She groaned and opened her eyes, expecting to see the sculpted ceiling of the Rose House bedroom. Instead she was confused to see rough bars above her...head.She turned her head to assess her surroundings further but that set off what felt like a battering ram in her head and neck. The sudden pain made her eyes slam shut and her stomach lurch. She held very still until the barbarian horde retread and her stomach settled. With much more caution she opened her eyes again, moving slowly in an effort. The aide and I sat across the table from our bosses. The aide was an easy going, all business-like guy, about twenty-five. The Speaker talked with Pete about some legislation that was pending on the docket and said he would be favorable to moving things around in exchange for some “quid pro quo.” All this political-speak was Greek to me.I leaned over to the Speaker’s aid and whispered that I was new to the political scene and didn’t understand “quid pro quo”.“It means the Speaker wants. I had to do something to distract myself or I was going to drown in my own saliva. I forced myself to continue working on my homework until the pizza arrived.From the minute I opened the front door the smell hit me and started driving me crazy. I had to swallow constantly to keep from drooling! I paid the delivery man and slammed the door. I rushed to the kitchen and put a couple of slices on a plate. I got a cold Coke out of the refrigerator and enjoyed a fucking feast! It was almost as good. When I barreled into the office I saw Gene cooly sitting in his chair. A beautiful blonde sat in one of Gene’s expensive office chairs. She turned to look up at me. I learned quickly she was a highly respected CEO of a foreign cosmetic company. She was exceptionally beautiful. Her alluring accent was soft, probably from years of traveling, when she spoked. Her shoulder length, golden hair draped over her pink tweed suit. I could smell her expensive perfume. It tickled my nose. Apart from being.