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heavy breasts.  “Um… has Logan seen this?” he asked clumsily and waved towards Leila.
    Elise still held Leila by the shoulders; the two stared at him blankly.  “He’s late!” Elise spouted finally.
    “His loss,” the Senator said, shaking his head.  “Damned boy is always a day late and a dollar short!”  David turned and headed out the doorway.  “Patricia wants to teach me about politics,” he added with sarcasm.  “We’ll be in my office when dinner’s ready.”  With that, he disappeared into the hallway with Patricia at his heels.
    “Ugh… men are such bears!  Leila, promise me you’ll forgive Logan for being late?”
    Leila was taken with Elise’s charm; the woman could make the devil himself happy.  “He’s already forgiven!”
    Elise cheered, “Good! Now sit down and fill me in on everything about yourself!”
     

 
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    Patricia walked into David’s office; the steam emanating from the top of her head was nearly visible.  She spun around and faced him so abruptly that David was forced to stop suddenly, and the scotch in his glass rolled over the edge slightly.  “Damn it Patricia!” he shook his hand wildly in the air to rid it of the spilled liquid.
    “Don’t start that shit with me!”  The forefinger of her right hand was perched near David’s left eyeball.  Fumes flew from her eyes, “Keep your nasty hands off my daughter!” she spat.  “She’s off limits!  Do you hear me David?  Out of bounds?  Off fucking limits!”
    David shook his head, “Oh for Pete’s sake Patricia, put your panties back on.  I get the message.”
    “Well you better have it loud and clear mister because; if you fuck my child I’ll have your cock hanging over my mantel!”
    “It’d make a nice work of art!” David laughed.
    Even Patricia had to laugh with him, and then shook her head, “I’m dead serious David, off limits.”
    “Off limits,” he repeated.
     

 
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    Logan may have disappointed his parents by not being there on time, but it actually was a little easier for Leila.  This way she could just observe and take her mental notes without having to be involved too deeply in any topic of conversation.  Besides, she really didn’t want to complicate her summer goals with the distraction of a skinny, aloof, and silver spooned spoiled brat.
    Dinner was a blur of incredible food.  There wasn’t a restaurant in New England that could match the Gracie’s skills in the kitchen.  Each course was appetizing and appealing to all senses.  Leila found her mind drifting lazily.  The hum of the conversation, which thankfully didn’t include her, went on uninterrupted as a monotone blur of background noise.  It allowed her to concentrate on the McNarry’s.  She them sized up, preparing to write down her impressions later that night.
    Elise McNarry was a tall, beautiful woman, dignified in every way.  Each move she made, whether it be raising her glass or eating her meal, was a complete lesson in grace and elegance.  Her blonde hair was only a few shades darker than Leila’s, but her eyes were a startling shade of green that seemed magical.  Leila had never seen another woman quite like Elise:  she was fascinating.  At first you felt as though she wore her entire heart on her sleeve, ready to explode with emotion at any given second.  Leila knew that wasn’t the case.  She had the feeling that Elise McNarry was a master of controlling her world.  It was as though the people surrounding her were allowed to believe they were entitled to independent thought and actions, but only as long as it didn’t interfere with Elise’s plans.  The cheerfulness she exuded was nothing more than a detail in the carefully put together mirage that was Elise McNarry.  Leila couldn’t help but marvel at the way she handled herself; they were all mere apprentices beneath her… only they didn’t know it.  Leila saw her though, as clear as the sparkle in