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What with a power vacuum in post-war Iraq, meddling insurgents from Syria and a burgeoning nuclear threat from Iran, Donald Rumsfeld hadn’t gotten head in a long, long time.
“Denise,” Rummy barked in to his intercom. “Get Condi in here, stat!”
Minutes later she walked in. Rumsfeld smiled.
“Uncle Rummy is getting grumpy,” he said impishly.
Condeleeza Rice got on her knees, tossed her hair, unbuckled his khakis and went to work.
“We can’t have that, can we,” she purred coyishly.
She stroked his hard, wrinkled manhood in her pillowy, chocolate embrace and opened her wet mouth.
At the moment of sweet release the Secretary of Defense gripped the armrests of his burgundy leather wing chair and threw his head back.
“Hegemony,” he moaned. “Hegemony.”
Date Written: May 08, 2003
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