He indicated the teleprompter and told her that they would be going on live in about ten minutes, at which point the contest would start. If she could...make it through the entire half hour without giving up or saying the safeword, then the cash would be hers. The smirk on his face told her that he didn't think she could do it, but she was determined to prove him wrong.As she familiarized herself with the set and prepared to go on the air a group of men started to gather in the wings, they were. They need to see you as soon as possible." It would have to be important; otherwise they'd have stopped by. I thought their insisting on meeting in the HQ meant bad news.Rick arranged transportation, and our little convoy headed to see the secretaries.When we entered, I saw the head of the Secret Service, FBI Director, Director of Central Intelligence, and the head of NSA, along with Hawk and Ken.That meant really bad news."Mr. Vice President," the FBI Director opened the meeting. "Thank you. A few miles later, I came again. By the time I made it back home, I think I set a record. Luckily, Gabby wasn’t home so she didn’t see what a mess I was. She would have realized it right away and teased me unmercifully for months.Well, that’s how it started, my kink. Even after my knee was declared better, I kept riding. Not the e-bike, but broke out my old Diamondback and came during a quickie road test. I did get myself a pair of those fancy shorts. Gabby liked how they made my ass look, but. I was more than surprised, I was stunned. ‘Oh, my God, Sharon, that was wonderful!’ I couldn’t let go of her just yet. I was hoping that things would go really well tonight, but she had turned up the heat several notches right from the start. Finally, we had to break apart, because we couldn’t both get through the short hall and into the apartment like that. I kind of mumbled something about having to start the spaghetti itself cooking. ‘So, how did things go at the table after I left?’ she.