Just For Laughs
Copyright© 2007 by ShannonQ
Chapter 22
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 22 - A tiny sprite of a girl puts her profile online at a dating website. She is 20 and has been tormented by her older brothers when it comes to her dating. They threaten the poor boys until they leave or only have one date with her. There no repeat dates. A man answers her profile. Is he her dream come true? Is he the man of her fantasies? How does she cope with her brothers?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Spanking White Couple Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Squirting Pregnancy Cream Pie Size
It was a landslide. President Cunningham won 47 states and lost three. She received OVER 80,000,000 while Wilson received 58,000,000. She won the Electorial College 532-57. Only Massachusetts, Hawaii, and Rhode Island did not end up in her column. Not since Ronald Reagan defeated Walter Mondale was a victory so one sided. She was the first Republican to take Illinois since Reagan took it in 1984. The conservatives and independents who voted for Cunningham whooped it up while the liberals were scratching their heads on what went wrong. Their inner poll numbers pointed to a narrow win. Though the bloggers said otherwise, the Democrats did not believe what was said. They still felt their information to be solid.They jumped on the "voter fraud" bandwagon.
Gabrielle was more interested in her hot dog from Flakey's than the results from the election. She had a piece of toast with honey spread over it and a cup of green tea in the morning and she was starved as she laid her back against Chris' strong chest. She had confounded the experts and pundits that predicted a very close race. President Cunningham was in her element of knowing something had led to this reversal of fortune. She was shocked that she won 44% of the black vote. The most any Republican ever received in the 20th or 21st century.
No one knew it at the time was that she drew many African-American voters from not casting their ballots Democratic automatically. Gabrielle, singlehandedly, somehow drew the blacks out to vote at least 40% to the Republican side.
At Midnight, she dressed and appeared at her White House quarters to appear before the workers who wanted the Republicans to stay in office to thank them for their hard work and perserverence. Her speech was not in praise of herself but of all her workers. Vi Green began the "Foxy" chant.
"FOXY" FOXY" FOXY" FOXY" FOXY" FOXY." Gabrielle waved to the peope and at the television too knowing her family were watching. "I love you, Mom," she mouthed the words. All four of her ogre like brothers had tears in their eyes watching "RUNT" remain the first female President and the first to win by outright election. Then she bid everyone a good night with a cheerful wave though she hated that Foxy nickname.
She boarded the Presidental helicopter to be flown to Bethesda as Chris was being prepped for his four way bypass surgery. She asked for and received a bed in his room. She promised the staff of Bethesda the moon if they'd let her stay in his ICU room.
The operation lasted five hours. Gabrielle slept in a spartan roll-away cot. She couldn't hold out until the operation was over. Dr. Edmund Wigand, an English cariologist and looked upon the best in this field did the surgery. He happily gave her the news that all went well.
"Madam President," he held her hand. "Your husband is going to recover do what he was like as a young man. Give him a few weeks of rest and then another few in therapy he'll be a new man."
"Thank you so much," she tried brushing the sleep from her eyes. "I've been so worried about him for the last six months. I've been praying for him every chance I got."
"Well, your prayers have been answered."
"Thank you again," she climbed back into the bed laying there for her.
A week later Chris Cunningham came home from Bethesda. Gabrielle greeted her husband with a long kiss for the press, then held his hand as he was taken into the White House and their room. There were piles of papers relating to the economy. The President was going to use his brain for what he was good at.
"As soon as you as you're up to it, I want you to make out a budget that I can relate to the nation in my Inaugural speech. I want this to be as tight a budget as I can get. You said you had some ideas about cutting spending and eliminating stupid taxes. This flat tax is going stop all the local taxes."
"Yes dear," he sounded like a parrot.
She playfully slapped his arm. "Do you see this woman standing behind me? She's Roberta Sheffield, a secret service agent. She has a black belt in breaking faces. If you smart off with me, I'll have her throw you in the secret White House dungeon."
"Yes dear," he mimicked a parrot.