A very buxom nurse came in to get me ready to sleep. Her method of getting me ready to fall asleep included a new gown, assistance brushing my teeth, ...ashing my face and hands, and probing questions. "We all saw the President come to see you, but who was the other one, who came earlier?" She had a sneaky smile and a large bust, which was doubtlessly why she was chosen to pump me for information."That was Shane Victorello, the Secretary of the Treasury. He oversees the Secret Service. He and Mr.. As I went further down I finally reached the bottom. I reached my hands around her body and slowly slid them down her back. Feeling every crevice of he soft warm skin made my body shiver. I came to the point of no return, her zipper. Slowly I slid it down and watched as she pulled the rest of it off herself. Cramped in a small area we were both a bit hot and getting mightily sweaty. Her face and cleavage was filled with moisture and sweat made lines down into her bustier. She was down to. "Please, just dial it back a bit, would you?" I asked politely. "I've had a really, really, long day and this constantly getting spit on all the time really is the suckiest part of this very sucky job." There were twenty or thirty cops standing around breathing hard and some of them had automatic weapons in their hands. "You know there isn't one fucking thing I can do about anything the Ambassador wants to do, and it's the same scene everywhere we go and I just don't fucking care how fucking. I just said, if you had any plans of making a move on me, you would have done that during our Delhi trip. My clothes were not going to matter.Ayan: I did not do anything of that sort, Mom.Mona: I did not say you did. I just said you would have if you wanted to.Ayan: Yeah? And how would you have reacted if I did something to you?Mona: I don’t know. It depends on what you do to me.Ayan: Mom, I think we should just sleep. It’s so late already. I mean, it is early morning.Mona: Oh yes. It’s 3:00.