Chapter 17

The Democrats threw everything they could think of at the Crabbe Nomination but they lost. Even a few Moderate Democrats voted 'yes' for him which made the tally 68-32 in the end. Gabrielle, as President of the Senate sat there listening to the political wrangling going back and forth. To her surprise, they did not bring up any women once they learned that Crabbe was going to marry Heather Henry win or lose. President Thompson and his wife watched the vote from the Oval Office. He was proud of Gabrielle Cunningham for all the successful work she put in to get Crabbe on Court. Now if he could have the last two liberals retire in good health to enjoy the rest of their life, he would be a happy man. The opposite party, media, and liberals could accuse him of packing the Court, he would tell them that it was the truth. Now all he had to do is go over to Bethesda to get the numb feeling out of his left arm. It was starting to concern him. He endured it for several months but he was too busy to look after it.

"Remember that short video your friend sent you years back?" she asked her husband as they lay in bed. The effects of her fourth radiation treatment had dwindled and she felt like playing. This pleased Chris to no end. Most women in their late forties didn't feel like having sex with her husband. This was not true with Gabrielle. She seldom said no to him and only after her illness was too much for her. She seemed to like her sexcapades with him at least four to five times a week. She kept him on the straight and narrow. He could cheat on her if he wanted to. Which he didn't. He admired other womens beauty but temptation never raised its ugly head.

"What video is that?"

"You know," she gave him a playful punch in the arm. "The one that the babe is on her head and the guy puts his cock in her pussy..."

"Oh that one!" he recalled. "Gaby, I erased that ages ago and then gave it to some charity looking for used computers. I have no idea where it is now. Why?"

"I'd like for us to do it," she smiled seductively lightly rubbing her hand up and down his side.

"Now!"

"I can't think of a better time," Gabrielle rolled over on top of him. "I feel good, I'm horny that wants me putting Walker in me and getting me satisfied." She started using the name of Walter after a joke she heard at a White House get together. She was slightly soused at that and seduced him in the back seat of the limo.

"We better wait until we get home, this is cramped."

She stood on her head wondering what got into her. Looking back she couldn't recall being this sexually hungry. Yes, she could give herself some satisfaction but she needed her husband badly.

As soon as they walked into the quarters, Gabrielle did her striptease act as she dropped her fur on the floor, opera gloves followed in different directions, gown flung over the bannister, heels on the stairs, maxi-pad at the entrance. He picked up after her. After carefully hanging up her sable and luxurious gown, he undressed himself watching her staring at him. He waited until the very end to shed his shorts. Walter was as long and hard as she ever saw it.

"Hurry," she ordered. "I'm getting anxious."

"Who says?"

"The Vice-President of the United States," she managed to get on her head as he stood on the mattress. "Get going."

"Yes Madam Vice-President," he steadied her by holding her hips. She wrapped her legs around his thick thighs. He tapped Walter on her already wet slit. He put it in her hole. Then she started moving up and down and squeezing him as he stood there with his back against the wall. Neither lasted very long. She had an immediate orgasm, he had his followed by another for her.

"I'm getting old at this kind of play," Chris said, after they eased into each others arms while she cuddled up to him.

"Where's the man I married?" Gabrielle giggled. "Is he getting too old to keep up with his wife?"

The phone rang.

"Got it," Gabrielle reached for the phone while her ass never lost touch with his wet cock. "Hello," she said into the phone knowing that the Secret Service was listening in.

"Gabrielle, the minority leader of the Canadia Government passed away a few hours ago," Thompson informed her.

"And Sir?"

"Hop on AF Two at about noon and fly up to Quebec for the funeral at noon the day after tomorrow. I'll send a translator who speaks fluent French to go with you. I say be at Andrews a half hour before."

"Yes, Mister President," she said.

"When's your next treatment?"

"Three weeks Sir," she replied.

"Okay, get with me when you return."

"Yes, Mister President."

"If you take the Mister with you, no problem. Say hello to him," Thompson hung up.

"Do you like funerals?" Gabrielle asked, closing off her cell.

"Not yours and not mine," Chris chuckled.

"Well, we're attending our first," she cuddled closer to him. "Get used to it, darling, because this is a part of my job."

For the next six months Gabrielle dragged Chris around the world for funerals, inaugerations, and second class meetings. In between she had her treatments and visits home to see her dying father who had full blown Hodgkins. She now knew from whom she inherited this from though her mother and brothers were healthy and strong. In private, the boys never ceased to stop teasing her.

Being the Vice-President of the United States, Garbielle was able to secure the best of medical personnel to treat her father. However she was told it was only a matter of time before he would die. "It's a matter of time for all of us," Peg was using all the faith she could muster for the inevitable. "The Bible says 'It is appointed once for a man to die, then the judgment.'"