A sample poll conducted by the New York Daily Journal found that Vivian Hawthorne had dropped in popularity and approval among New York State voters. Her approval rating after the release of the video, in which she engaged in simultaneous sex with both the Governor and the Mayor, stood at a shaky 25%, with 3 in 4 respondents saying that serious articles of impeachment needed to be considered as a possible option.
The Editorial Board of the New York Daily Journal has long held that the differences in policy between Governor Andrews and Mayor Jeffries were of a nature that closed door negotiations between the two men could have resolved them. But the entrance of the Senator into the fray created a perfect storm where Ms. Hawthorne’s wild and unpredictable nature have brought both men’s careers to the precipice.
It remains to be seen how the corruption charges play out against the Governor as well as the Mayor. Experts are now speculating that the entire proceeding may lead to the repeal of the signature environmental law as well as directives by the State Legislature prohibiting the Boltiador family from setting up factories in New Kingston due to the scandal associated with their original plans. While some would consider this a sad and ironic twist to the entire spectacle, others have commented that it represents that both the environmental law as well as the agreement to secure the investment for the factories were built on shaky foundations that would not have been able to last much longer.
All eyes will thus be on the State Legislature as they conduct their corruption inquiries in one month's time. Should the first day of testimony lead to an understanding that a greater degree of scrutiny and action is needed to be taken, then the entire political establishment of the state will most likely be impacted.
Whatever the outcome, there is one thing that is certain—it is expected that should the Boltiador family be refused the right to invest in New Kingston, they will most likely open their factories in Shanghai.
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That’s how many days ago I first got the call from the President asking me to go sort out a feud between a small town mayor and the Governor of New York State before it became a big mess. Well, I did something. I don’t know if ‘sorting it out’ is exactly the right word for it.
I’ve taken to not commenting to the Press. I’m not worried about myself. Well, actually, hun, don’t tell anyone, but I kind of am. I’ve never been so reviled in the political world as I am right now. And it’s not just the Daily Journal. It’s like all the media sense blood, and so they’re piling on. Trying to find any angle at all that will sell more papers—or glue more eyeballs to the television or computer screen and raise more ad revenue.#p#分页标题#e#
The heart of this matter is pretty simple. Jobs, or the environment. I don’t know how sex became a part of it. But you take any woman who likes sex in this political climate and you place her between two men like Carter and Liam, and the press is going to salivate.
Sometimes I wonder if we just shouldn’t put up a mattress on the corner of Broadway and 42nd Street and have sex right there. Let the world get it out of its system. Trust me, if I thought that there was a chance it could work to get everyone off of our backs, I’d do it. Because I guarantee you the ethics investigations, the impeachment, all of that would stop. People wouldn’t be whipped into a frenzy anymore. But all it would do would probably be to whet their appetites. They’d want to take close up shots of Liam’s cock going into my pussy. They’d want to see my lips wrap around Carter’s cock. And then they’d paste it all over the Daily Journal and sell more copies.
No, the only way to confront this is going to have to be head on.
Two.
That’s how many men I’ve fallen in love with. I know, hun. You’re shaking your head with a smile at me, aren’t you. Thinking that I need to grow up to fully understand what love is. That I’m 29 years old, how can I even think that I’m in love? Just because I’ve gotten orgasms that leave me breathless. Getting shot into orbit and coming back into a sex haze doesn’t mean I’ve fallen in love, I bet you’re thinking. It means I’ve fallen in lust.
Well, the lust is definitely there. Don’t get me wrong. You know that tingling you get between your legs when you think about a big cock stretching you open? Feeling filled up? The dampness that you feel. How you can feel your panties stick to your lips when you read about or imagine wrapping your lips around the tip of a nice, thick, large cock? As someone grabs your nipples and twists them. Smacks your ass? The drippiness you feel and the flush that goes through your body? How all you want to do at that point is find a quiet corner and just touch yourself, even if it’s one finger against the clit. You just want more of that feeling, but you know you’re headed to the precipice and you’re going to explode the more you push yourself? You know that feeling, babe?