The wife of Senator Tom Swanson, the
most coveted but untouchable wife he had ever met, an established,
conservative woman with an impeccable reputation, would not be
committing adultery in the back seat of Kenji Yamada’s car.
Notwithstanding that he was a successful businessman, polished,
sophisticated, a powerful looking fellow with exotically handsome
eyes. He was also notoriously married.
She looked at him, the moonlight spreading
across lips that now formed a challenging smile. Stifling his
doubts, goaded by the smile, he pulled the zipper down to her
waist.
“Kiss me,” was all Catherine
said as he lowered the gown.
He had never hungered for a woman
as he did for Catherine Swanson. It was love, but love of power;
it was the dream of forbidden fruit nurtured since boyhood; it
was the raw animal attraction; it was his circumstantial celibacy
now five days old; it was his age; and it was that life might
be escaping him without him having grabbed enough of it.