I think of him often these days. His picture appears in the paper too much to allow me to forget. He’s still the same beautiful man and he’s frequ...ntly pictured with the same damned dogs. They’re probably different dogs—it’s been twenty years—but they look the same as the ones I remember. He’s almost always at Camp David in the pictures, sometimes pictured with the latest tyrant of the Middle East, sometimes with the current president. He seems apolitical, appearing as part of the ‘peace. I forgot that I had left a porno inthe VCR though, and she accidentally pressed the playbutton. The television was quiet enough that I didn’thear what was on it. I was busily working on her gamesettings while she watched Kaylee get fucked by twoburly sailors. I finished with her account and turnedto her to tell her so. As I looked away from themonitor, I saw her scramble for the remote in apanicked manner. I immediately thought, this can not begood.“Beth,” I inquired of my. It’s hard to tell.You’re blushing as you twist your toes into the grass, your thighs trembling. You look at me with desire and pleading in your eyes.“I can’t hold it any longer, Annie. I really need to pee.”“Do it in your swimsuit. I want to see your pee running down your legs.”“That’s what I want, Annie. I want to feel it too. I really need to do it though.”“That’s good. Let it go, my dearest.”I see you relax your muscles, and all at once the tiny wet patch spreads across the front of your. What a beautifulman… My eyes slide over him from the tip of his dark head down towhere I know his cock is under the blanket. I hold my breath as I feel the familiar rush of sexual arousal,laughing silently to myself at the fact that I WOULD have to feelfrisky in the middle of the night, while he is in the otherworld ofdreams. Too bad… But wait a minute, I have this sexy man lying here in my bed, sowhy shouldn’t I take advantage of it? Granted, he is sleeping,.