I was sitting in the press section of the ballroom. Another speech to cover. This had been the routine all through the conference. One speech after another. I was beginning to get bored with the routine. It would be nice to have something to break up the conference, I thought. I barely noticed that the chair next to me at the table was empty.
A few minutes into the speech, I looked up and saw the famous columnist rushing in the door. She was nicely dressed in an elegant if low-cut sleeveless blouse and a nice skirt that barely reached her knees, and her face was familiar from her appearances on television. I had never met her, but I had seen her on television so often that I felt as if I knew her already.
She headed right for the empty chair next to me. I couldn't help but notice that her short skirt rustled as she walked. As she took the empty chair, she revealed her lovely legs. I was very aroused by the sight. I turned and smiled.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi." Michelle Malkin flashed her famous smile and nodded.
"I'm a reader of your column," I said. "I'm pleased to meet one of my favorite columnists."
"Thank you," she said. Again Michelle nodded and smiled. She had a very captivating smile. I continued to take notes on the speech, but I couldn't resist taking a few glances at Michelle. I kept thinking about that short skirt and her lovely figure. I had to admit, she looked good. I caught myself daydreaming about what it would be like to get inside her. What a yummy treat she would be!
A couple of minutes later, I felt Michelle's leg against mine. Now I felt her hand on my thigh. There was something in her hand. It was a plastic card.
"714," she whispered, and she let go of the card. I smiled as I discreetly put it in my pocket.
Once again Michelle rubbed her thigh against mine. Again she placed her hand on my thigh. I put mine on her leg. She smiled. My hand started to creep inside her skirt.
