Here was an edge to her voice and a tightening of her grip on the whip, a cherished gift from an old lover she'd met and left at family incest West Point, twenty years earlier. Youngest head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff and the first female, ushered into the top ranks of the military along with the first woman president and nearly a half female Senate. "I mean nothing," Michael answered weakly. The General gave him an affectionate swat on the butt with the glossy handle of her whip. The young man, barely 18, tensed then relaxed. The President stepped forward and placed her hands reassuringly on Michael's wiry young shoulders. Such a burden for one so young to carry, she thought wryly. Not unlike the burden of leadership. The head of the U.S. smiled slightly, considering what she had planned for this evening. A week of unrelenting reporters and trying minor crises had left her strained and nervous. This was a splendid idea of the General's. Jenny asked, "Can my friend get up from the desk now?" The President considered, then assented. "For now." Jenny helped Michael up, and made a secret, apologetic face at him while her back was turned to the lesbian incest older women.
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