I never really thought much of it because I always thought she had a boyfriend. Knock, knock, knock. “What the fuck?” I mumbled, pulling back the ...lanket and quickly throwing my shorts back on to see who else had decided to knock on my door at 3:00 am. I opened the door to see the same woman standing there, wearing a sexy smile and the same little-black-dress that she donned when she mistakenly tried to enter my apartment. I returned the same smile before my eyes roamed her lithe body, taking. CNN was airing a special on the "Life and Times of President John Gray," and speculating on how well or poorly Dryden would perform now that he was President. TNT was showing clips of my speeches, along with commentary from some people who claimed to be 'intimates' of the President.I could have told the folks at TNT that I'd never spoken to any of them in my life.ABC was sticking to the videos of the speech and the shooting, with shots of Marine One (by then no longer Marine One because Hawk. " Shut up," said Leo, "You'll go back in the morning, when we've all had a piece of your action." No," said Jacqui, "You mustn't do that. That's rape." Very funny," Leo responded, "You're a tart in a brothel and fucking you is fair game for anyone. You can't hang your cunt out with a for sale sign on it and then say no."Jacqui then found her mouth stopped with someone kissing her and someone else was fingering her body under her dress. Another hand was rubbing one tit rather roughly and it all. His resolve to convince her otherwise was starting to wane as she reached her hands around his neck. It was all he could do to ask the next question that was still clawing in his mind for air. ‘Why? Why do we have to die?’ Tears actually stung at his face while she pressed her body against his. It was a wonderful feeling that clashed with his mind’s state so dramatically. She moved her lips against his, speaking in his mind as they kissed passionately. I do not know, but I have never found.