’ Lee whispered. ‘I want to, I really do. I love you.’ There was another long period of silence. ‘Darin? I can be there in about 45 minutes. D... you really want me?’ She asked. ‘Yes! More than anything!’ ‘OK.’ She hung up. Darin almost ran for the shower, then after he dressed he busied himself attempting to clean up the typical male living alone mess. He was just stuffing the last of the dirty clothes into the hamper when he heard her knock. Answering it, she stood there with an almost shy look. “That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do your c***dren know this is where the money for their birthdays and Christmas present comes from? Do you think they’d be pleased about it? Proud of their mummy working so hard to earn the money for all the things they want? Even if the work involves spending much of her day on her knees sucking strangers’ cocks and swallowing their. " I answered.She looked at her watch and jumped up."Then I better get ready or we're gonna be late." She said."What about dad?" I asked."Your father has to be at the office early in the morning, he'll be off to bed soon. Besides, you're my date, remember?" She said with a wink.I waited for mom downstairs and made small talk with my father as he watched the game. Mom finally came down the stairs and she looked stunning. She was in a white mini-skirt and a matching halter-top that made her boobs. No, I couldn’t explain Mister Cheney’s bizarre behavior. All I had to do was look mystified and refuse to speculate when somebody asked me if I thought Dick Cheney was suffering from something stress related.So much for the current crop of neocons.That didn’t mean any of us could relax. All it would take was a single incident to go bad for the conservatives to call for my replacement, with somebody who would ‘fix the problem, once and for all!’ We had almost had such an incident with the ‘Shoe.