Bill of Human Wrongs

Claire was received by the men in a stately manner, she was only a few minutes late. “Well, Claire. You’re looking fresh, how do you do it?” Clancy stood, and gestured for her to sit in one of his living-room style chairs.

She sat and looked at the four scoundrels, “Gentlemen? Good to see you made it back in one piece.”

Clancy didn’t waste time getting to the point with her, “Claire, I was disappointed to hear that your mind is not yet decided for the bill. Very disappointed indeed. I thought we had an understanding.”

“Well, Senator. I didn’t realize my interviews warranted your scrutiny, but I guess I have become somewhat of a valuable asset to you, now haven’t I?” She smiled at the men.

“Claire, you mock me.” Clancy looked at the others and snorted, prompting them to laugh in return. “What are your intentions? I need to know now, and before you say anything,” he held up a file folder, “I’m ready to release the news of your sexual activities.”

“Senator, I’m leaning toward the vote you want from me, but I need a little more time to think it through. Say, until tomorrow?”

Clancy smiled, took a deep sigh, and nodded in approval. “I thought we could come to an arrangement. Tomorrow works just fine.” Then to the men, “Do we have the other votes wrapped up?”

Dirk spoke up, “Yes, Sir. Claire is the only stray cat amongst us.” He smiled at her, taking a peek at her chest at every opportunity.

“Well good. Let’s have a drink. It is after noon, isn’t it? I want you all to handle this with strict, but gentle scrutiny. Keep an ear open just in case anyone has a change of heart. And send me a list of the line-up for those being interviewed.” He winked at Claire. “As you know, Dear. We have a document full of the catchy phrases the news media will enjoy. We all need to stick together and keep on track with our message.” He poured liquid into five tumblers. “Now come and let’s toast to our new constitutional rights.”