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Even though I've been sneaking looks at him since he walked in because my mind won't quit the slide show of this morning.
The coffee and pastries and quick kiss hello.
The absolute rush on both our parts to get naked.
The first orgasm.
The sound of his voice behind me.
The second orgasm.
The mix of feelings afterwards of wanting him to stay in bed so I could cling to him and trail my nails up and down his back as we snuggled while also wanting to claw his eyes out.
Maybe I was a cat in a past life.
"Thank you, Senator," I say and leave it at that because what am I supposed to say? I got railed and it released a lot of my stress? That I'm counting down the hours until 7:00 tonight because that's when Austin is getting back in my pants?
Or pencil skirt as it were.
We practice a few debate questions and the AI Media answers are good. The senator knows how to adjust her rehearsed responses with the new lines she's given. Part of being in politics is performing and when you're a woman all eyes are on you, expecting nothing short of perfection.
The thought makes me question whether I really want to run for office. I'm not good at thinking on my toes. I get flustered and nervous and rarely experience the flow state I achieve when I'm writing. I’ve known this ever since I ran for student council.
I remember what my dad said when I told him I wanted to run and bring back after-school programs that had been cancelled because of budget cuts. He told me that I was the girl who could get it done and that the students could count on me.
Those sentiments stuck with me as my mom helped me make glitter paint campaign signs. I spent every spare moment I had figuring out how I would find the money for the programs.
“No one else was going to do it” became my motto.
By the end of the school year, I had secured enough funding to bring back all the original programs and add two more. And I was the first student to be invited to sit on the county-wide school board.
And thus, a future public servant was born.
I’ve been backing people and causes I believe in my entire adult life. That track record is part of why cooperating with the TMC team is especially difficult for me. I don’t believe in AI generated content being the future. I don’t think it’s smart to rely so heavily on technology. I understand the advantage of being an early adapter but shouldn’t we wait to see if the app works first?
Austin and his team leave after lunch and I barely get my butt in my desk chair when Sam starts.
"Who did youhook up with last night?"
"What?" I laugh and keep my eyes down at my desk fearful that she'll figure it out just by looking at me.
"C'mon Maggie, I know you were seeing that Mike guy but you were not this relaxed after your date with him."
"You're right, Mike is nice, like really nice, and I like talking with him, he's smart."
"Buuuut…" then Sam gasps. "Oh my god! Did you meet your SMS Connect friend?"
"Ha, no. He's still just writing incredible text messages every night."
"So, who turned you into this Sex On The Beach version of Maggie Collins today?"
"Can't say."
"Ew Maggie," Sam gags, "you hired an escort?!"
"NO!" I yell out and then, after double checking the door is closed, I whisper to confirm it, "No. I did not hire an escort.Iknow who it was but I'm not going to tellyouwho it was."
"Can I guess?"
