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moment, Snyder was satisfied their conversation wasnтАЩt being monitored. He took
his three fingers of scotch from Fawcett and sat down on the sofa next to Rolander.
тАЬYou know, Donald, we should have all of our meetings in this room,тАЭ said
Rolander. тАЬI like it. In fact, this has got to be one of my favorite rooms in the whole
house.тАЭ
тАЬWhatтАЩs that smell?тАЭ broke in Snyder. He vaguely recognized the scent, but couldnтАЩt
exactly place it, nor why it was arousing him. тАЬItтАЩs strangely familiar. Smells like
some kind of powder.тАЭ
тАЬItтАЩs honey,тАЭ said Fawcett. тАЬTechnically, itтАЩs beeswax. The wood floors in here are
polished with it.тАЭ
The minute Fawcett said the word honey, Snyder knew why the smell was so
familiar and so arousing.


Mitchell Conti, or Mitch, as everyone was fond of calling him, had joined Senator
SnyderтАЩs staff two summers ago. He was a strikingly handsome
twenty-three-year-old who quickly became very popular on the Hill. He cut a wide
swath, dating numerous female aides and pages. To any outside eyes, Mitch Conti
was into women only, but David Snyder knew better and so did Mitch. There had
been constant electricity between David and Mitch from the moment they met, and
one weekend when Mitch brought papers over to the senatorтАЩs town house for his
signature, long looks over drinks led them straight to the bedroom.
Mitch had been fond of a product known as Kama Sutra Honey Dust that heтАЩd
found at an adult novelty store. The dust was really a fine powder that smelled and
tasted like honey. Mitch would brush it all over SnyderтАЩs body with a small feather
duster and then lick it off. Not only had David liked it, but so had the many women
whoтАЩd shared his bed between visits from Mitch.
The half-empty canister of honey dust under the bathroom sink was SnyderтАЩs only
reminder of his twenty-three-year-old lover. Several months into their affair, Snyder
had discovered that Mitch not only had been seeing another man on the side, but
also had plans to blackmail him, David Snyder, one of the most powerful senators in
New York history. Snyder had come too far to have it all come crashing down over
something like that.
Two weeks later, Mitch and the other man were the victims of yet another D.C.
drive-by shooting. The politicians were up in arms that this sort of thing could
happen again, and this time to someone from the Hill. But the anger quickly
subsided. The deaths became, as David Snyder knew they would, just another
unfortunate statistic on the D.C. crime blotter.


тАЭThe entire room, including the beeswax polish, is an exact copy of Louis XVтАЩs
secret study at Versailles,тАЭ said Fawcett. тАЬAs a matter of fact, this rolltop desk,тАЭ he
said, sweeping his hand over the smooth wood, тАЬis LouisтАЩs original desk. The first
rolltop ever made. The one at Versailles is just a copy, though those putzes have the
balls to try and pass it off as the real thing.
тАЬI told you how we got it, didnтАЩt I?тАЭ Fawcett said to Senator Rolander.
тАЬYeah, you used to have it in your place in Chicago.тАЭ
тАЬWell, Senator Snyder here hasnтАЩt heard the story.тАЭ Fawcett looked at Snyder and
raised an eyebrow as if to say, YouтАЩre not going to believe this. тАЬWhen the palace of
Versailles was stormed by the people of France, they saved the paintings and sold