‘Small Town Tastes’
When cheating is not really cheating
“What’s he doing here,” she nodded to the body guard as the congressman sat down next to her.
He reached out and twisted a lock of her blond hair around his finger and offered her one of his election winning smiles. “I’m a congressman, Salina. My life’s not my own anymore, you know. But don’t worry about him,” he held her gaze. “He only sees what I want him to see.”
“And what about your wife?” She offered him a little pout.
He traced the strap of the dress along to the scoop neck line, wriggling his finger just beneath the fabric enough to make her catch her breath. “It pains me to say, she sees a little bit more than I want her to, that’s why we have to be discrete.”