When the campaign began, my team mate, Kristina, supported Governor Christie. When he left the race, and supported Trump, so did Kristina. Trump really did need experienced campaign hands, and, apparently, Kristina was high enough up to offer jobs in the campaign, not just to solicit volunteers. Which she did. Three times. The third was the best offer I have ever had, and, when I turned it down, I knew there would not be a fourth. I was working for Gary Johnson by that time, anyway. I have never worked for anyone who never had a chance. I have had my balls to the wall, but there was always a chance.
I knew Trump had a chance. Everything I knew told me that, of the candidates presented, Johnson would make the best president.
Every model we had predicted that Clinton would win. We never threw this in Kristina's face, but she would always say "Don't worry. You'll be happy after election day." I do not believe "happy" is the correct word. I wanted a Republican.
Kristina was back on Thursday, a slight smile on her face. She knew she was not long for this institute. She was going to be in the Old Executive Office Building. The place that has been my ambition, and, had I not been so idealistic, I might have ended up there. I still suppose I might. Who knows what the future might bring? If I had to find a word for what Kristina looked like, it wold be "cat." Seriously. If people could purr, she would have been, I wanted to stroke her back. Actually, Kristina is quite attractive, and I wanted to stroke her front.
A few hours into the day, Vi asked Kristina "So, are you ready to have your pussy grabbed?"
"Always," she replied. "What ab out you, Pete? Aisha get her pussy grabbed enough?"
"I have no idea," I answered. "I'm not so much the grabbing type. More the caress and lick type."
Kristina laughed, self described prude Vi blushed, and the look on Ngok's face was priceless. Can we please not talk about our six lives for five seconds?
When I was alone with Kristina, I queried "Kristina...."
"Yes?" she said dolefully, thinking that I was going to ask if she could get me a job at the OEOB. Really, I have no idea what I was going to ask her for. Maybe she thought I was going to ask her for a blow job. In the whole Donald Trump spirit.
"Can you get Aisha and I tickets to the inaugural ball?"
She smiled. "That I can do. I can't tell you which one, but it will be one the President attends and will say a few words."
Sometimes you win. Other times, you dance.
