Allowing my left hand to slide down over the bedsheets, I go looking for her hand. Finding it, I lace my fingers with hers.
“Thank you,” I find myself saying, my voice just a whisper.
“For what?” she asks me, turning around on the bed so that she can look at me. I turn around as well, and look into her eyes for a long moment, gathering my thoughts.
“For being you,” I reply, not knowing what else to say. As a reply, she simply smiles and squeezes my hand in hers.
I don’t even know why I said that. I’m not the kind of guy to go around saying romantic stuff, and I have no idea why I’m starting now. Sure, Ashley is definitely a special girl … but does that justify the way my heart skips a beat every time she enters the room? Or the way my cock becomes as hard as rock every time I glance at her body?
All I know is that, ever since I met Ashley, I’ve been dreaming of her every night.
If that’s a good thing or a bad one, I have no idea.
19
Washington Beat
Distracted-In-Chief?
From the desk of Margie Preston – the political reporter with the heart of gold
Could the future First Lady of America be a clear and present danger to the national security of the United States?
That’s the line of reasoning and thinking being put out by Speaker of the House Bob Walker’s office today. Their argument?
“The way that Ms. Draper as the fiancée to the President of the United States is affecting him, it’s clear that she is affecting his judgment and ability to make decisions,” a spokesman for the office commented when contacted.
“Just the other day, the President of the United States rushed out from his presidential limousine and onto a Washington DC street to enter into an altercation with a mugger. This mugger was carrying a knife. Can you imagine the Constitutional crisis that would have occurred if the President were to have gotten stabbed? Would a simple assault and possible rape have turned into an assassination of the President of the United States?” The spokesman went on to say.
Let me just pause for a moment there to tell you that in my personal life I do not like Bob Walker. His office is going on the record to say that some kinds of crimes like rape are less of an issue than other kinds such as the President of the United States getting stabbed. It’s as if one form of crime is acceptable, but for the nature of his argument, the other kind of crime is not if it involves stabbing the President. I get the President is important, but so is the life of every single female in the United States.
But once you get past all the icky contemptuous sneering that's been coming out of the Bob Walker camp, you see that there is a kernel of truth is what’s being said.
How many times prior to announcing Ms. Draper as his fiancée has the President jumped out of a speeding car to start fighting with a knife-wielding mugger?
That’s right. Zero.
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To be fair, one incident by itself doesn’t make the case that the President is going from single bachelor with a dedicated focus on clearing the cave and making America tremendous again, but it falls into a pattern. All of a sudden we’re seeing this President out on Date Night. He’s sticking up for his girlfriend. He’s doing everything that a normal fiancé would.
Except there is nothing normal about this situation. There is nothing normal about dating and getting married to the most important man in the free world. The man who with the touch of his fingers on a button, could bring blackness and death upon the world.
And no, not that button! The nuclear button! Get your mind out of the gutter. We’re talking about Austin Bain and his rapidly evolving First Lady to be.
He’s the President of the United States. So unless they are doing the whole thing as a show for our benefit where they pretend to be in love, the President really is changing to suit the moods of his lady.
All I have to say is let's hope that it’s a good change. After all, two people cleaning the cave is way better than one!
20
Ashley
I look out the window, watching the blanket of clouds below us. The steady hum of the engines makes my mind drift off and, if it weren’t for Austin being here with me, I’d fall asleep like a baby in a matter of minutes.
“What are you thinking of?” he asks me, looking up from the handwritten sheets of paper sitting on his desk.
“Nothing and everything,” I reply, yawning lazily as I stretch. We’re sitting inside the President’s office inside Air Force One, and I’ve been keeping him company while he goes over his speech.