A week after the girls went on SNL, I was back in the news. Saturday, December 6, was the Army Navy Game. Marilyn begged off, but Charlie and I took M...rine One up to Philly for the game. I had a standing invite to the game and had attended in 2002. This year it wasn’t an option; I had named the bet and I had to go! Charlie and I were escorted to the center of the field and flipped the coin at the start of the game. To reflect my ‘non-partisan’ position as Commander in Chief, I spent the first. In a few moments, our kiss had exceeded the fond pecks we had become accustomed to. She was inexperienced, but a quick learner when I touched her lips with my tongue. The caress of her hand on my breast sent shivers up my spine.We got out of the tepid water and used the sheets provided for us to dry each other carefully. Then Katie led me to the bed and pulled back the blankets. She lay on her back with her legs slightly parted and beckoned to me.“Come to me, husband. I am yours, Demon Ramie.”. You could say that I used to be one, once upon a time. Then something came along and changed me. I now fight for the good guys. But I’m genetically designed to be a bad guy. Does that make sense to you? It’s my life, I guess. I wish I could make myself clearer but I can’t. What bothers me about most human beings is the fact that they’re sheep on two legs. For example, there is a red-haired white woman working in the Brockton Community Library who’s a closet racist. She hates men and racial. Her delicate breasts pressed against my back. She fisted me. “You’re big, Mike. How come?” If she hadn’t giggled, I might have been fooled.Turning, I grabbed her, grinning at her and now full of energy. Amelia laughed as I moved us under the streaming water. Her hair dampened and darkened. She smiled at me. Lifting her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. My erection throbbed between us. Leaning in, Amalia rubbed her nose against mine. “Eskimo kisses,” she.