’ She often stood there and occasionally picked up a ‘date’ not long after Popeye’s closed at 2. The traffic at that corner was usually good,...even this late. The corner was not far from the intersection of Columbia Boulevard and Ainsworth. It was a sort of main drag for those going towards the east Portland neighborhoods. Besides, the bars around the Lloyd Center were closing and the traffic heading north would pick up on MLK soon. Leah stood under the lighted awning at Popeye’s. The traffic. “I think it was different with each one,” I said, finally.“I’d be interested in hearing why,” he said.“Why?” I asked.He looked away.“It’s not a professional interest,” he said. “What we’re talking about now is between you and me.”“Did you ask Valerie about that?” I asked.He blinked, but didn’t look away.“Yeah. She wouldn’t answer me.”“She has a thing for you,” I said. It just came out.“She does, huh.” He smiled, but it looked like a dismissive smile.“She’s afraid if our stories don’t match. President. If you will simply think a question at it. Pick a history question, or something like the population of a city or the preamble of the constitution." Susan replied.The President seemed dubious, but found a question and addressed it to the ring.Suddenly he got a very shocked look on his face as the answer appeared in his mind."Jesus! " he said, pulling the ring off.The Secret Service agent was suddenly by his side."No, it's alright." the President said, "I was just startled ... damn. He started rubbing my back and shoulders, kissing my neckAfter a few minutes of rubbing and squeezing my ass cheeks he took some lotion from the bath and put some on my bums. I knew he was getting me ready and himself too. He spread some lotion and started massaging my bums after a cpl of mins he put some more lotion but this time between my cheeks , right on the hole.He rubbed my cheeks and then used his finger to spread the lotion on my love hole. I was getting hard so I adjusted my tool.