CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Now there was no doubt in the mind of Bull Hardin, big-time politician, that he could use a girl like Lisa on his staff.
Oh, she couldn't type, and didn't know a thing about steno, but what the hell, she didn't have to be perfect. He would put her on his staff and she could sit around the office and decorate it, for she was charming to look at, with her cat-green eyes and silky skin and gleaming golden hair.
He could, in his moments of weariness, look at her luscious lips, and think of all the fun things they could do with his c**k, and that would instantly lighten his load.
He had lots of responsibilities in Washington for he had to take care of his part of the country, make sure that the voters of his state got their fair share of government spending. And that took s
