TWO YEARS AGO

Governor Grant paces before a large group of people. His mind racing on how to address them, he goes for it. "Well there's no way to sugar code it, we got our asses handed to us by Sally Langston in Iowa last night,"

He stops his hands drop to the side in utter defeat but his head is held up high strictly due to proper candidate training. His body language conflicting.

"So, anyone have any ideas?" he offers.

The room is filled with blank stares, from young volunteers who don't know the difference between their left foot and their right. Voters who probably don't even know why they are voting for him better yet, why anyone else should vote for him.

Governor Grant gives a desperate sigh. "Anyone?" he spins around, looking for a brave volunteer, a person ready to get shot down. There were no answers, he lost because he had a horrible team. A team that was going to cause him to lose.

A red head steps up, hair short conservative, peals in the ears, gray vest over a pressed white shirt, and a wrist watch, another up tight prissy woman who doesn't have the answer. "We have to swing farther right, we haven't said a thing about gay marriage…" she begins,

Fitz cuts her off right there, knowing that Cyrus was gay, he knew that wouldn't fly anyway. "Oh come on it's not our stances on the issues we are not getting our message out there, people don't know where I stand. " he began to get heated ready to go on a tangent "The problem is-"

"Your marriage" rang an unfamiliar voice over the group. It was so clear that people turned in their seats to find who said this "It looks like you don't screw your wife"

Fitz stood almost dumbfounded. She was beautiful, how come he hadn't noticed her before… she was extremely observant… no one had ever noticed the distance between him and his wife, or maybe they had maybe that was the problem. Governor Grant thought to himself.

"Which would be fine, except that family values matter to republicans, that's why they vote for who they vote for. "

'What. The. Hell.' He thought in his head, not in a bad way but in a curious fashion.

"And since Sally's got Jesus firmly on her side that just leaves family, marriage"

Governor Grant glances to Cyrus, wondering 'Who in the world this woman was'. Cyrus nodded uging him to keep listening.

"And yours what ever the truth may be, from the outside it looks cold,"

'Ouch'

"Distant"

'Oh'

"Dead"

Governor Grant cannot believe his ears. 'what is happening ?' he thinks to himself.

"Where is your wife by the way?" she asks.

Governor Grant's hands are shoved in his pocket by this time, pushing his pants up a little to hide the slight bonner growing in his pants.

Her lips moved, but all he could think about was taking off her clothes, and ravishing her. Unbottoning her shirt, unbuckling her belt, pulling off her dark blue slacks, kissing her damp underwear, before pulling them down her creamy chocolate thighs. Then allowing his tongue to roam her lower lips to make her moan, and groan. He make her cum over and over again, causing her to scream till she lost her voice.

He imagined her little speech with a hoarse voice. Almost a whisper because of the amazing things he did to her with his tongue- and Governor Grant had to wake himself out of the day dream.

"People want to like who they're voting for, Voters thought that Al Gore was a big stiff, till he stuck his toungue down Tipper's throat."

'There are unimaginable things I'd like to do with your throat, better yet what I'd like to stick down it.' Governor's pants were getting a little tight. His face was straining as a civil war battled in his mind one side of lust, and the other of reality. 'Get yourself together Grant.'

"They put George Bush in office because he and Laura seemed like a fun couple to have a beer with,"

'Oh my god stop talking' he thought to himself, every word she said made him want her more and more.

"People want to invite you in for dinner and right now-"

He watches her lips move, wanting to stick his fingers in her mouth to watch her suck them, as he jammed his other fingers inside of her lower parts.

"You and your wife are standing in their door way three feet apart, not looking at each other. Letting in the cold air. That's why you lost Iowa" she almost chuckles "That's why you'll lose New Hampshire" A quick breath to shake out of the trans, he lowers his voice to hide the dirty thoughts he was thinking of when undressing her with his eyes.

"And you are-"

"Olivia" she spoke quickly, glancing to Cyrus "Pope"

Fitz couldn't keep his eyes off of her, and when her eyes returned to his, his mind went south again, almost immediately.

Fitz left the meeting early finding it hard to take his eyes off of Olivia. He made it to a bathroom just in time to splash cold water on his face, he readjusted his pants and belt to hide the almost apparent erecting in his pants.

This couldn't happen. It just couldn't. He knew that if she stayed on the campaign trail he would do or say something stupid that would get them both in trouble.