"What's wrong?" I queried, taking hold of her right hand. "You seem burdened, frightened, or troubled, and it can't be about me, so, spit it out. What...s wrong?"She gave me her version of the look and said, "The entire White House is in a fury. The way the news covered the Rose Garden ceremony seems to have set off an internal war, between the President's inner circle and the political guys. I'm afraid that the rest of us are going to be collateral damage by the time the dust settles." Don't let. At last I put up the whole matter upon the almighty god and went out for office. Reaching office I took one week sudden leave and left the office. I went to the market and bought some shalwar, kamiz, skirt and blouse for Fatima. I also bought some toiletries and cosmetics for her.Fatima became very glad to get all those. She began to kiss hugging me tightly. I also bought some food items i.e. rice, meat, vegetables and other spices; I know how to cook all. I was cooking and Fatima helped me. At. Her eyes were closed. She purred with each mini orgasm until letting our a scream of pleasure as I exploded inside her tight pussy. It all made for a strange contrast of white creamy cum against our dark mud covered bodies. When we finished, we skinny dipped in the chilly waters of the river and drip dried inside the apartment. When the Berlin Airlift ended, some of our troops were recalled to the United States . Our unit was one of them. I had to tell Hilda, but I had a plan. She and Marit. The Israelis, who she disliked the tactics of, did not kill him. They did not ask him to go into their country and blow himself up, with a suicide bomb, in a crowd of people, most or all of whom were probably basically innocent individuals who, like her, just wanted to see an end to this nonsense. No, he and the local band of self-righteous fools did. That was one of the many reasons she decided to go to school in America. To get away from all the childish hatred. It was so.