The Adventures of George W. Bush
Bill blushes a little at the forwardness of your question. "Well, Mr. President," he starts to explain. "We're all freaks deep down inside, aren't we?"
You shrug. "I guess..." "I'll tell you what, Mr. President," he goes on. "If I took you down to Jamaica I'd want to take a shower with you right away, that would be the first thing I'd do..."
You look around nervously and fidget a little in your seat. "I'm not sure Laura would appreciate that..." Bill leers at you with a lascivious glint in his eyes. "Yeah, we'd check into the room, and we would order up some room service and, uh, you'd definitely get two wines into you as quickly as possible. Maybe intravenously, get those glasses into you..."
You're definitely getting freaked out now. "I'm more of a beer man, myself," you point out. "Look, forget I asked about the loofah. The girl was obviously making the whole thing up..." But O'Reilly doesn't seem to hear you. "You would basically be in the shower and then I would come in and join you, and you would have your back to me and I would take that little loofah thing and kinda soap up your back. - rub it all over your taut muscles, get you to relax with the hot water and...um....you know, you'd feel the tension drain out of you and...uh...you would still be with your back to me and I would kinda put my arm into one of those loofah mits. Then I would put it around front and kinda rub your tummy a little bit with it, and then my other hand would start massaging your chest, get your nipples really hard, cuz I like that and you have a really spectacular chest..."
Okay, now you know Laura wouldn't appreciate this. "I'm flattered," you tell him. "I mean, really. You're a handsome fellow yourself. But I'm a married man, and also a devout Christian." Bill waves a hand dismissively. "I'm Catholic, myself. What does that matter? I could get lost in your big brown eyes forever..."
For some reason you find yourself becoming...attracted to this man!? Oh dear...
You shrug. "I guess..." "I'll tell you what, Mr. President," he goes on. "If I took you down to Jamaica I'd want to take a shower with you right away, that would be the first thing I'd do..."
You look around nervously and fidget a little in your seat. "I'm not sure Laura would appreciate that..." Bill leers at you with a lascivious glint in his eyes. "Yeah, we'd check into the room, and we would order up some room service and, uh, you'd definitely get two wines into you as quickly as possible. Maybe intravenously, get those glasses into you..."
You're definitely getting freaked out now. "I'm more of a beer man, myself," you point out. "Look, forget I asked about the loofah. The girl was obviously making the whole thing up..." But O'Reilly doesn't seem to hear you. "You would basically be in the shower and then I would come in and join you, and you would have your back to me and I would take that little loofah thing and kinda soap up your back. - rub it all over your taut muscles, get you to relax with the hot water and...um....you know, you'd feel the tension drain out of you and...uh...you would still be with your back to me and I would kinda put my arm into one of those loofah mits. Then I would put it around front and kinda rub your tummy a little bit with it, and then my other hand would start massaging your chest, get your nipples really hard, cuz I like that and you have a really spectacular chest..."
Okay, now you know Laura wouldn't appreciate this. "I'm flattered," you tell him. "I mean, really. You're a handsome fellow yourself. But I'm a married man, and also a devout Christian." Bill waves a hand dismissively. "I'm Catholic, myself. What does that matter? I could get lost in your big brown eyes forever..."
For some reason you find yourself becoming...attracted to this man!? Oh dear...