I was afraid he’d blow me off or, well, something,” he said. The other man nodded.“The kitchen, you mean the one on Main?” said Rodney.“Yes,... that’s the one. I figure he’s probably hangin’ out in the neighborhood,” said Sammy.“Yes, yes, makes sense.“Look, I’m going to make the effort to see the man. I have some important news to tell him. He’s just got to straighten up and come to his senses,” said Rodney Pollard.“I don’t know about that, Mister Pollard. He’s pretty down has been since, well. "Good evening. Welcome to the White House, Doctor Pinchbeck."A very handsome and congenial man smiled at us as we arrived safely at the doors. We could hear soft chamber music and the odd sound of voices, an indistinct chattering like a flock of birds."May I have your name, sir?" the man asked, smiling at Josh."Me? I'm ... Josh," he shrugged and I stifled a giggle."Mr. Joshua Sinclair, my fiancé," I smiled and I knew Josh was on the approved guest list. This was merely White House etiquette,. “Would you rike to be my boyfriend?” he asked. “Can I see your tits then?” I asked as we were on our own. He easily lowered the bosom of his dress to reveal small yet perfectly formed breasts with puffy nipples. “Very nice!” I complimented him. “I buy you dlink then you can fuck Kimiko!” he suggested in his accented words. “Okay!” Let,s Face it. I,d experimented with homosexuality a few years before with my best friend so was no stranger to sucking cocks and if “Kimiko” which he called himself. I love it! A soothing, healing, comforting Earth goddess type, if you will. The reason that Julia Ann and Nina Hartley and Raylene and Morgan Fairchild are still so damn popular with the menfolk these days. A pity that Hillary never figured this out, isn’t it?“Yes, I love it! Emma Watson, eat your heart out! I am the woman of the future ... Me, not Miss HeForShe with hashtags who doesn’t really understand how most men honestly think and feel about postmodern, Third Wave feminism, does she? I.