angela146
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I saw the Fox News interview with President Clinton, in which he lost his temper a little bit over the suggestion that he didn't do enough to stop ObL.
The interview reminded me again why I liked the guy and why I absolutely do not blame him for the sex scandals that marred his presidency.
You see, I've met the man. It was only for a few minutes in a Rose Garden ceremony for my father and several other ranking naval officers. The president spoke individually with most of the people assembled and took an interest in my husband since, at the time, he was a teacher at an inner-city high school.
Mr. Clinton then turned to me, shook my hand and said something like "You must be proud to have a husband and a father both serving our country in such important ways".
In that instant, I felt the raw power of his presence and was glad that I wasn't alone in a room with him. If I hadn't been surrounded by a hundred other people, I would have embarrassed myself and behaved like a sex-crazed teenager.
There's something about him that makes a woman want to throw herself at him. Over the years, I'm sure any number of women have done it in subtle or not so subtle ways and I have to cut him some slack for yielding to the temptation a few times.
Anyway, when I saw the interview, the fire in his eyes and the way he articulated his views made me want to fuck him - and then vote for him.
I turned off the TV, found my husband in the other room, unbuttoned my blouse, and whispered "fuck me" in my best Marilyn Monroe voice. Bill (my husband, not the other Bill) knew better than to ask why. I didn't tell him what had turned me on until several hours later when he had finished the job.
The interview reminded me again why I liked the guy and why I absolutely do not blame him for the sex scandals that marred his presidency.
You see, I've met the man. It was only for a few minutes in a Rose Garden ceremony for my father and several other ranking naval officers. The president spoke individually with most of the people assembled and took an interest in my husband since, at the time, he was a teacher at an inner-city high school.
Mr. Clinton then turned to me, shook my hand and said something like "You must be proud to have a husband and a father both serving our country in such important ways".
In that instant, I felt the raw power of his presence and was glad that I wasn't alone in a room with him. If I hadn't been surrounded by a hundred other people, I would have embarrassed myself and behaved like a sex-crazed teenager.
There's something about him that makes a woman want to throw herself at him. Over the years, I'm sure any number of women have done it in subtle or not so subtle ways and I have to cut him some slack for yielding to the temptation a few times.
Anyway, when I saw the interview, the fire in his eyes and the way he articulated his views made me want to fuck him - and then vote for him.
I turned off the TV, found my husband in the other room, unbuttoned my blouse, and whispered "fuck me" in my best Marilyn Monroe voice. Bill (my husband, not the other Bill) knew better than to ask why. I didn't tell him what had turned me on until several hours later when he had finished the job.