I snorted a laugh at that. “Give me a few minutes, okay? By the way, were you aware that the President is always under surveillance?”“Huh?”“...ell, you’ve seen the cameras around the West Wing and downstairs, right?”“Yes,” she answered.“Well, they are monitored in real time downstairs. You don’t think that’s the only part of the White House being monitored, do you?” I asked innocently.Marilyn’s eyes snapped open, and she grabbed at the bedcovers we were unfortunately lying on. “No way! You don’t. She moved the hand mirror so that she could see down there, something she almost never did. It was hard to see, her fat belly was in the way and there was a forest of nasty blonde hair in the way. Without thinking she retrieved her scissors and a towel from the bathroom and began to cutting the thick growth as short as the scissors would allow. She was finally able see the silver horseshoe shaped barbell piercing her clitoris, and she wasn’t surprised to find that there also was no way to. ”“So ... you will be the new picker then?”“I guess so, but first I have to be confirmed by the elders.”“And then you have to sperm all the overdue girls? Eww!”“It’s not ‘Eww’, some are really nice and fun to be with.”“Yes, but girls are icky and they have cooties.”“I don’t know. Mom is a girl and I always liked it when she sucked me.”“Well ... yes, but mothers are different.” He replied weakly.“Different how?” his friend asked.“I don’t know, it’s just ... Well I’m glad I’m not the new picker.”. "He did not shake the proffered hand, but looked her up and down as though she were a horse he was being offered, but did not want to buy."It is customary to make obeisance when entering the presence of my father, His Magnificence, the Emir Mahmoud Abdullah, may he live for ever," said the Prince coldly."Nonsense," said the Emir, "We are all family here. That is only necessary in public, Mustapha. After all, you don't do it in private, so why should she?" She is not the Crown Prince," he.