you. Now, again, what are you going to do?”
“We are not going to release any terrorist,” Dutch said point blank. “I can tell you that right now.”
“Then here’s what I’m going to do,” Jennifer said. “I am going to hire a group of mercenaries. Your government will allow these men access to Gitmo, where they will take that terrorist my husband’s captors are demanding, and give him to them in exchange for my husband and the other hostages, if they care to release the others.”
This woman was nuts, Gina thought. She looked at Dutch.
“You know that’s out of the question, Jennifer,” Dutch said to her.
“Oh, I wouldn’t speak so fast, Dutch.”
Dutch stared at her. He once couldn’t get enough of her. Now he couldn’t stand the sight of her. “Are you threatening me?”
“Yes,” she said. “And here’s the threat: If your administration doesn’t secure my husband’s release, or at least allow me to secure it, I will expose you. And you know what I’m talking about.”
There was a long hesitation in Dutch, which concerned Gina. Then he spoke. “Do what you have to do,” he told Jennifer.
“A Family Values president who sleeps with married women could lose his moral authority, especially when I get through with him. And all of those millions of dollars Caswell Industries had planned to give to further all of those Democratic candidates and Democratic causes will go straight to Republican candidates and Republican causes if you drop the ball on this one, Dutch. There may even be cries for your impeachment when all is said and done, if you blow this one.”
Dutch continued to give her his assessing eye. “Do what you have to do,” he said again.
“Okay,” she said, retrieving her gloves from her aide. “Don’t take me seriously. But if anything happens to my husband,” she said, putting on her gloves, “your time in office, if you even remain in office, will give new meaning to the term ‘lame duck presidency.’”
And she and her aide were gone.
“She’s broke you know,” Max said and Dutch looked at him.
“She signed a prenuptial agreement. Ralph Caswell dies and she’ll have nothing, or at least next to nothing. His grown children, who can’t stand her, saw to that. That’s why she’s fighting so hard. It’s richer for her to keep him.”
“Well,” Dutch said, still staring at the door Jennifer had just vacated, as if fearing that she would unceremoniously reappear, “at least I know where I stand.”
Max agreed, although Gina wasn’t at all sure. Because that woman, as they often said in her neighborhood, had trouble written all over her. Force of nature was right, because that was truly her. She came like the wind, but Gina felt as if it would be her husband, if he wasn’t careful, who would get caught up in her whirlwind.
***
It wasn’t until nearly midnight before Dutch could finish his meetings with his various administration officials and make it to bed. By then Gina was fast asleep. She had tried to remain awake and wait for him, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Besides, she assumed he wouldn’t come to their bed at all, given the late hour, but would sleep in the adjacent room.
Dutch, however, needed Gina. He needed to hold her, to feel her, to lie next to her. So he did. He knew it was selfish on his part, he hated bringing his job to their bed, but he needed her too badly. And she did indeed wake up as soon as his weight bore down on the bed, as she always did, and he gathered her naked body into his arms.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said to her, rubbing his lips across her forehead, his penis jutting limply against her vagina, “but I couldn’t be without you tonight.”
Gina snuggled closer to his naked body, rubbing her mound against his
“We are not going to release any terrorist,” Dutch said point blank. “I can tell you that right now.”
“Then here’s what I’m going to do,” Jennifer said. “I am going to hire a group of mercenaries. Your government will allow these men access to Gitmo, where they will take that terrorist my husband’s captors are demanding, and give him to them in exchange for my husband and the other hostages, if they care to release the others.”
This woman was nuts, Gina thought. She looked at Dutch.
“You know that’s out of the question, Jennifer,” Dutch said to her.
“Oh, I wouldn’t speak so fast, Dutch.”
Dutch stared at her. He once couldn’t get enough of her. Now he couldn’t stand the sight of her. “Are you threatening me?”
“Yes,” she said. “And here’s the threat: If your administration doesn’t secure my husband’s release, or at least allow me to secure it, I will expose you. And you know what I’m talking about.”
There was a long hesitation in Dutch, which concerned Gina. Then he spoke. “Do what you have to do,” he told Jennifer.
“A Family Values president who sleeps with married women could lose his moral authority, especially when I get through with him. And all of those millions of dollars Caswell Industries had planned to give to further all of those Democratic candidates and Democratic causes will go straight to Republican candidates and Republican causes if you drop the ball on this one, Dutch. There may even be cries for your impeachment when all is said and done, if you blow this one.”
Dutch continued to give her his assessing eye. “Do what you have to do,” he said again.
“Okay,” she said, retrieving her gloves from her aide. “Don’t take me seriously. But if anything happens to my husband,” she said, putting on her gloves, “your time in office, if you even remain in office, will give new meaning to the term ‘lame duck presidency.’”
And she and her aide were gone.
“She’s broke you know,” Max said and Dutch looked at him.
“She signed a prenuptial agreement. Ralph Caswell dies and she’ll have nothing, or at least next to nothing. His grown children, who can’t stand her, saw to that. That’s why she’s fighting so hard. It’s richer for her to keep him.”
“Well,” Dutch said, still staring at the door Jennifer had just vacated, as if fearing that she would unceremoniously reappear, “at least I know where I stand.”
Max agreed, although Gina wasn’t at all sure. Because that woman, as they often said in her neighborhood, had trouble written all over her. Force of nature was right, because that was truly her. She came like the wind, but Gina felt as if it would be her husband, if he wasn’t careful, who would get caught up in her whirlwind.
***
It wasn’t until nearly midnight before Dutch could finish his meetings with his various administration officials and make it to bed. By then Gina was fast asleep. She had tried to remain awake and wait for him, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Besides, she assumed he wouldn’t come to their bed at all, given the late hour, but would sleep in the adjacent room.
Dutch, however, needed Gina. He needed to hold her, to feel her, to lie next to her. So he did. He knew it was selfish on his part, he hated bringing his job to their bed, but he needed her too badly. And she did indeed wake up as soon as his weight bore down on the bed, as she always did, and he gathered her naked body into his arms.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said to her, rubbing his lips across her forehead, his penis jutting limply against her vagina, “but I couldn’t be without you tonight.”
Gina snuggled closer to his naked body, rubbing her mound against his
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