Okay, have you gotten over your shock yet? Have you called back your mother, who called you the minute she heard about it on TV and asked, "WHAT'S WITH YOUR GOVERNOR?" ("THESE GUYS WITH THEIR EGOS, THEY THINK THEY CAN DO ANYTHING," she probably said when you returned her call. That was probably just before your aunt sent you an e-mail asking for "the buzz from the city.") Well, if you've gotten past these initial phases of dealing with trauma, it's time to unload some more awkward details on you. The Timesdoes a really amazing job today of walking you through what happened leading up to, on, (under), and after that fateful February 13, when Client 9 had his assignation in the Washington with "Kristen" the call girl.
Kristen, having already passed through the lobby, with its wing chairs and its gilded half-clad cherubs, arrived in a small room in a quiet corner of the “Club Floor,” a special wing for V.I.P.’s. A king-size bed commanded the floor. Two photos — of the Capitol and the Washington Monument — hung beside a wood-framed mirror. As soon as she came in, Kristen called her boss, Temeka Lewis, who was the booking agent for the Emperor’s Club V.I.P., an online prostitution ring, the affidavit said. Ms. Lewis told her that the client had arrived. He was headed for the room.