The show host had played selected clips from the fund raiser.They were furious; one, that I was bashing their candidate and two, that I was acting lik... a candidate and three, that I was fundraising like a candidate without filing the appropriate federal forms with the Federal Election commission. I was not too politely informed that they had filed an official complaint with the Federal Election commission.They also informed me that I better not do any more fundraisers until the commission had. Tube in my hand became damp and I realized I was still anxious nervously about this even though I felt excitement, too. The name plate next to the door read, Stanley Peterson. I made a point of learning the names of the executives in case I met them. Mr. Peterson was the VP over Ms. Benson, so over Sara and down to me.Ms. Benson rapped on the door jam and entered without waiting for an invitation. Sara followed and I behind her more timidly. He looked up from his laptop, a smile forming on his. She even risked kissing Jake as he reluctantly left for his next class.The kiss didn't go unnoticed. Gloria Sanchez couldn't believe her eyes. Right there on the mezzanine in full view of the main floor, the ultra-conservative Lesa Crews kissed a boy too young to be a student right on the mouth! Could he be related to her? No, there was too much passion, the kiss lasted too long for him to be her son or a nephew. This deserved closer examination. As she watched the boy leave, she was sure she. "I took off my shirt and unzipped my shorts, and Debbie loosened her clothing. We cuddled on the couch, waiting for Janice to wake up. Some time later during a particularly steamy kiss, I heard Janice's voice."Hi, I'm Janice."Debbie backed away from me and said, "I'm Debbie. Nice to meet you." There was a rosy tint to her cheeks, and I laughed softly to myself. She wasn't ready to proclaim her preference to the world just yet.Janice glared at me and didn't offer her hand to Debbie."Are you ok.