Believe it or not, I’d met President Clinton when I was about six. He must have been campaigning for someone, and I’d been with my granddad. I’d...liked him. The man knew how to make you feel special, and he’d taken a moment to talk to me. Later my granddad had been joking around with his buddies, and someone had spoken the now famous line. It had stuck in my head. It was a sad reminder that I would have to be careful about what I said around my boys. I didn’t want them repeating something. Now, she knew where she was! She heard that noise everyday. She was in a room somewhere in the court house. Where she had worked for the last 5 years. t Slowly standing up she struggled to remember how she had gotten there. She remembered one of the judges asking her to get a box of archived files from the basement. She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But why? She looked at the large bed in the room. She looked at the. “Morning Alicia, just my 9 o’clock with the CFO this morning?” he asked, and on her nod, which he thought looked less positive than usual, he continued, “Well, Alex, nice to see you so early in the morning, no panic on, is there?”“No, Boss,” he said, “all clear in the company, just wanted a quiet word before you open your Monday morning security report so I could explain in easier terms than what’s written on the page. Should only take five or ten minutes.”“Well, come on through, does Alicia. I leaned forward and began to lick her labia, savoring the juices that her climax had let loose, gently stroking her with my tongue. Kissing her and making love to her sex with my mouth. “Ok, you have to stop,” she said, “I forgot to lock the door. Anyone could come in.” “Wait right here,” I said, and I walked over to the front door and locked it from the inside. In the brief time I was away from her, she had hopped down onto the ground and had pulled her pants back up. “Your turn,” she said,.