Her lab coat was astray, and Sir Faraday found his gaze instantly and irrevocably riveted on her bosom (as scientists were wont to refer to that regio... of the female anatomy in the late 19 th Century). Hermione – being the chaste virginal maiden that she was – immediately smirked at this latest demonstration of female superiority over men, and then pulled her lab coat shut, feigning indifference. She muttered some pleasantry about the weather and made her exit. Faraday regained control over. My head was empty for a moment, than filled with one thought."Congressman Johnson!" I said out loud. "Are you a minor?" I asked Sam."I'm 19 going on 40," she said.Congressman Johnson was a freak, but only I knew that. He liked them young. Another Madame, one without any heart, was supplying him with young flesh across state lines. It was a federal case, but the Feds didn't know. I was putting it together. I knew Johnson's power. He must have gotten to the kid I interrogated. Shit."Get dressed. It was not until we had settled down with a glass of wine, my hand stroking her thigh through her skirt though not suggestively, that she said, “Just now, in the shower. I want you to know what that was about.” “Did it need to be about anything? You wanted to fuck – that’s always good.” “Of course, but I’ve been dealing with what we talked about earlier. Looking round the table at out staff meeting, I began wondering about the other women. How would it be with one of them? Was it something I. I don’t know why they call the event women’s when I don’t think I saw a single participant over sixteen years old. I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I heard a noise in my room. The light was on in the loo (another British word meaning toilet) with the door nearly shut. I could make only make out a figure. I reached for the bedside light and turned it on. When my eyes adjusted to the light I recognized one of the Olympic swimmers was standing next to my bed. Still wearing his skimpy.