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-In that moment a shudder of desperation enveloped him, he felt himself shrink into an abyss so deep that all light and warmth left him. With time seeming to stand still, disbelief and desolation consumed his soul. -

The hotel accommodation had been selected by party officials. Apart from offering high level security it included a meeting room, sitting room with a large television and a spacious well laid out bedroom. Ken went to the amply stocked drinks cabinet where he selected a light drink then he switched on the television and player. Once ready, he inserted the video. Pressing the play button the picture sprang to life; it was obviously a low quality recording but proved sufficiently clear to make out the features of people in the audience. The opening scene was that of a packed, smoke filled noisy venue.

The video scanned around a room which appeared to be filled almost exclusively with men, eventually settling on a brightly lit centre stage. The sound of amplified music caused a sudden hush and everyone's attention focused onto a beautifully adorned young woman as she made her entrance. She slowly danced to the centre of the dais. Ken felt a shiver of concern as he wondered to himself what this was all about. Had some of his people been caught out, compromising the morality and family issues he had campaigned on?

His first reactions were to turn it off and dispose of the thing, but he knew that he had to know what it was all about and exactly how it concerned him. It may affect the party, the election and his future.

The woman danced as she slowly removed her clothing to the howls and hoots of the crowd, once totally naked she performed a series of poses that left nothing to the imagination. “What the hell,” Ken said softly to himself as she performed other acts to the loud cheering and egging on of the mob. Ken felt utter disgust and despite the urge to turn it off, he couldn’t. Somehow he knew this woman, her shape, the movements she made, her hair seemed all too familiar and he felt a quiver of concern run down the length of his spine. Surely he had never known anyone like this in his entire life?

Several men then joined the woman and each in turn carried out obscene acts to the obvious delight of the audience. It was during one of these that the woman turned to the camera and it zoomed in with a close up view of her face.

In that moment a shudder of desperation enveloped him, he felt himself shrink into an abyss so deep that all light and warmth left him. With time seeming to stand still, disbelief and desolation consumed his soul.

He uttered just three words “My God, Cathy!”