I never realized this was a place to prowl. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? Finally I saw Jerry sitting at the bar. He probably was drinking his...favorite, Knob Creek, and looked out over the tables nearby. The dealers were animated and they were doing their best to keep the excitement up. I quietly walked over to him and finally caught his eye. ‘Is this chair taken? You don’t appear to have anyone with you tonight, hon.’ My hand touched his hand while I made strong eye contact with him.. In the seven months you've been president, you have had way more than your share of THOSE days.The presidency was beginning to take its toll on you. Although you look younger than most 53 year old men you know, you have noticed the beginnings of wrinkles on your face to go along with the new grey hairs that are sprouting all over your head.You sit back down behind your antique desk (the one used by Roosevelt, and Kennedy and Reagan) and smile to yourself. The job may be stressful, but some of. We lay there for nearly an hour, smoking cigarettes and sipping our beer, making small talk until Sally walked out from the upper bedroom with two beers in her hands. ‘I’ve brought you two……oh. I…I’m sorry,’ she stammered. ‘I didn’t realise you’d both be naked up here.’ I had quickly gotten up and went and took the two beers from her, noting that her eyes were fixed on John’s groin. ‘I…I’m going out with K9 in a minute. See you in an hour,’ and she quickly left the sundeck, her face a little. But Andrew might derive some benefit from the mild sibling rivalry that is bound to arise out of our sharing the same man. We love each other, Dee Dee and I. But who can tell what goes on inside the head of a man, if anything? After all, if he can really tell us apart, won’t he also have an opinion of which one he likes better? Dee Dee has a head start, but I want it to be me. I am such a bitch! As Andrew drove us to his apartment, we made small talk. Frankly, I don’t remember much of what we.