"I was surprised to learn his offices were in Harlem. As I took a cab up there for our meeting, I thought, wow, the former president of the United States wants to meet with me, lil ole me! Ain't life strange! I just hoped the skirt I chose to wear wasn't too short. I mean, it did make me look pretty hot. But was it too hot? And what about my blouse? It was one of those black mesh things where you could vaguely make out the bra underneath. I started to worry that I actually looked like a slut and was tempted to tell the cabbie to turn around and take me back to the hotel--but then I would be late for our meeting. Damn. My heart was racing..."