The next year was an election year, and his campaign had been cranking out the ads, fueled by big business. The ads stopped when the big companies sto...ped funneling money to him, hurting because of the economic shortfalls the crisis had created, and he soon announced his plans to retire after this term. Jim told me much later that he had come within millimeters of having impeachment proceedings being started.What happened to Jasmine? Well, Jasmine ended up smelling like a rose, pun intended.. “I call it licking your ass,” I said, then addressed Mo, lest she feel left out in this complicated arrangement.“Do you like me licking your ass, Mo?” I asked.Mo wriggled by way of reply.“I love you licking my ass,” she said, and promptly ground her hindquarters into my face as she came, exultant, yet with just a trace of sheepishness.I gave Mo’s buttocks a warm, affectionate kissing and licking as she lay flat on the sofa.“Okay, my turn,” Betty said authoritatively. “Okay, Mo?”“Have fun,” Mo. We were in my office when he told me we were through. Maybe I should have gone out for coffee with him like he asked, but having the secretaries at my office whisper about how David had announced that we were through just wouldn't do. I had to give them something else to whisper about.I decided to work on his weak spot. I called him and told him that I missed him terribly and that even if it was just for an afternoon, I had to have him back. I think the thought of a woman "throwing herself. I think?" I said, questioning. "We're going out. We're going to be bad. You're going to get a few drinks in you before we leave. I'll be driving!" OK!" I said, shrugging my shoulders. I slammed the 7&7, and it was a strong one. I took a quick shower, and there was another double strength one waiting when I emerged. "I want you to wear the clothes I put on the bed. Nothing else!" she told me, handing me the drink. I pounded it down, and headed to the bed. She'd put a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.