Laura Bush passed by Condoleeza Rice on her way to the mansion’s powder room; she had a teleconference for her new educational initiative and needed to make sure she freshened up. Her thoughts were on all of the work she’d have to do to her face in the next hour.

Condi’s thoughts were elsewhere; specifically, they were tightly focused on Laura’s firm pearly ankles. And soon the Ambassador’s thoughts were on much more than those fine joints…they began to take in, as she would put it, the whole picture.

Laura ducked into the powder room with a brisk efficiency that would make any Texan woman proud indeed, but before the door shut entirely Condi peeked her smooth Cleopatran face around the closing door and peeped, “Laura, I need to speak with you in private, if that’s ok with you.”

Laura smiled warmly and said, “Of course! Come in. Is it serious?”

Condi closed the door with a soft click and discreetly began. “Laura, I am worried about George and Dick…they were arguing earlier. They told me to leave and…well, it was during a discussion about the increasingly bad press…”

Laura put a smooth country finger up to Condi’s lips and said, “Sssssh.”

Condi froze, concerned.

“Condi, hon, I bet you those two’re makin a ruckus up their right now…but you and I know that jus’ means they’ll kiss an’ make up…and I know you know what that means too…for us…” The first lady slanted her eyes in a charmingly seductive, “come hither” look. Condi melted like fine caramel under the white-hot heat of the Texan’s stare and collapsed into Laura’s waiting arms, her right bra strap already slipped over her shoulder and down her arm…just like ther first enounter on the ranch earlier that year.

Condi’s heart raced with expectation and her blood roared louder and louder in her ears like stock cars in the final throes of a NASCAR race as Laura spun Condi onto the edge of the sink and lifted up her smart purple miniskirt. Laura eyed Condi from the most private of areas and licked her thin yet luscious lips in greedy expectation.

Condi let out a gasp as Laura cried out, “I’m going for your Beltway exclusive honey!” and dove in.

Laura was almost late for her teleconference, but she made it there…with only slighty smudged makeup. It was worth it.