Once, I was traveling with an incumbent Congressman who still is a client of mine to an event in one of his remote counties. I knew the location we were traveling to, and I warned my client that the owner of the location was quite lovely. I proceeded further to tell him that he would want to run his hand up her thigh, but he should refrain (for many reasons) because she was married.
Upon arrival, I noticed the gleam in the Congressman's eye, and before you knew it, he wanted a picture with the attractive lady and her mother. The mother was clearly more the Congressman's age, but that was not his style. When I focused the lense, I noticed the Congressman wrapped his arms around both women (he was in the middle), and his hands were low. Sure enough, the dirty old man had his hands on both women's thighs, and he gave me a wink just before I snapped the picture. Wish I could tell you who it was, but then this story would lose me a client and not be any fun.
4 comments:
What kind of weirdo are you? Who would say something like that?
Did you fly to this "location" in your private jet?
So you're in the business of escorting old pervs around the sticks?
That's rich. :) Love the story... unlike the three previous sticks in the mud!
Southern Gent.
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