Chapter 19

President Cunningham proved to be a tough opponent to congress. She did things that she only dreamed of when she was in the House and Senate. She forced her Republican led majority to vote in a line item veto. Living presidents of the past hailed her spunk and ability to get something done that they failed to do. She also ended all pork spending by that line item veto. Senators and House members from both parties plus a few independents screamed in protest when she hurt their states and districts while saving the taxpayers billions of dollars. The Democrats thought they now had an issue in the next election if she chose to run for another term.

Meanwhile Chris had to give up his beloved cigars, overly drinking, and fatty foods. He had a mild heart attack that layed him low for weeks. The helicopter was ready to go from its pad at the White House to ferry her over to Bethesda when she had time to visit him. They chatted on the phone several times a day cheering each other up. She'd end the call by saying, "Get well and come home. I need Walter badly." By now the Secret Service picked up who Walter was. It became a point of amusement between the female agents. They started guessing how long Walter was fully erected and the size of its girth.

Clarke proved to be a wise choice as a Vice-President. He had the know how due to his experience of six years as Governor of Louisiana. He was an immense help to her in the economy and energy. With his help she managed to get drilling as close as five miles off the Gulf Coast from Western Florida to the Texas coast. Of course, this sent the environmentalist into a furious tizzy. They called for her impeachment.

"Gaby, it would be a bone stuck in their throats if you decided to run for another term. This is a gift, the next time you'll have to win it on you own," he advised.

"Another term?" she dropped Walter. "You've got to be out of your head. I want out. Another four years of this shit will put me in a straight jacket. What happened to our sailing around the world seeing everything of interest we discussed."

He took her hand and put it back on Walter, "Babe, have you seen the polls? You're the most popular president since Ronald Reagan. The liberals are shaking in their shoes and pissing in their pants trying to think of some way to beat you."

"I'll be pissing in mine if I run," she yanked her hand from Walter and tried to toss it away. "I don't want this, Chris."

"I wouldn't be mentioning this but you're off to a great start. No one ever got that line item veto. Think of it. You've got this nation by the balls. You've had mine for almost thirty years. Since you walked into my life, I've never wanted anyone else."

"What does that have to do with it?" she put her hand on Walter again and started squeezing it.

"I'd never say this unless I truly believed you couldn't do this. I believe our founding fathers made a mistake. Not having a set of balls shouldn't be a reason for eliminating a person."

"Well this pussy is not for sale for whatever reason. Only Walter has a right to me," she broke out in a laugh. Though the subject was serious, she couldn't help but to see the humor in it.

"That's because Doctor Cunningham's special injection makes you feel so good," he rolled on top of her. Gabrielle guided Walter to her pussy and slid it in.

"Are you sure the doctor said you can do this?"

"They said if I feel up to it, I can. And even if it not, I'd lie anyway. Walter loves Pussy," he began very slow. Just as Gabrielle liked.

Vice-President Clarke was the one who had talked President Cunningham into running for another term. He told how popular she was. He explained to her that being a beautiful woman only made her preferred over any other candidate of either party. Plus she had the know how to be President and if she wished, she could pack the cabinet with the best and brightest. This man and Chris convinced her into running. "If you do this, you can have all the Walter you want," he added, causing Gabrielle to break into hysterical laugher.

It was February of the New Year when Gabrielle announced her intent to run for another term as President. The Republicans showed their pleasure while the Democrats fumed. But the opposite party secretly rejoiced believing that President Cunningham was as weak a candidate since Bob Dole running way back in 1996. They felt they had at least six men who could defeat this little half pint of a woman.

The Republican Party found a new nickname for her. She was referred to as Little Fox or Little Foxy. This embarrassed Gabrielle. The Media picked up the name and played it for all it was worth.

"I don't like it," she complained. "It sounds like I'm a Hollywood celebrity. Next thing you know they're going to compare me to Cindy Morrow."

"How about Hot Chick!" Chris teased. "You've been called that when you first entered Congress."

"Don't be such an ass," Gabrielle threw her napkin at him. They were having lunch in the Oval Office. The server quietly slipped out as she stood up and stamped her foot. "I was young, twenty-five, and darn cute. I didn't mind it back then. But I'm fifty now and a grandmother. Little Fox makes me want to burst at the seams."