Darin Ramsey knew her type the instant she walked into his office. She was made up tastefully and wore several rings, diamond, sapphire, emerald, all quite large. Very fleshy, he thought to himself, imagining her naked. Pulchritudinous was the term for her kind. She had come to do volunteer work for his candidate. She was bored, she didn't have to say that, he could read it in her eyes. She was hungry.

He gave her a task, and a couple days later she came back. Her visits were unpredictable, desultory. She didn't speak much. She looked at him a lot. He made up his mind to take her.

One day he needed to pick up something at the pharmacy and asked Judy to walk with him. She brightened and went with him happily. She had a smudge on her cheek; Darin didn't need to be told her husband beat her. She had quite marvelous breasts, he thought, very large. Like many large breasted women she was not particularly intelligent and had an almost comically low self-esteem. Any masculine attention thrilled her and made her exhibit signs of submission.

It was her ass and legs that Darin liked the most. He wondered about her crotch, making a wager in his mind that the hair (if any) would be dark, rather than the blonde of her expensive coif.

He bought a cherry coke for her and pretzels for himself, which they shared. They sat outside under an awning, talking aimlessly, watching people walk by. He dared a personal question or two and she admitted her husband David was obsessive. He smiled and asked her if David had reason to be. "After all, you are a very attractive woman," and he slid his hand over hers. Her hand drew back slightly, she was afraid, then she relaxed. Darin was very handsome and self-assured.

"He thinks I have affairs, but I don't. I mean, not really."

They went out like this every few days for a couple of weeks. Darin became more forceful, holding her hand, even giving her kisses that could pass for casual pecks. She began to bloom. She wore somewhat more revealing clothes, blouses that were not unbuttoned to show her bosom, once a peach pant suit that clung to her butt. That was his favorite outfit. He made a note to himself to have her wear it again.

She confessed to Darin that about once a week, in desperation, she would go to a bowling alley some 25 miles from her home, and sit in the bar, drinking mineral water, and sometimes a man would take her to a motel room. "But it's not an affair, Darin," she explained, pursing her lips trying to explain it to herself as much as to him.

"No, of course not," he assured her, "It's just a little release, that's all. Every woman needs a man's....company....now and then. Yes?"

She smiled thinly, tentatively, and her eyes almost glowed; he noticed the flare of her nostrils and knew she wanted him, wanted him now. But he deliberately went slow. This one was a real prize, and he wanted her, when she fell, to fall hard, so she could never leave him or refuse him.

A week later he took her from the office at 10 am. He told his staff he wouldn't be back until the next day. "I want you to come see my apartment," he told her. They took the subway to Georgetown and she was excited to see how tasteful and elegant his home was. Fresh flowers in expensive vases, a few pieces of modern art on the walls, and Chihuly glass everywhere.

Darin said, "I must tell you, or have I before? I have a girlfriend, her name is Marge."

"Oh," Judy said, not surprised, for how could a man as handsome and strong as Darin not have a woman? "No, you hadn't."

"She lives here," he went on. "But she's at school."

Judy pictured a girl--a rival if she were to be honest with herself--looking somewhat like herself but being much younger, early twenties. Many men of Darin's age, especially those with good looks and influence, date younger women.

Darin offered Judy wine, which she declined, knowing that even one glass would be on her breath when she got home to her jealous husband.

They sat on a couch and Darin said "You have truly marvelous breasts, Judy, is it okay if I tell you that?"

"I've heard that before!" she laughed. She felt fluttery excitement, knowing in her simple-minded way that she was about to be seduced.....(cont)