Frances Perkins probably didn't spend a lot of time wondering what Harold Ickes was like in the sack, CJ thinks.

Then again, Harold Ickes was no Sam Seaborn.

Sam's standing up now, to better make his point to the president. CJ knows she should be paying attention, but mostly she's hoping that he'll lean on the president's desk, pulling that expensive suit across his nice, toned -- and yes, there it is. CJ Cregg is a happy woman.

Sleeping with Sam would be like sleeping with the Energizer Bunny, she thinks. All hopped-up energy and liquid blue eyes. And CJ's willing to bet he can do more things with that mouth than argue about mercantilism.

And Sam's not the only one, CJ thinks, her gaze switching to the president. She doesn't fantasize about Jed Bartlet, not really, but Abigail Bartlet has the look of a woman with a very happy sex life, and CJ can't help but wonder.

She can't help but wonder about all of them, these men she spends her days with. Frustrating, arrogant, annoying, yes -- but also brilliant, charismatic, good-looking, and, well, hot.

She's slept with two of them, but it isn't the two most people think.

Well, OK, Josh. Yes. They were drunk, but not that drunk, so it's their own fault that Toby and Sam walked into the unlocked room and caught them mid-cigarette. Just that one week, in the middle of nowhere. By now, though, she thinks, the junior staff have probably turned it into a 3-act tragedy wherein she and Josh had nobly put duty before passion.

Well, those of the junior staff who didn't think she and Toby had nobly put duty before passion.

She's never slept with Toby. They've come close, many times, but he is a romantic, really, and CJ suspects that Toby is saving the idea of the two of them until after Bartlet goes home to New Hampshire.

Leo isn't a romantic. Or at least not about anyone other than Jed Bartlet, CJ thinks.

There had been no romance in that night, long ago, after a fund-raising dinner in Michigan. Just need and heat and the surety that neither would ever see the other again. And they've never mentioned it, though when they'd been prepping for Lillienfield, Leo had looked at her when he told Josh, "I was a different person, then."

CJ is a different person, also, and when she fantasizes about Leo now, it starts with him taking off his tie in her office, not a flashback to Michigan. She looks at Leo, taking notes on the budget while the president drones on. And, OK, sometimes it also starts with thoughts of Leo and his best friend. She wonders again about Abbey's sex life.

She looks across the room at Toby, who raises his eyebrows at her. One day soon, she is going to get Toby drunk, tear off his clothes and to hell with his "happily ever after" fantasy.

CJ isn't a romantic, either.