"It sure is," Bob answered, recognizing the Senator who was one of the most powerful men in Congress.

"Jesus, he's handsome," Kim whispered, staring at the tall imposing man who appeared much younger than his fifty years.

"Would you like to meet him?" Bob asked the excited girl.

"Do you know him?" gasped Kim.

"Casually," answered Bob. "I've had occasional interviews with him.

"God, yes, I'd like to meet him!" she giggled excitedly.

Senator Dunkirk was considered one of the most powerful and interesting persons in Washington. His pictures were constantly in the press, including the covers of both Time and Newsweek.

"Good evening, Senator," Bob smiled, leading Kim over to the imposing figure.

"Hello there, Bob," he beamed in a resonant voice as he warmly grasped the young man's hand. "Nice to see you again."

"Thank you, Senator," Bob smiled, turning his eyes to Kim. "I'd like you to meet Miss Kim Sterling, a new arrival in our city from Kansas."

"And a very pretty addition to any community," the Senator smiled, taking the girl's hand.

A wild excitement raced through her trembling body as he continued holding her hand while his eyes moved slowly down from her fresh young face to the deep soft cleavage between her ripe, half-exposed tits.

Kim could hardly believe she was actually standing there talking to the famous Senator Dunkirk. The girl was shaking like a leaf when Bob led her away to meet some other people.

"He looks just like his pictures," she whispered, glancing back over her shoulder at the man who was still watching her.

"Most people do," Bob laughed. "That's why they invented the camera."

As the evening progressed, Kim was very much aware that the Senator was constantly watching her from across the room. It was terribly exciting to the girl to know that the famous man was paying so much attention to her.