Washington 2
Melissa was at her most wicked best.Imagine, a year ago she was a physical therapist. Now she had thetwo greatest asses, one presidential, the other a new ass on theSupreme Court, tethered across her couch in the hotel suite. ThePresident was behaving himself well enough; this was becoming aregular cure for him. The press had noticed his improved behavior.That, with his lovely little silver pin only added allure to themovement.
Everyone, Republican or Democrat had toagree: a president who does not embarrass the nation is a positivething. Melissa felt a special sense of pride in her work. She nevertried to tell him what to do at a policy level, that wasn’t theirrelation. Basic ability to treat women properly, and dealdiplomatically with allies, was a whole other matter. His t
