Chapter 4
THE THRILL OF SECRET KNOWLEDGE
A great whooshing-and-a-chopping came from the sky. That was how the President liked to describe the sound of his helicopter as it approached – a "great whooshing-and-a-chopping." A mighty vehicle for a mighty man, descending from the heavens to carry him to glory.
He turned towards the bathroom and shouted, “Hon, our ride’s here.”
In the bathroom, the First Lady lowered her lipstick momentarily and mouthed the words “Hon, our ride’s here,” so that in the mirror she appeared to speak with the President’s voice. Then she allowed herself to chuckle without restraint because her laughter was ladylike and the whooshing and chopping of the Presidential helicopter, now landing on the lawn outside, was loud enough to drown it out completely. Every time the helicopter approached (which was often, because the President traveled by helicopter at every opportunity, even sometimes when he had nowhere in particular to go) he would say “Hon, our ride’s here” and every time she would mouth the words simultaneously to herself, unless he happened to be looking at her, in which case she would say them to herself inwardly, savoring them no less. If only the people knew that the President of The Most Powerful Nation The World Has Ever Known was such a cornball!
The First Lady continued to apply her lipstick, enjoying the thrill of her secret knowledge. The most powerful person ever to walk upon the surface of the earth was a cornball and only she knew it. That gave her a kind of power too. A privy power. Not even Vice President Rod Meaney knew of the President’s corniness, and this fact gave her an even greater thrill because she did not like the Vice President, who thought he was better than the President, and probably was from a politics stand-point and a knowledge standpoint, but would never come close to the President from a charisma standpoint and a manhood standpoint. She knew this, and she knew that Rod Meaney knew it too, and that made her happy, darkly happy in a way that she knew wasn’t quite ladylike, which gave her a little pause, but also, if truth be told, deepened the thrill.
She twisted the base of her lipstick and made it withdraw into its casing like a little turtle’s head, then she capped it and stepped out of the bathroom to allow her husband to behold her.
He was not disappointed. Whenever President John Quincy Junior beheld his wife it was as though for the first time, and with them it had been love at first sight, so this was technically the umpteenth time the President had fallen in love with the First Lady. She accepted his gaze demurely, with grace, as she always did. She cast her violet eyes shyly downwards and allowed her eyelids to flutter for a moment, then she raised them and met the President’s gaze frankly, almost boldly. Her smile conveyed an almost imperceptible trace of mischief, which she knew drove the President of The Most Powerful Nation The World Has Ever Known into a state of arousal.
“You, my love, are a dilly. And that is a fact.”
The President approached the First Lady and put his hands on the hips that had born him five children. The whooshing and the chopping of the Presidential helicopter persisted in the background, but it did not insist – it awaited the President’s pleasure.
“Let’s stay in today. I’ll clear my schedule.”
“But you have to get inaugurated, silly.”
“Oh yeah, I knew there was something... pressing.” He crushed his pelvis gently against the First Lady’s belly, and she was in no doubt that her smile had done what it was supposed to do.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, John.”
“But, Hon, I can’t go out like this. There’ll be cameras everywhere – they’ll see. Besides, I’m all tense.”
“John Quincy Junior...”
This was an encouraging sign for the President. Whenever the First Lady used his full name, she was either angry or amorous, or on a few thrilling occasions both at the same time. She did not seem angry at the moment and the President took heart.
“Come on, Honey, we’ve still got a little time.”
The First Lady looked up into the eyes of the most powerful person ever to have walked upon the surface of the earth, bit lightly on her lower lip, then looked away, then back, then away, then back again.
“You know, you’re really bad, John.”
“Oh boy!” thought the President. “Oh boyoboyoboyoboyoboy!”
Next chapter:
THE HORN, in which Vice President Rod Meaney finds himself momentarily at a loss but recovers before the President catches on.
A great whooshing-and-a-chopping came from the sky. That was how the President liked to describe the sound of his helicopter as it approached – a "great whooshing-and-a-chopping." A mighty vehicle for a mighty man, descending from the heavens to carry him to glory.
He turned towards the bathroom and shouted, “Hon, our ride’s here.”
In the bathroom, the First Lady lowered her lipstick momentarily and mouthed the words “Hon, our ride’s here,” so that in the mirror she appeared to speak with the President’s voice. Then she allowed herself to chuckle without restraint because her laughter was ladylike and the whooshing and chopping of the Presidential helicopter, now landing on the lawn outside, was loud enough to drown it out completely. Every time the helicopter approached (which was often, because the President traveled by helicopter at every opportunity, even sometimes when he had nowhere in particular to go) he would say “Hon, our ride’s here” and every time she would mouth the words simultaneously to herself, unless he happened to be looking at her, in which case she would say them to herself inwardly, savoring them no less. If only the people knew that the President of The Most Powerful Nation The World Has Ever Known was such a cornball!
The First Lady continued to apply her lipstick, enjoying the thrill of her secret knowledge. The most powerful person ever to walk upon the surface of the earth was a cornball and only she knew it. That gave her a kind of power too. A privy power. Not even Vice President Rod Meaney knew of the President’s corniness, and this fact gave her an even greater thrill because she did not like the Vice President, who thought he was better than the President, and probably was from a politics stand-point and a knowledge standpoint, but would never come close to the President from a charisma standpoint and a manhood standpoint. She knew this, and she knew that Rod Meaney knew it too, and that made her happy, darkly happy in a way that she knew wasn’t quite ladylike, which gave her a little pause, but also, if truth be told, deepened the thrill.
She twisted the base of her lipstick and made it withdraw into its casing like a little turtle’s head, then she capped it and stepped out of the bathroom to allow her husband to behold her.
He was not disappointed. Whenever President John Quincy Junior beheld his wife it was as though for the first time, and with them it had been love at first sight, so this was technically the umpteenth time the President had fallen in love with the First Lady. She accepted his gaze demurely, with grace, as she always did. She cast her violet eyes shyly downwards and allowed her eyelids to flutter for a moment, then she raised them and met the President’s gaze frankly, almost boldly. Her smile conveyed an almost imperceptible trace of mischief, which she knew drove the President of The Most Powerful Nation The World Has Ever Known into a state of arousal.
“You, my love, are a dilly. And that is a fact.”
The President approached the First Lady and put his hands on the hips that had born him five children. The whooshing and the chopping of the Presidential helicopter persisted in the background, but it did not insist – it awaited the President’s pleasure.
“Let’s stay in today. I’ll clear my schedule.”
“But you have to get inaugurated, silly.”
“Oh yeah, I knew there was something... pressing.” He crushed his pelvis gently against the First Lady’s belly, and she was in no doubt that her smile had done what it was supposed to do.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later, John.”
“But, Hon, I can’t go out like this. There’ll be cameras everywhere – they’ll see. Besides, I’m all tense.”
“John Quincy Junior...”
This was an encouraging sign for the President. Whenever the First Lady used his full name, she was either angry or amorous, or on a few thrilling occasions both at the same time. She did not seem angry at the moment and the President took heart.
“Come on, Honey, we’ve still got a little time.”
The First Lady looked up into the eyes of the most powerful person ever to have walked upon the surface of the earth, bit lightly on her lower lip, then looked away, then back, then away, then back again.
“You know, you’re really bad, John.”
“Oh boy!” thought the President. “Oh boyoboyoboyoboyoboy!”
Next chapter:
THE HORN, in which Vice President Rod Meaney finds himself momentarily at a loss but recovers before the President catches on.
© by N. Ominous 27.12.04
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