Stone Temple Pilots – Sex Type Thing
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Another day is spent as the road to Philadelphia is traveled, with an eventual stop in Oklahoma City for the evening.  But other paths are being taken and crossed on this late afternoon into early evening.  For Senator Grisham, it’s the end of another day of bickering back and forth with other politicians.  For Ms. Grisham, there’s always a set mental schedule that she abides by.  Wake up in the morning, prepare for the day, dress professionally yet sexy if only for her own well being, deal with the daily grind of Washington, DC Politics and then at the end of the day, wind things down and slip into something comfortable while keeping an eye on the media.  There’s no such thing as a slow day for her.  Today is no exception, as she closes the door behind her to her apartment.  Almost automatically, the pumps are the first to go as she kicks them across the living room.  She can pick them up later as far as she’s concerned.  In her bedroom, she frees the jewelry from her person, setting it all back in their respective places.  She takes a deep breath and sighs as she reaches down and undoes her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, surrounding her ankles.  More freedom for her body is to come as she begins pulling down her hose.  It’s one of the things she looks most forward to at the end of the day, but as she makes it halfway down her legs, she hears the doorbell ring.  She looks towards the direction of the door to her apartment with utter contempt.

Grisham: This better be worth it…

Grisham pulls her hose back up around her waist, then pulls her skirt back up to the appropriate position around her waist.  She’s not going to bother with the shoes however as she walks to the door.  The doorbell rings again and Grisham checks through the peephole.  She’s annoyed for a second, but decides to open the door anyway.

Grisham: The Hell do you want?

Irwin: …I need your help.

Grisham: It’s a little late in the day to be wanting bipartisanship, don’t you think?

Irwin: Look…this isn’t about Politics.

Grisham raises an eyebrow.