Natasha located Bobby's Bar, a local haunt of Senator Wilson’s. Natasha thought it was incredible how much cooperation a pretty woman got when she wore revealing clothing and tipped the bartender well.

After some discreet questioning, Natasha was able to determine that Senator Wilson was known to visit the bar on the second Tuesday of each month, which happened to correspond with Alice Wilson’s monthly charity events.

Natasha observed the senator in action for about thirty minutes before she was approached.

“What is your name?”

“Gretchen,” Natasha answered.

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“What a lovely name!”

Natasha gave the senator an inviting smile.

“Scott is my name. I’m important in this town,” Senator Wilson slurred.

During their conversation, Natasha palmed a small flask which contained a sweet-smelling perfume. Natasha was careful to dab a small amount of the perfume on her left index finger as the senator approached. As he turned his head, she put her left hand on Senator Wilson’s face, then quickly grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him. For a brief moment, he looked dazed.

“Wow, that was great. What can I do for you?”

“Do you want to do something for me, Darling?” Natasha teased.

“Anything!” Wilson exclaimed.

“Give me your wallet!”

Senator Wilson reached for his wallet and handed it to her. Natasha briefly looked through the wallet and found some pictures of his wife.

“Who is this?”

“No one important. Do you want to get out of here?” Senator Wilson asked.

“Thought you would never ask,” Natasha said in a playful tone.

The two of them left the bar and headed for Natasha’s playhouse.