I have no idea why anybody would want to run for President,” I countered. “So, what do you want out of me?” I asked him.“You can’t be doing ...hings on your own anymore. From now on you have a driver and a bodyguard full time. We can dress them appropriately, so they blend in. That stunt at the Westminster Diner? No more! What if Andy Stewart had been behind it, and the husband-and-wife team had been actors? You’d have been in Hagerstown, not him. No more of that stuff!”Huh! It’s one thing to. But Nimrod opens his eyes and smiles for me to join them.First, I just watch them moving, taking in and understanding their rhythm. Then I kneel on the bed beside Nimrod and kiss his mouth. He returns the kiss full measure. Saul manages to get a hand up on my thigh and his head makes contact with my breasts. Suddenly it is all hands and tongues on my body. It is my turn to moan. Saul's hands are everywhere, his mouth is focused on suckling my breast. Nimrod continues with my mouth. They have. Not speaking, she points to me and then the row of hooks where she placed her coat. She nods indicating I should hang mine there too. Smiling at her as I removed my coat, hanging it next to hers. She opens the door and enters. I follow glancing around the room. Seeing a bunch of cushions on the floor in front of the roaring fire. In the center of the room at the edge of the cushions there is a table that has some books/magazines, a bowl of mixed fruit and over in the corner was a record. I didn't want to see it coming. I heard her breathing right in front of me, gasping really. "Jackie, you can go home now, I've changed my mind. This isn't what I need to do. I hoped it was, but it isn't. Maybe if I'd stayed there that night and we'd fought, then it might have been what I needed. It's too late for that now." I won't say I was sorry not to get kicked between my legs, but I was disappointed that it was going to involve something different from physical punishment. She turned.