Mentorship

"C'mere, toots," Gerald said, his hand on her lower back. There were boundaries, as Elizabeth had reminded him. Looking was one thing. But touching had its limits. As she looked at him crossly, his hand inched back up to the correct side of the threshold.

"Elizabeth Castle, meet Barbie Putnam," Gerald said, waving the blonde beauty over and mopping her brow. Elizabeth recognized her of course. She was an all-star in these circles. Married to a former jock, helping mold him to the highest office of the land, and doing so while retaining her femininity, sexuality, and perkiness.

"Well, well," she said, smiling slyly. "I believe the RNC has asked me to help ... mentor ... you, Elizabeth. I'm sure we'll be very good friends."