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I’s I got waxed a few days ago so I’ood down there I have erie from La Perla A very expensive strip of lace black cloth thatand barely covers s and garters I’ivinglook; my eyes are as filled with lust as they’ve ever been in my life

I’et fucked If this doesn’t entice Michael, nothing will

I look at ood Guys have been telling et to my head and I really hope I don’t come across as if I’m stuck up, because I’enes, but it’s hard work I work out every day I get on s I do yoga, CrossFit, and Pilates I try to eat well, although I do love chocolate And wine!

All that, to keep what I have Because I’m 35, and I know these looks won't last forever That I’ll stop turning heads one day Men won't stare on the street any at the next pretty young thing that co in her brain

I used to be like that I re to have fun To party I used to live in the city with so serious, but enough to pay the bills and buy ne, brunch, and clothes as well as pay for rent Guys ca And I used to have my pick

But no one was ever good enough for daddy And when your father is the Governor of New York State, you kind of have to do as he says So I waited until he started introducing ible Only they were either too old Like 90 Or too fat Like 400 pounds Or married too eneration, thank you very much

So daddy and I fell into a routine He didn’t like my prospects that I chose, and I didn’t like the prospects that he found I couldn’t just elope I had to be the good daughter

And then came the day that daddy left the Governor’s Mansion in Albany And an elder gentleman by the name of Michael Anders came up to the house in Westchester I know he came over because it was Christmas and I was home for the holidays Mo time

When they came out, dad’s face hite as a sheet

“I think this ork out to both our advantages,” Mr Anders—Michael—said, shakingto me I watched as his eyes scannedelse but stare And then he turned and left

Over the next three years, it seemed that dad and Michael were close He called in a lot of favors His contacts helped Michael raise money for a successful bid to becoislation that required state approval by calling in and using old favors He even appeared as a surrogate for Michael on television It see Michael could ever ask of him

Until seven o, when dad cah he still kept in shape at 61 He satinto my eyes

“You need to get irl,” he told me “I need you to marry Michael Anders”

Now, the age difference Michael and I is 15 years He’s 51 Left to my own devices, there’s no way I would ever consent to do soued I told him I had control of my own life That I was my own person

At one point, I even asked why he would suggest that I needed to do so But then I saw the look on my dad’s eyes—fear, anxiety—it was the look of ahe’s worked for his whole life on the precipice of being taken away from him