probably roll it in on a cart like a substitute teacher would to keep the students occupied and make them easier to babysit.
“What do you wanna watch?” he asked me. “You like girl on girl? Anal? Golden showers?”
“Umm.”
I didn’t know how to respond. I didn’t really watch porn much. I’ve watched some Skinamax when the cable companies used to have free trials. So I just told him that.
“That softcore shit?” the President questioned, clearly confused that not all men watch porn on their phones. “What do you do on your phone besides tweet?”
“What’s tweet?” I asked, not sure what the hell he was talking about. Was this old ass man more up to date on shit than I was?
“Jesus,” the Commander in Chief responded. “We’ll start with some basic stuff and go from there.”
The Viagra and TV arrived at the same time.
Rory, the aide who got the Viagra, handed the blue bill to the President.
They whispered to each other. I’m not sure what they said because I was distracted by the TV that they brought in. It was huge. At least 70 inches. Maybe more.
As the aides set up the TV, the president plopped down next to me. And god damn it, you do kind of start getting used to the smell.
“Here,” he said, trying to shove the blue pill in my mouth.
I flung my head backwards.
“I thought it would be more romantic if I fed it to you,” he said, as he handed me the Viagra.
I just kept it in the palm of my hand.
“Take it,” the President commanded.