The next day dawned bright and clear, and Nancy Connors took that as a good sign. She sighed and settled back on her fluffy flowered pillows on her bed as the sun streamed in through the window, making a delicate lace pattern upon the thick lime green carpet. Just then the telephone rang and Nancy gave a little start at its melodious notes, having forgotten for a moment that there were things that a candidate's wife should do if she wanted her husband elected.
The familiar voice of her husband's secretary came across the wire, and Nancy realized that she hadn't spoken to her in quite a while. It was usually her custom to stop by her husband's headquarters to read any mail addressed to her and to help the secretary answer it. But she
hadn't even called in since her rendezvous with Dan Michaels the other day. She felt a pang of guilt since she was usually very good about keeping in contact and answering the many letters of support and suggestions that she received every week. Nancy knew that her name was on the lips of every teenage girl in the state since she had initiated her Girls' Athletic Project, setting up clubs all across the state for young girls interested in sports that would provide all of the gear and coaching for talented girls, something that boys had always taken for granted. With all the equipment, it gave the girls the same chance as boys to compete against each other.
Nancy was very proud that she herself had thought of the idea, even though it was Steve who had suggested that if she got involved in something good for the state that by the time the election rolled around, their names would be household words.
Nancy had taken it from there and, of course, had had the help of many women's clubs throughout the state in setting up the program
"Oh, I'm sorry, Audrey. I just haven't had much time lately ..."
"I know, your husband told me; and I wouldn't have bothered you if it weren't for all the calls I've been getting from Dan Michaels."
"Dan? Calling ... you ... What did he say?" Nancy could feel her heart pounding harder.
"Well, he's on the line right now, says he's got to speak with you, but he won't tell me what it's about. He's been calling now for a couple of days. I've been wondering why he was calling here when I know he has your home phone number, so finally I thought I'd ask you about it!" Audrey's voice sounded concerned, and Nancy realized that she must say nothing that would alarm her husband's secretary.
You must remain calm, she told herself. Even though your pussy has just raged out of control at the thought of what Dan is up to this time, making it hard to concentrate. It was obviously some new game he wanted to play, or maybe it was the old one, the one that they had made up last week. Her pussy thrilled at the thought. She had gotten hotter over that one than any other one they had come up with so far. If he had decided to go on with it, it would be sheer heaven!
"Dan Michaels," Nancy heard her own voice saying into the phone. "You say he's on the line now? Yes, I'll speak with him."
"Okay, I'll speak to you later." The secretary's voice clicked off, and then established the special telephone connection that would enable Dan's call to be transferred to the Connors's home phone.
Nancy felt something within her light up ever so slightly as she heard Dan's familiar voice on the telephone. She could not suppress a shiver of delight, and she drew her blue colored silk robe up around her neck as she listened to what he had to say.
"Oh, Mrs. Connors, I'm so glad I've gotten through to you at last. I just had to reach you. I was wondering if we could change that appointment we made? You see, I'd rather not wait until next week because my stereo tape deck might break down, and I couldn't take that with what I have planned and all. I'd like to see you again sooner, Mrs. Connors ... about the contents of the tapes, that is ... before anything happens to them!"
In keeping with Dan's lines, Nancy screamed into the phone. "All I want is both of those tapes, Dan!"
Her face was flushed and her lips tense as the fingers of one hand clenched into a fist and the others clutched at the receiver.
"Don't try to pressure me, you bastard. I'll be there next Monday as I said--and you'd better have them for me or else! I will be there precisely at 3:00 p.m." He had teased her the first time, and it was her turn to do the same to him.