?I found my hips starting to push forward into his hand. Damn hips! Don't? do that! I whined louder, more pitifully, I hoped. It worked. He turned? to... me, his hand stopping for a moment. "Oh, does doggie need to go for a? walk? Have to pee?"?I didn't really, but that sounded like a good idea at the time, so I? ARFed once. I could run into the rest room at a gas station and calm? down.?"Okay. Good doggie for telling me." He patted my head and pulled the car? off the next exit. There was a short. He went to his own bedroom a few doors down the hall, changed out of his work suit, donned something a bit more comfortable -- loose slacks and a button up shirt -- and headed to the White House's basement.There, he greeted the Guard politely, discussed the primary school soccer match that had taken place on the North Lawn the day before, then passed through the steel bar gate the Guard unlocked for him. Carlton made his way to the end of the passageway, passed by a second Guard and a second. The two young teens were in love. Tom was a perfect gentleman.They would continue to date each weekend, and it seemed to Maria that Tom became a little less gentleman-like with each passing week. She understood that he was a senior and she was only a freshman, but she didn't like the pressure he was putting on her sexually. First, he pressured her to kiss, and then he pressured her to let him touch her tits. Every week was more of the same.Finally, after two months of dating, the pressure he. " You called me Georgie-Girl when you woke up," she smiled."Do you mind?" Not at all ... as long as it's you. Special privilege for a special man." In that case, I can live with Johnny from Nan and you," I grinned, taking her hand and squeezing it."As if on cue, a short, balding man entered the room. The smock and the stethoscope were a give-away. He was my doctor, I presumed."Nice to see you awake and alert already Mr. Smith. By the way, is that your real name?" he grinned."Yes sir, it is," I.