"Oh Hillary, this has been the most wonderful night," Margaret cooed as she walked in the moonlight, side-by-side with the former first lady. She couldn't help but steal glances every once in a while at the beautiful politician. Her alabaster skin was glowing in the moonlight.
"I'm so glad you had as much fun as I did," Hillary replied. Hillary somehow also felt… guilty… It was never said aloud that this outing with Margaret was a date, but some unspoken bond, some deep, profound connection between them, made it feel as if it was something more than just an… outing. This was the start of something new... Hillary's emotions switched quickly from nervous, to joyful, to guilty. She kept telling herself that this wasn't cheating on Bill.
After walking for a while, Hillary and Margaret ended up inside. Without speaking a word they ducked into a side office of the building.
"This really has been the best night of my life, Hillary," Margaret whispered. Hillary knew there was no reason her and Margaret should be standing so close to each other in the large office, but somehow it felt right.
"Mine too," Hillary whispered in reply. She found herself leaning in without thinking about it. Their lips were now just inches apart. Neither woman closed their eyes just yet, which made them slightly cross-eyed from the close proximity, but neither one wanted to look away. Margaret was the first one to close her eyes, and Hillary soon followed suit. Their minds raced for a long pause before they leaned in… and then…
Stars and stripes: red, white, and blue in shade burst underneath Hillary's eyelids as their lips collided. The moment was perfect. The kiss became passionate, yet remained chaste, and Hillary could practically hear the screech of the most patriotic bald eagle in her mind as her thoughts exploded into hot, fiery, patriotic, passion. She had never felt like this before.
"Hil… Hil-dog?"
Hillary pulled away from Margaret and to her horror, standing in the door… was
Bill Clinton.