Hillary sat in the front passenger seat. She was the oldest by far: “I’m a sexy-genarian” she occasionally joked. She was also somewhat relaxed ...nd the most comfortable. She had blond hair which poured over her shoulders a bit—longer than it’s been for a couple decades; and her accent was a mix of Southern and mid-Atlantic. She occasionally told Lucy to relax in her driving: that she was doing fine.About 15 minutes from the CMNF Club, Hillary opened a small case and pulled out a flask of Jack. The many years of study under the Great Ones was finally paying off in spades. You lay before me in your Sara Wang dress, worth more money than I have ever made in a month’s time. I despise you for your wealth. I look at your pitiful situation and know it is much disserved. Some scratch and claw to gain the simplest things in life. My hands still feel the agony of life’s passage. You however, lay there with your five hundred dollar haircut and obvious nose job, everything handed to you your. She set the dining room table and stood by Burnside’s chair, waiting to seat her. Burnside came out, was seated and served, and then Wendy served herself and sat down. Burnside complemented Wendy on her help with the party last night. Then Burnside surprised Wendy with her next words. ‘I want you to call Amy this afternoon, and make arrangements to get together with her. I will allow you to go out with her any afternoon this week. You’ll have lunch with her and you may stay out until 5:00.. I had to throw the pan away, it was so bad!” That earned me a fair number of snickers!I got the Minute Rice ready to cook. That would only take about ten minutes total, so we had plenty of time to chat, another half hour or so, before I had to worry and do more than just watch and stir. Inevitably the conversation turned to business, our business - politics. The big discussion was with people tossing out names for who would run against Clinton in 1996. Bob Dole was named, and I knew he would.