The President's Gay Wife Pt. 03

Gerald coughed and said hearing that was a relief.

"Oh, hello darling," Magnolia yawned. I suppose you have just walked in and thought you'd caught Skye and me having a piece of each other?"

Gerry opened his mouth to reply no when Skye roared "Yuk!" and Magnolia landed in a complaining heap at Skye's feet.

"Skye, slap her around a bit whenever she attacks your rigid sexuality. It will assist in her restoration of her monogamous marital status or, at the very least, being interested in having sex only with men."

"As the way it was meant to be?"

"Yes, that is a widely-held view Skye."

Skye picked up Magnolia and virtually tossed her at Gerry to hold and said, "Some kisses will underpin her desire to adjust." He looked at her surprised as if having thought she was nothing more than a muscular birdbrain.

Skye walked into the kitchen and addressed Mrs Sharples. "I need to take privately to Jane, a security check."

"Go ahead dear, she's not needed until I'm ready to serve dinner."

"Don't you have a cook?"

"No, I rather like cooking but we bring in professionals when we have guests."

"Aren't I a guest?"

Mrs Sharples said no, Skye was considered family and received an affectionate pat on the head. "Tell Magnolia to take you to my private sitting room for your wee chat."

"It's an interrogation."

"Whatever you wish to call it dear."

Skye terrified the 21-year-old, especially questions about sexual preferences and political attitudes because she never thought a great deal about politics and was relatively sexually inexperienced. However she cheered up when Skye advised her to forget politics and if she wanted more sex she should go out to bars more frequently.

"But I don't particularly like alcohol."

"Not many women go to bars to drink," Skye said and noting Jane's interest spent fifteen minutes tutoring Jane on surefire ways of landing a male to bang.

"I thought it was the male who banged the woman?"

Skye said that depended on one's attitude. "Most guys can't believe their luck when the girl takes over."

"You're so inspirational Skye," Jane said, clasping her arm. Skye tensed but let it be.

"Did I pass?"

"Yeah, you're a little wimpy but politically you appear no threat which is good and I was impressed when you said you loved your mother because she was so sweet."

"Hold me up Skye, I want to kiss you."

"What?"

"I said hold me up I want to kiss you. Don't wimp out on me Skye."

She was hoisted and said, "No, your cheek not your lips, I'm no pussy-licker."

Skye's laughed boomed through the house as Gerry teased one of his wife's nipples. Magnolia giggled and said, "Dinner will be late darling if that's Skye terrorizing the staff."

Two guys attached to Parliamentary Security came on duty for the night at 10:00 and the senior guy came through the house checking occupants, doors and windows. Skye, bathed in sweat, came up the basement stairs carrying Freddie, who looked exhausted.

Sir Gerald and a security guy raced over to them and the President asked, "What's wrong."

"I'm okay, Lord Fitzroy. Skye rather wore me out. I gave up on eighteen press-ups and she was on seventy when I stopped her and it was the same with pull-ups on the bar. With the weights she pressed three times more than my record press and then she left me gasping as we completed the circuit and when she asked where we going to run a few miles around the track inside our perimeter fence I more or less collapsed."

"Who are you?" Skye asked, eyeing the security guard in uniform.

"More to the point, who are you? There's no guest logged."

Skye reached out and draggled the struggling guy to her. "I asked first Bozo."

"Cedric ma'am, Cedric Owens."

"Are you gay Cedric? Christ, what a name."

"No ma'am. I live with a dame and have another on the side."

"Go in peace Cedric. I'm with the Bureau. You have no need to know my name."

"The Bureau! Ohmigod."

"Finish your round Cedric and then clear out. Double check you're locked the door behind you."

Gerry stood beside Skye as they watched Cedric make his exit. Sir Gerald slipped an arm around her waist and casually dropped it and squeezed a butt cheek.

Almost at a whisper Skye said, "Are you an adulterer Gerry?"

He froze.

Then her voice rose. "Have you any idea how I punish adulterers?"

Gerry pulled away and fled, saying, "Goodnight Skye. We breakfast at 8:00."

Next morning Gerry and Magnolia couldn't believe the difference in tone in the house when they entered the dining room just behind Skye. Skye pulled up the blinds higher, opened windows and switched the radio from classical to a soft rock station. Gerry gave her a wide berth but delivered a cheerful good morning while Magnolia went up to her confidently and hugged her.

"Nice smell."

"Call it a nice fragrance darling. Perfumes don't smell. Are you aware a fine perfume masks the smell of perspiration."

"You mean sweat?"

"Oh yes, I suppose I do. If I bought you some would you use it?"

"I suppose so."

"Skye!"

"Yes ma'am. I would since you appear to be recommending that I do."

"Wear it and you'll have guys all over you."

Skye licked her lips but said, "My rule is one guy at a time."

"You can always ask them to stand in line."

Jane came in with orange and tomato juice. "Good morning sir, good morning ma'am."

"Call her Magnolia unless strangers are around."

"Yes Skye. Good morning Skye."

"Kiss me if you want to."

"Oh Skye, I really don't think..."

"You've been invited. It's a privilege," Magnolia smiled.

Mrs Sharples bustled in, half-curtsied to Sir Gerald and Magnolia. "Oh Skye, bacon and eggs for you?"

"Any chance of a piece of steak as well?"

"Oh, a working man's breakfast. Fries and tomatoes as well?"

"Skip the tomatoes, they're mostly water."

"Oh, its so delightful to prepare somebody a real breakfast. How would you like you three eggs done darling?"

"Are three eggs okay Magnolia?"

"Have a dozen if you wish Skye. We'd not want you to waste away."

"Three eggs are fine Mrs Sharples."

"Oh Skye, please call me Nancy."

"Where's Freddie."

"He's feeling poorly this morning Skye so he's in the kitchen eating porridge. Did you seduce him in the basement last night? He's completely exhausted."

"What that weed? Nah, I just pushed him a little too hard on the circuit. I really don't go any smaller than Gerry."

The clink of a spoon in a porridge bowl in the kitchen could be heard.

Then Mrs Sharples said "Oh dear", Magnolia had slapped a hand over her mouth to smother laughter and the counter-punching former politician, with years of experience in the House dealing with cutting interjections, said calmly, "I rather doubt my ability to survive an unrestrained bonking from you Skye, if you don't mind me saying so."

"I apologize for my stupid remark sir."

"Stupid? It was a delightful analogy and a naughty sense of humor Skye," Gerry said in gentle rebuttal. "We should all be laughing."

Magnolia took away her hand and screamed with laughter, the others grinning, the tension evaporating.

When Magnolia and Skye left early and Gerry accompanied them to the garage, the two new guards on shift waved and called out, "Hi Skye." She waved and turning to Gerry again apologized for her comment at breakfast.

"Skye, if I'd been angry I would have whacked you."

She brightened visibly and said, "Thank you Gerry, I now feel much relieved."

"God, Gerry's taken a shine to you," Magnolia laughed, as they drove off.

"Magnolia!"

"Oops sorry Skye. Being with you if much more fun that being with other women."

"Magnolia!"

"Oh Skye, don't be so sensitive. Perhaps I can teach you about understanding your sexuality?"

There was no reply so Magnolia said. "Welcome to the family Skye. I'm going to love having you around for a month and by the end of that time I know I'll be really sorted. You are such an inspiration."

"This is turning out to be my most difficult assignment ever."

"Oh darling, that's because you see sex as being simply black and white, rather than in all shades of black and colors. If sex and sexuality and our attitudes to them both were simple, we really wouldn't be interested."

"Isn't it a lovely day?"

"Not really," Magnolia smiled, "but I get the message."

They arrived to find Kitty apparently thrilled to see them.

"Oh Magnolia and Skye, I've so missed your company. I was so bored with myself last night that I almost went crazy and called him. Instead I worked on our strategic plan and completed the first draft."

"Called him?"

"Called him?"

Magnolia and Skye reacted almost simultaneously, choosing only the key words. They looked at Kitty, mouths open and appearing as if the answer was dependant on the survival of mankind.

"Oh sorry, I meant Jim Gee. He's keen to screw me."

"Kitty, please. You mean he wants to date you," Magnolia said, urging propriety.

"Well yes, that too."

"You mean the newspaper editor?"

"Yes Skye. It's unfinished business between us. He messed up trying to pull down my panties sixteen years ago."

"And he's still interested in finishing the job?"

"Rather, it seems."

"What do you think about this?"

"If he does it well enough I'll marry him."

Skye looked at Magnolia and Magnolia said yes, a wedding was inevitable.

"I've never been to a wedding."

"Well, you're coming to mine."

"As security."

"No you dope, as an important guest."

"As family?"

"Yes, why not Magnolia. As family Skye."

Kitty and Magnolia shrieked as they watched Skye fall backwards over a table, shattering it.

"Oh shit," shouted Gloria the barmaid coming on duty.

"Gloria, a whisky," Kitty shouted, first out of the blocks and was cradling Skye's head to her chest as Magnolia crouched beside her, crying.

"She'll be okay," Kitty said. "Doesn't appear to be spiked by debris."

"What's happened to her, she's tough as old boots," Magnolia wailed.

"Oh yeah. She's thirty and has never been to a wedding and probably not to naming ceremonies. Only funerals I should think. And she probably has no family so she was overcome thinking she has family in you and me."

"And Gerry and the staff. You should have been there last night and this morning at breakfast. She has them all gob smacked; they are entranced by her. I think I should get her file."

Magnolia still stroking Skye's face said, "What, you know about the Bureau?"

"Magnolia, for heaven's sake. The PM directs the director. It was part of my job being in liaison between those two and Gerry. Fuck Magnolia, you're not supposed to know about the Bureau.

"Sorry," Magnolia said, wiping at her eyes.

"Oh, just don't tell anyone you know. She's coming around."

"Here's the whisky Kitty. I also brought one for your guys and for me."

"Excellent work Gloria, you should come and work for us."

"I'd like that. Please interview me Kitty."

"She has enough personality, presence and proven initiative to be hired don't you think Magnolia."

"I'd be comfortable with that."

"Good, you're hired Gloria. You start in a fortnight. I'll arrange the transfer. Hello darling Skye. You tripped."

"I fucking fainted."

"Skye please don't use that horrible word when you are in the presence of ladies."

"What's wrong with saying fuck?"

Kitty said it was a nasty man's word.

Skye appeared unconvinced as she sat and took her whisky.

Magnolia said it was a word favored by rough male gays.

"Christmas, I'm not using that word again," Skye said, throwing back her whisky and holding out her glass. "It was a severe faint."

"Oh, here have mine," Gloria smiled.

Magnolia and Kitty looked at Gloria briefly and then exchanged smiles. They knew for sure they had a new team member.

Chapter 9

The chairman of the National Unity Party and her deputy chairman had early lunch in the Cabinet dinning room, a working lunch to open dialogue about the next elections.

Chairman Lady Sylvia Marsh said she and Bert Savage would like to hear Sir Max's views.

"I was inclined towards the President moving into a dictatorship though still having the Executive Council behind him to appease the masses."

Lady Marsh snorted and said that stood as a blasphemy against everything the party stood for. She pushed out her aged chest and snapped, "Explain yourself."

"Well, I favor country rule by the President backed by a non-partisan Executive Council with me as deputy chairman. I would hope my duties would not be too onerous as I like time to play around."

"Yes. Two of my daughters are victims of your vile and lax attitudes towards what you call 'playing around'."

"Oh Sylvia, go easy on Max. He's a man."

"Oh yes of course Bert, Lady Marsh said sarcastically. "You men are all the same. I have been thinking about contesting the leadership."

"Be my guest," Max said, pouring more wine. "You could be lucky and survive the first week of electioneering. You think you are tough but those in the Opposition and even colleagues on our side of the house offer no beg-your-pardons. They probe for weaknesses and go for it, intent of ripping open your belly. I'm thinking of only an 11-member Council plus the President."

"Oh please, Max. You make me feel faint."

"Just wait until you see blood on the floor -- your blood," Max jeered.

Lady Marsh sniffed. "On the other hand, you have performed incredibly well for the party. Perhaps to induce you to work even harder and leave my other two daughters and the daughters of my friends alone we could suggest an incentive. Based on results of course, how would a Earldom sit with you?"

"Pretty well I'd think if accompanied by a generous land endowment. I have always coveted the State-owned Mount Windom Estates. Yes, the title Earl of Windom does have an air of exclusiveness about it. As you property know that land was seized by the British Imperialists from my maternal great-grandfather after his so-called disgrace of being convicted of gunrunning."

"Fine and yes I am aware of one of our country's greatest heroes. See Bert, we have this great understanding, don't we. I expect you to carry on at this level when I pass on my reins to you."

"Yes Sylvia. Max, I understand you frequently bedded my first wife and then ravished Penny within two weeks of my marriage to her?"

"If you say so Bert, I really can't remember."

"You can't remember?"

"Exactly Bert. You try having affairs and you'll see how complex it is with so many women lining up like brood mares and everyone requiring secrecy and the pressures that come with keeping the performance of this public service from your own family."

"Brood mares? This is so disgusting Max."

"Yes Sylvia but at least you understand. Perhaps you could brief Bert after you leave here. By the way, we have a case coming up before the Privy Council in London. I was wondering if you could possibly spare the time to go as my observer?"

"London? Oh Max. You darling. More wine please."

They continued on, discussing election timing, strategy and agreed to another meeting before calling together electorate chairmen to iron out more details and agreeing on an election date.

Max spoke to his wife Brenda briefly later in the day and related his conversation with the woman possessing the inflated belief she controlled the country so long as the National Unity Party ruled. Lady Brenda spoke supportively of his possible elevation in the peerage, saying he deserved further recognition of his unrelenting service to his country virtually throughout his entire lifetime from when entering the Navy and rising to become Deputy Chief of Defense Forces.

"Thank you dear. My word, I detect already that the signs usually associated with a woman of high social ranking are in evidence. It is just as well really."

"Why is that darling?"

"Your elevated title as my wife would be countess."

"Ohmigod."

Sir Gerald snorted with pleasure. "Keep the mouth closed about this Brenda. Tell no one until the day comes when the media advises the Earldom has been bestowed. It is absolutely paramount we adhere to convention because this is why the peerage has survived."

"Yes, my Lord."

"Goodbye My Lady."

* * *

Chase was impressed watching Kitty enter the restaurant and everyone greet her as if she were the PM. Jim would have his hands full if he managed to rope her in.

"Hello darling," she said, jumping to her feet to be kissed and to kiss.

"Oh lovely to see you again you charming lady," Kitty almost sang. "Your CV is impressive. You're hired."

"What already? Wasn't this to be an interview over lunch?"

"It's a well-paid but fairly light-weight job Chase, interviewing women about their submissions. If anything you are over qualified but we expect to expand your role."

"Doesn't the Government Services Subcommittee decide that?"

"No, I will darling. The committee simply figures out how to make it appear as if they were its decisions and to fund me adequately to avoid me complaining and calling in return favors to have committee members replaced."

"Oh, I didn't know Government operates in this manner."

Kitty smiled and said not many people did. "You, like Magnolia, will be on a learning curve. She understands without me telling her she'd just a figurehead at present, a pretty face. But in a few months when her detuning is complete and she is sexually stable again she and I will resign leaving perhaps you running the division."

"Me?"

"Oh darling, I don't see you as just a pretty face. Anyone capable of living with Jim to set a new record for cohabitation must have endurance and other desirable qualities and, of course, there is your very credible CV."

"But most people sneer at CVs."

"Not me, I spend part of yesterday afternoon and this morning checking yours out."

"God, you actually want me to work for you?"

Kitty smiled. "Of course -- my initial feeling was intuitive but now I have filled out the flesh. You probably don't know how good you are darling. I'll assist build your confidence. Now tell me, when will you start house-hunting?"

Chase turned wide-eyed. "I've found it, quite near my mother's home and very close to the Gratton Shopping Center with its fine mall and a great district of bars and restaurants. Jim is looking at it with me this evening. He has lots of property investments so I am keen to have his opinion."

"Smart thinking Chase. The best of luck. I was meaning to ask, do you like movies?"

The new friendship was developing.

Returning from lunch Kitty said to Magnolia, "How do you feel about appearing on TV?"

"It isn't likely, is it? Gerry wants me hidden under a rock until you make repairs."

"Possibly 20% of the nation are engaged in same sex relationships, or multiple partner sex or experimenting in it or thinking about it or having experienced it sometime in their life."

Magnolia said carefully, "Do you know that for certain?"

"No and I know it's irresponsible to suggest that but it sounds about right to me although that means nothing. I'm sure we could find statistics if we were interested."

"Are you interested?"

"No Magnolia but what about you?"

"Oh dear, this is some sort of test."

"Not at all, but come on, are you interested?"

"Yes, but only to find out how many others are letting the side down."

"But when you were with that other women would either of you had thought you were letting the side down rather than thinking how nice it was for you both?"

Magnolia became edgy and said it was making her nervous talking about her not so distant liaison and the upset that had resulted. "It could have blown Gerry's standing in this nation as son of our greatest hero and may yet do that."

"Didn't you think that at the time?"

"No, of course not. If I had I would have had second thoughts and avoided committing to that liaison."