He couldn't understand it. Men were supposed to get bored when they were stuck with a single woman, weren't they?The melody on the stereo changed, its...tempo speeding up into a dramatic, flowing piece. Her body responded almost unconsciously to it, the muscles under his hands firming up, the fingers on his arm began to move in tandem with the music. Outside, lightning flashed again, highlighting both their bodies in silver. His hands continued to stroke her side as she watched the rain start to. They weren’t the only thing. “There’s just one thing I want to do,” I said, and ran my hand from his neck to the front of his trousers. He followed my hand with his eyes and when it rested on his crotch he closed his eyes and groaned quietly. As I unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped his flies I waited for protest but none came, instead I found his hands on my thighs, working their way inside my dress. His thumb curled under the hem of my knickers, traced the contours of my bottom and drew me. I'll give you a choice. You can either ask me to go home, or you can ask me if you can pull up your shirt and show the neighborhood your bra."Rebecca blushed because she thought Matt was right about her, and clenched her thighs tightly together. Rebecca fought not to moan because it felt so good, and shuffled her feet unconsciously when she thought about how Matt would use her today, and almost reached out and cupped her breasts. Rebecca was quietly hoping, but as she looked into his eyes she. Charles intended me to be a working member of his team. Not ceremonial, or insurance, but a full time employee.Charles ushered us out, and four Secret Service officers met me at the Oval Office door, saying, "This way, Mr. Vice President," which shook me up. That was the first time I heard it and that made the whole thing, suddenly real.Charles was right behind me when it happened, and clapped me on the shoulder, saying, "I know just what you felt. The first time I heard the Service say, 'Good.