Jea sat in an evening gown with Chevy Walter in the New Colorado Govitorial Office. Well, some of her was in an evening gown. The rest was beautifully displayed. Chevy Walter was an enterprising, strong young man whom, because of will power as much as good looks, was the Governor of New Colorado. He was currently enterprising Jea's body; his hand on her waist, with several inches to go before he reached the edge of her dress.
Jea's enterprise was the sale of weapons: hardware and software. "I also have enough ammunition to supply you for a long time," she said, barely above a whisper.
"Well, that is good to know," said Chevy, "and with rounds of such destructive nature, nothing can stop us." Jea laughed.
"There is something else I have . . . ," Jea bent over to reach for a brief case. She held the position. Finally, she came back up with a few documents. "There are more where these came from," she said. Chevy glanced through them; his eyebrows raised. Jea had carefully only offered the ones which wouldn't overly alarm him; she didn't want to ruin the atmosphere of the evening. "I will definitely want to get these from you," said Chevy.
"Well, I am glad I could be of service," breathed Jea, "I think there is one other thing you might like to see." Jea smiled. Chevy locked the door.