It was Friday, April 18th, work had given me the month sabbatical I requested. Tomorrow morning I would be leaving the house at 5:00 a.m. for Springer...Mountain, Georgia. I would just leave without telling my wife.I got to Springer Mountain at 9:15 and was on the trail by 9:30. I had planned a fifteen-mile hike to the Gooch Mountain shelter, but I wasn't in as good of shape as I thought.By the third day, and I was really pushing myself as the Blood Mountain shelter was fourteen miles, and I. The American system of selecting leaders is screwy, in that the character traits which are best suited to winning elections are not the character traits best suited for being the President. There is no chance in hell I would have ever actually run for President. George Bush pulled me and my $20 million out of total national obscurity and dropped me in the VP slot. If he had his way, after four years he would have put me back into obscurity. Now I was the President, and most of the country. " We both hope so. Never more than four hours has been wearing on Michiko." Yeah. And you can't do breast-feeding." He laughed."And you?" Well, the visitors have gone. Has Rachel been out on a trip yet?" Just to the supermarket." Why don't you come over tomorrow? We can sit in the garden. We'll put down a groundcloth with a blanket on top. Rachel can sort of lie on the grass." Sounds good to me." When does she wake up?" Between eight and ten." Well, when she's up and fed come over. We'll have. After a few minutes I got up from the sofa, walked into the kitchen and explained I was not feeling well and was going to bed. He sat there with a smirk on his face, asking if I'm feeling okay. I just nodded, turned away and closed my door. I sat there for what felt like hours and then I heard a light tap on my bedroom door, I turned around to see him slowly entering my room. The sight of him made me go weak, he was just wearing his boxers, leaving nothing to the imagination with his hard cock.