Pam was soon dancing with a good looking guy and they seemed to be hitting it off. He bought her a drink, they chatted a while, I saw her brush her ha...d across the front of his pants, and I was thinking, "Well, that was easy!"Moments later she was heading back in my direction, frowning. "Threesome yes, blowjob from you, no. Too bad, he's a nice guy, and pretty hung. Oh well, it's still early."A few more guys asked her to dance, bought her a drink, then backed off when they heard what we had in. The contents of their conversation weren't important to John, the conversation was. John loved to just be with her, to be able to live this half hour of his day alone with her. As they walked, he admired her. Her deep, brown eyes, hiding behind her glasses ocasionally made contact with his, making his heart skip a beat. Her sweet, moist lips moved as she continued to talk to John about her life. But John could only think of how delicious they seemed and how he wanted to kiss them.Then his eyes. The bombing of Air Force Two gave cover for the Secret Service to declare my plane off limits until further notice, and not one press outlet complained. The death of Ken Stanton was still far too fresh on everyone's mind to quibble about no more free rides on the President's plane.I still spent over ninety percent of my nights at Camp David, and the press was still prohibited from setting foot up there, so we had lots of privacy, and I commuted on Marine One to the Oval Office every morning.. "Joan came into the kitchen and saw me getting the bacon ready."What's going on here Trish?" Tony's a bit of a kitchen wiz Joan, he asked if he could help me. I think he's really trying to get into my panties but I'll use him up and chuck him out." Great, go for it Tony, I'll get a little more sleep. See you at breakfast."Breakfast cooked and served up, I copped another snide remark from Frank which I ignored, I noticed Joe give him a dirty look....Back out on the mullock heap, it was a nice.