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Instead all he could think about was the pressure of her foot on his leg, her nearness, and the way his heart was suddenly pounding so hard and fast in his chest. Paul was not ashamed of himself. He and his wife had worked this all out a long time ago. But talking to his daughter about it-to his Allison-was making him unaccountably self-conscious. He waited for her to speak.

"Dad, it's ok. I was . . . upset. For a long time. But I'm not anymore."

"OK," Paul hesitated, not sure how to respond. "What changed your mind?"

"Being with Jeremy. Getting a boyfriend."

"Jeremy. This is the guy you've been seeing?" Paul vaguely remembered her mentioning him. "What does Jeremy do again?"

Allison rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her. "I told you. He was my Poli Sci Professor. I live with him-or did, until I left."

"A professor. And how old is he?" Paul demanded, surprised at the anger welling up in him.

"I've told you all about him. He's almost 40. We've been together two years."

"Uh huh." He couldn't remember a single thing. "And where is he now?"

"He's in France, doing research for a book." Allison was dying to ask him more questions about his lovers, but here he was grilling her about hers!

"What's it about?" Paul wanted to know.

"I don't know. France. Politics. He does all that historical stuff."

Paul was picturing a lecherous old guy hitting on na__ve coeds. Some snot-nosed intellectual who'd never stepped foot off a campus.

"What's a professor doing dating a student! What, did he come onto you in office hours? Talking about your 'papers?'"

Allison let it slide. "You're judging me?"

"It's different, Allison. Your mother and I have . . .no, you're right. I'm sorry. I was out of line. What do you say we go in?"

Paul stood up suddenly, extremely embarrassed with himself. She was right. He was certainly in no position to judge. He turned around to help her up, holding her hand, when she slipped and fell into him.

"Oh, watch it, hon!" he exclaimed.

"Oh! Sorry, Daddy," Allison said, reverting to her "old" name for him.

Paul held onto her for just a minute, gazing into the deep blue eyes which were so like his own. Was he really only noticing now how beautiful she had become? Her body felt so incredible against him. Too nice. He pulled away from her as if she was made of molten fire, holding up his hands. Allison saw the gesture, and understood. Something different-something warm and electric-had passed from her body to his. She, too, instinctively pulled away from it and averted her eyes, but he stilled her for a moment.

"Allison, I think we should continue this conversation. Later."
"Ok, if you want. . ."

"I do. I'd like to explain, if you'd let me."

"Fine." She just wanted to get away for the time being. "Let me see what Mom's getting up to."

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The Austin estate was in Belle Haven, one of the most exclusive areas of Greenwich, Ct. It was huge, with a pool, horse stables, and tennis courts. It was in a neighborhood with many other political figures and families, including several senators, who liked the exclusivity as well as the proximity to both New York and DC. It was a luxurious existence mostly paid for by the Rhysdale side of the family. Allison certainly enjoyed the advantages when she was home, but she never felt truly part of it. Paul, in contrast, had grown up in a lower middle class suburb of Boston, and she'd always felt closer to him for that reason. Like him, she wanted to go into politics and really wanted nothing to do with her mother's privileged life.

Allison's best friend from high school was from the "other" side of the tracks. She'd met Sarah when they were both sophomores at an expensive private school that Sarah attended on scholarship. Allison had been attracted to Sarah's bubbly personality from the moment she'd met her. They'd quickly become very close and had kept in contact all through their college years. Sarah was just finishing up a pre-Med degree and was home for the summer as well.

A week or so after returning they were hanging out on the

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