”“I’ll do what I can to help, ma’am.”“Suzette, please,” she said with a charming smile.Taylor didn’t spend a lot of time around politi...ians, and those he had met always came off as slimy. He was taken aback by the sheer charisma this woman radiated. Of course, she was a significantly different caliber of politician than those he’d met before.“Suzette,” he said and gestured for her to take a seat in a large, stuffed chair while he sat next to Whitaker on the couch.“My problem,” she said,. "Taking a bottle from the refrigerator, she poured herself a glass oforange juice."I'd like you to record your thoughts and feelings as you change ... ifyou do. You can use one of my tape recorders, so you don't get writer'scramp."He shut off the faucet."Why?"Jac gave him her best disarming smile."Fair question." She motioned him to follow her to the office, where shepulled an old leatherbound volume from a bookcase."Like a lot of people back then, one of my ancestors ... the owner ofthat. I served Cynthia and Mr. Scott broiled salmon on a linen covered tablewith silver settings and massive candelabra. A pinon pine fire in thefireplace perfumed the air, perfectly complementing the crisp Chardonnayand the broiled salmon. I served a terimasu, which I learned to make forthis occasion, and went into the kitchen to get the coffee service. When Ientered the dining area, Mr. Scott looked at me thoughtfully for a second,and I got the impression that Cynthia and he had been talking about. She said she had always been attracted to men much older than herself, and had formed crushes on a few older celebrity-types.This girl shattered all of my preconceptions regarding older/younger relationships. She was very mature, very smart, and we had a long conversation on a variety of topics. I was floored when she told me she was 18; I couldn't believe it. She was 18 going on 29.She informed me that she was from a midwestern state, but was going to be coming to Boston in the fall to.