“Yes Key, I love you too,” she stood up straight from her bent position, arms folded, head cocked to the side.“Look, as much as Peterson is a pr...ck for calling me out in every meeting and presentation, I gotta step my game up and do better.”“Alright,” she said sharply and followed up with a sigh, eyes closing and tapping her right foot.“I’m going to hit the gym after work and burn off some steam.”“Hmmmm. Leave some of that steam for me.”“Oh? You got plans for me Mrs. James?” he reclined into. " What would 'this' be?" The man chuckled as he laid a hand on the woman's leg."Hey, no free samples," she brushed his hand off, jumping in surprise. She wavered in uncertainty, as though she was tempted to run for the door before she settled back onto her stool."Okay then. How much?" How much for what?" Oh come on honey. Cut the crap. We both know what you are. How much?" Well," her voice was scornful. "If we both know what I am, I at least think you should take off your wedding band before. Cindy looked at Fenton in awe; she was overcome by his need to ensure she was satisfied. Even if he had not realised it, the girl knew this had been his quest, even if it were unconsciously so. She pulled the sheets over them."Please let me sleep with you tonight Fenton." He looked at the soft flowing hair and downy arms, with her puppy-dog eyes, and smiled as he pulled her close."Of course Cindy." He kissed her forehead as she closed her eyes; he knew having her there would stop him. “I’m not surprised, not after that welcome home with John Boehner and John McCain. I assume they are just the tip of the iceberg of Republicans unhappy with our esteemed leader and are trying to figure a way to use me to regain power.”“That’s about it in a nutshell, Mister President,” commented Paige. I recalled that Mindy had plucked her from somewhere in the depths of Adrianopolis/Stouffer, so she must have had some sort of political background. “Everything we are hearing at the office is.