“First off, don’t ever sit down or stand up unless I tell you to,” he said, wiping his smile from his face.“I apologize, Mr. Boyd,” I said, ...feeling my face redden with embarrassment.“And second, don’t come in with such an outfit tomorrow,” he added.“Ok, um, how should I come?” I asked nervously. “I mean, how should I dress, sir?”“Dress like the secretary of Mr. Boyd,” he said, referring to himself in the third person.Feeling objectified and somewhat ashamed, I said, “Ok, I understand.”Bringing. Now!” said Mum from the dining room door. She pointed to a couple of chairs and Terri and I meekly complied. “Now what was there to be ratted out about,” she asked Terri.Terri squirmed uncomfortably.I jumped in, “A psychiatrist treating Daisy at the City Mental Hospital turned up at school this afternoon asking to see the video.”Terri looked at me gratefully. Mum didn’t intercede to make Terri tell the story so that had to be good, didn’t it?I continued, “Terri felt out of her depth in front of. Our tongues danced and I felt his hands on my huge ass, in a kiss that was probably uncomfortably long for his fellow passengers, but we didn't care. I couldn't wait to get him alone.Clinton said he had to pee, so I told him I'd pull the car up front. I was relieved, because I was afraid he'd insist on driving, and little did he knew, we weren't going home. I had a surprise for him. I was fiddling with the stereo when I heard the door open, and saw my man getting into the passenger seat. We. .." 'even if we did vote for the other guy.' "I doubt Congress will agree but, Yes, Your Excellency. I'd love to work with you." Well then," he raised his voice ... and hemmed, "Ahem ... you're all fired. Bye, don't let the door hit ya where the Good Lord split ya."The black suits with the sunglasses and coilly things in their ears stayed."Now, young person ... show me where this Princessapality is located. A globe you say?" Yes, your Excellency, it's in the Oval Office." Oh, I've heard of that.