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What else do you have in store for me?” It was a joke between the guys that Ashe had a large collection of porn on his computer.
    “No, I have not been watching porn with another guy. I don’t need to when I have you. I wanted to do something different and cover your eyes so you wouldn’t know what I was doing. The sensation would be stronger if you didn’t see it. All I want to do is make love to you and please you. I thought you’d might like something different.”
    “What’s this music?”
    “I’m not too sure. Ashe gave it to me and said it is hot. They’re called Portishead?”
    “Oh really? You don’t need Ashe’s advice in the bedroom, by the way. I do like it. The rhythm is perfect.”
    “It is. It goes along with my thrusts,” he smiled. We both started to laugh.
    Our bodies meshed, sweaty, and still hungry for each other. I ran my hands across his dewy soft skin. His hands found my ass, pulling me up so I straddled him. Nothing mattered but our need for each other. In that bedroom on the beach, nothing mattered except our love. He made love to me again before we headed to the shower, both sticky and exhausted.
    We made our favorite Conrad chicken and drank wine until we were loopy. We sat outside on the beach, with a fire, and listened to old music. We talked into the night. It was a wonderful day. A day I wouldn’t forget. Moments with only the two of us would soon be rare. There would be times when we wouldn’t see each other for a while. I had to enjoy every minute I had with him .
    Around six the next morning, Alex and I went for a run on the beach. Since he was a morning person, he wanted to get it in before it got too hot. I loved working out in the early morning, so I got up ready to go, but with a slight headache from the wine. We ran into Senator Dan Esposito, who was also jogging along the shore with his dog. He and Alex had become good friends and had similar stances on several issues.
    “Hey, Esposito. What are you doing up and moving before noon?” Alex joked. They stopped and shook hands.
    “I’m asking for an early death. I’m getting too old for this. Hello, Prudence. Olivia wouldn’t come out here if I promised her diamonds. How are you both?”
    “Good. I wanted to get away from the press for a few days, so we came here where there was no one around. That damn shit won’t go away, and I needed time to get ready for the convention,” Alex said.
    “Jesus, what happened was awful. I wanted to call you about it, but didn’t want to intrude. I figured we would have our chance to talk, once we were back on the Hill.” He breathed hard, trying to talk, with his hands on his hips.
    “I want to put it behind me and move on. The press don’t see it like that. They keep digging and digging for something else. I’ve dealt with them before, and I can deal with them again, I suppose.”
    “It’s a damn shame you have to run from them. Are you ready for the convention?”
    “I am. You don’t ever think you are completely ready when you give a speech. I hired Mark Albright to write for me. He is one of the best. Obama had him for his first term.”
    “He’s good. How about we golf today? We can catch up, and you’re going to need to practice if what I hear about you is right. The rumors are swirling about a possible presidential bid.”
    Alex looked at me and smiled. “Rumors, Esposito, only rumors.”
    “I always said I could picture you as president. You have that JFK aura about you. People automatically listen to you. This beautiful wife of yours may be the next Jackie.” He smiled at me.
    Still not used to compliments, my face flushed.
    “Listen, I don’t know what the future is going to hold. Who knows if it’s true? You may be right up there with me as VP,” Alex said. He still wasn’t comfortable talking about it with anyone.
    “Me as vice president? You certainly don’t want me. I’m too old. I’m half-dead running a mile.” He looked toward me.