The Rendezvous

“Once again we meet”, she said breathlessly while looking at Justin. Melania placed the first kiss on his right cheek, caressing his face with her lips as she pulled back for the second kiss.

At that moment the shitgibbon tensed up. He couldn’t hear what Melania said and he was only paying peripheral attention – like he did with everything – but he could feel his manhood waning. Trudeau was a minister in his prime. He wafted a manly aura that you could only get from slapboxing bobcats or racing wild moose.

“Melania, my wife and I ARE French but we’ve never had a ménage a trois.”, Justin whispered into her perfumed ear.

“Those words just tickled my G7 spot.”, Melania said with a slow blink. “Make me your pet, JT.” And she kissed his left cheek.

“Just watch me.”, Justin said.

The shitgibbon instinctively felt the sexual energy. He turned a hot Cheeto red. “I wonder if Ottawa has hurricanes.”, he muttered as he pondered a nuclear option.