I collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. A minute later, Marilyn said, “Is that it? Get back to work, Mister! No resting on the job!”
I snorted in laughter and rolled off of her. “Bitch, bitch, bitch! Nothing but complaints in this job! Give me a chance to catch my breath!”
Marilyn kept prodding me. “None of this goofing off! You have work to do!”
“I’ll show you some work!” I rolled back onto her and began tickling her under the ribs and undoing her top. Marilyn squealed and tried to fight me off, in between squeals and screams, but she was weighed down by me, and I kept up until she managed to roll me off. I grabbed her quick and finished undressing her, leaving her in just her heels. Undeterred, I rolled her onto her stomach and started pinching her ass. That caused her to squawk even louder, as well as humping her butt up and trying to make me stop. As soon I got stiff again I drilled her doggy style. That calmed her ass down!
Afterwards I crawled off Marilyn and rolled onto the floor. Marilyn commented, “I need to take a shower. Somebody got me all sweaty.”
I sniffed theatrically. “You’re right! You need to take a shower!”
“Whose fault is that?”
“Hey, I was just following orders!” I stood up and grabbed for my clothing. “What’s the plan for the rest of the day?”
“It doesn’t involve your wearing clothing,” she responded.
I looked over at her and smiled. “Very ambitious, but I think you’ll find I end up sticking to the furniture if we follow through on that idea.”
“Yuck!”
I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yuck. I think it works better if you stay naked and I put some pants on rather than the other way around.”
“Oh? Really? That’s your plan?”
“Seems simple enough to me.”
“Maybe I’ll just buy you a Speedo.”
“Lady, you don’t have enough money to get me to wear a Speedo!”
“I’ll just borrow it from my husband. He understands what I’m looking for in a boy toy!”
“Go take that shower!” I ordered. Ye Gods! A Speedo? Thank God we had built a small ‘shack’ for the security detail. It was tucked behind some trees, giving us a certain sense of privacy. There was no more al fresco fun and games, but we were alone in the house now.
I cleaned up our clothing while Marilyn showered, and then I cleaned up when she got out. Then, dressed again, though without my briefs on, we went out and got some dinner. Over drinks, while waiting for our dinner, Marilyn asked, “Is international travel while going commando a violation of a Federal law for Congressmen?”
“No, just a violation of any sense of taste and decency for most of them. Can you imagine Newt Gingrich going commando?” I answered.
“Ewwwwww!!! Not when we’re about to eat!”
“Hey, I have to work with the guy! You just get to fantasize about him.”
“You’re about to wear our meals.”
Dinner was some conch fritters and shrimp, along with some rum punches. As we dined, Marilyn asked, “So, when do you have to be back in Washington?”
“We reconvene on the 3rd, just like last year, this Friday. We’ll probably recess again on Saturday. It’s a wonder anything actually gets done in that town.”
She looked at me curiously. “Sorry you ran?”
I was on the point of a witty comeback, but stopped. “Are you sorry I ran?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, remember back when I was asked about going career in the Army? I said yes, but I needed to talk to you. You knew I was going in, but you hadn’t signed up to go career with me. Remember that?” Marilyn sipped and nodded, so I continued. “Well, I mean, you really didn’t sign up to be the wife of a politician! Are you okay with what’s gone on? It’s been two years now since I said I would try it. Do you want me to keep going or quit?”
“And like I told you about the Army, this isn’t about me. I want you to be happy. Answer me this — Are you happy? Do you think you’re doing any good?” she countered.
“You know, I think so. I mean, it’s like trying to suck molasses through a straw, but I think so. This Gulf War Syndrome bill for example, sooner or later somebody would have done something, but I made it happen sooner, and it’s probably going to pass. Maybe some vets will benefit from that, and not have to wait around for the VA to get around to working on it.”
This was true, too. The bill was a low cost and high feeling-good bill. Bob Kerrey had roped almost every veteran in the Senate into co-sponsoring the bill, and I had gotten a lot of the Republican veterans in the House to go along. Bob had added a few more veteran related bells and whistles which I could live with, including an expansion of education benefits for Gulf War vets. The only people who didn’t want this to pass were the House Democratic leaders, who wanted me to die slowly and painfully. Gingrich was delighted with this, and was squawking about Democratic retribution. That got him onto the Sunday morning talk shows.
“So, there’s your answer. We’ll stick with you. Don’t worry about me or the kids. It’s not like you’re commuting between D.C. and California. That I might complain about!”
“Wow! No shit!”
Marilyn asked, “So, were you looking for my blessing before running again? Don’t you have to do that this coming year?”
“Every two years, like it or not! I told Brewster McRiley I would let him know this week.”
“He going to be your campaign manager again?”
I gave her a wry smile. “Sort of. He’ll be managing a couple of Congressmen this year, and he’s got an assistant for each of us. I think he’s trying to become an election supermarket. Hire his company and he’ll get you elected. He’ll directly work with somebody new down in Virginia, and then supervise an assistant who will work with me.” I shrugged. “I’ll call him tomorrow and meet him next week at my office. He likes working for me. I pay his bills on time.”
“Who’s running against you?” my wife asked.
“Not really sure yet. Nobody is going against me in the primary. I’ve heard a couple of names on the Democratic side, but I don’t know how serious they were, or whether they’ll end up with a primary. There’s one of the county commissioners in Carroll County, and a county councilman in Baltimore County, District Three, I think. Beyond that, though, I don’t know. Somebody’s going to run against me, that’s for sure. It’s still a mostly Democratic district, and nobody is going to let me keep it for free!”
“You’ll win. I know you.” Marilyn smiled. “Maybe we should get a photo of you in that Speedo, go for the women’s vote!”
I almost spewed out my drink at the thought, and started laughing. “Could you imagine what Andy Stewart would have done with that? Or maybe a picture of you in a thong? If I have to wear a Speedo, you have to wear a thong!”
“Oh my God! I don’t want to think about it!”
“I know! We’ll get you a blonde wig, and you can wear that red club dress I bought you that time. Think of the scandal!”
“Keep dreaming, Congressman!” She was grinning, though.
When we got back to Hougomont, there was a note stuck to our door, an invitation to a New Year’s Eve party at Government House. Marilyn nodded an approval, so the next morning I called and accepted, and then arranged for a limo and driver. We had brought some good clothing with us, at least as far as a suit for me and some nice dresses for Marilyn. We would make our manners with the Bahamian government, have a drink or two, and then go over to Paradise Island and round out the night there. With a little luck I could soak them for a nice chunk of change at the blackjack table.