But she stopped me."No foreplay, I need you inside me." She pleaded. I started to move to the side of the bed, so she could get on top again, but she ...topped me once again and said, "On top this time. Please?"She let me set my pace. I enjoyed slipping into her, and I took my time just to lie on top. And kiss her while I slowly moved in and out. Soon I picked up the pace. Every now and then, I could see that something was bothering her. I would stop, but she would say that she needed to get over. As I went home, I thought about the party invite. It had been a while since I had been to a party, an underwear party sounded like fun. So Thursday evening, I called John an said I would come. I only had plain white underwear. So on Friday after school, I went to a store in town that sold sexy underwear. Not knowing much about lingerie, the lady who worked there was very helpful. In the end I picked out a matching set of red lace bra and panties, and some red stockings. Then I bought a bottle. We kept the Secret Service presence quiet and low key. I was reliably informed afterwards that the hangovers should be mostly over by the morning of the wedding, that the arrest reports had been buried, and that the videos were completely deniable. When I saw them the following Monday morning, they all looked back through bleary and bloodshot eyes. Marilyn and I were unsympathetic with our children.All sorts of strange people began showing up in the White House. I think the wedding planner took. "Sorry," the low voice spoke. "I didn't mean to startle you. But you leftthis in the hall." A hand proffered the black patent leather back-pack."Thanks," I said as softly as I possible could and reached out for theback-pack."What'd you think of the exam?" A pair of scuffed white Nikes caught my eyes.Why was this guy talking to me? Why couldn't he just leave me alone?"Not bad." I struggled to keep the anxiety that was ripping through my breastout of my voice. Swinging the back-pack in one hand I.