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stared
at her.   He’d had his issues with Sam in
the past, especially the way she seemed so enamored with Jade’s ex-boyfriend,
that asshole Henry Osgood.   But he always
had this romantic view of Sam as odd, yes, disagreeably so.   But a good woman in the
end.   “You’re a good girl,” he
said.
    Sam
smiled.   “My compliment sounded like a
statement,” she said.   “Yours sounded
like a question.”
    Dutch
laughed, and then placed his arm around her waist, pulling her to him.   He liked her.
    Gina walked
down the hall and stood at the door just as he pulled her against him.   They seemed to be laughing at some joke.   They seemed to be old friends from way back
sharing an innocent joke.
    Close old friends.
    Jade walked
gingerly up the hall behind Gina.   When
she peered past her into the room and saw her father with his arm around her
mother’s waist, and she saw that Gina saw the affection her parents were
demonstrating, she smiled grandly.   This
was what she was talking about, she wanted to shout.
    When Gina
turned her way, realizing she was behind her, that smile of Jade’s, that grand, conniving smile, was gone.

 
    Later that
same morning, Dutch woke up far later than his usual early rise.   He knew it was Gina.   She had undoubtedly refused to allow any
wake-up calls given his exhaustion.   Which he appreciated.   But it was a new day and world events weren’t about to stop churning
because he was tired.   He sat on the side
of the bed, completely naked and still heavily sleepy, picked up the phone, and
checked in with Allison.
    Overnight
there had been a crisis in Iran, she said, with violent protests erupting there
that may require some covert resistance support by the U.S.. The Secretary of Defense was requesting an emergency meeting of the principals,
and Dutch agreed.   “Within the hour,” he
said, and hung up the phone.
    He dragged
himself out of bed, brushed his teeth, showered his body, and shaved his
face.   With his groomer’s assistance he
was soon dressed immaculately in a double-breasted suit, and his hair was
freshly cut and styled, not a strand out of place.
    He stood in
the mirror and stared at himself.   Even
though he was hardly some young stud, he was still being voted, year in and
year out, as the sexiest politician in Washington, with Crader McKenzie always
close behind.   But Dutch was beginning to
feel his age, and the burdens of all those years of edge-living behind him.    Now he wanted the quiet life, with his wife
and his children.    No more lights,
cameras, or action for him.  
    But Gina was
right, he thought with a smile.   Don’t
turn on the light, she once told him, and then complain when it gets too
bright.
    And just
thinking about Gina, and the way they made love not all that many hours ago,
began to give him yet another hard on.   And just like that he wanted to taste her again.   Which was amazing.   But he craved her whenever she wasn’t in his
sight.   Sometimes, late at night, he’d
wake up with his fingers deep inside of her.   And more than once Gina jokingly said that her clit was going to frizzle
up into nothingness if he didn’t stop fondling it so much.  
    And although
he was already nearing the time for his meeting to begin, he stepped out onto
the terrace of the presidential suite anyway, hoping to get a glimpse of that
woman of his.  
    And there
she was.   Out in the privacy-fenced off
area of the White House lawn designated as Little Walt’s play area.   She and Little
Walt were raucously playing catch football, with their staff of nannies, led by
the head nanny, looking on.   But just
seeing his wife and his child warmed his heart.   He even forgot about his meeting and took a seat on the terrace.   He crossed his legs and eagerly watched them
at play.  
    Gina would
throw a child-sized football to Little Walt and Little Walt would attempt to
catch it.   He, of course, would miss it
every single time, but