Warm sunlight streamed in through the windows of the presidential suite on the fifth floor of the Four Seasons Hotel in Washington D.C.
Delia Case, at thirty-nine already sporting a full head of silver hair, had her eyelids quiver slightly with the light's touch, eventually being teased awaken by the sun from her dreams.
She sat up lazily from the bed, first bowing her head and closing her eyes to ponder last night's experiences, then raising her head to glance at the young man still deeply asleep beside her, his body adorned with well-defined muscles.
He was a new intern lawyer provided by one of her friends.
To women like them, who were too busy to stop and could only solve their physiological needs through call services, these handsome, well-built, freshly graduated law school boys were shared like free gigolos.
Last night, this guy, apart from being a bit unskilled, was quite satisfactory in other aspects.
