seemed to be the equivalent of lip pouting and gum smacking.
Fortunately for Mrs. Weston, the good Senator had a soft spot for
grieving daughters with perky breasts and a nice, tight ass. With a
little grooming she’d turned out to be a real asset in the last few
months.
    “Senator, its Tommy Thornton from Hailey
returning your call,” Kimberly said softly while cupping her hand
over the mouthpiece.
    Benji’s jaw clenched as he reached for the
phone. He couldn’t believe the dimwitted Thornton had hooked the
widow Woodward up with A.J. Dodge. The man had been a thorn in
Benji’s side for years, and now he was butting his nose into
something that didn’t concern him. Dodge’s involvement could ruin
his carefully laid plans. Benji had already counted on Mrs.
Woodward being ready to sell.
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    “Senator Burwick,” Tommy said with
exaggerated enthusiasm. Speaking with the Senator made his
indigestion kick into high gear. “I’m assuming you called about
Mrs. Woodward?”
    “You know I am, Thornton. How’s she getting
along down there?”
    “Well, Sir, it’s only been a few days, but
she seems to be adjusting just fine. She’s a real nice lady and the
town has kind of taken her