“He asked Milo if he wanted to have sex with him,” Hunter said as he blew crack smoke all over Karine’s hair. “Gay sex.”

“What did Milo say?” Karine asked.

“No, of course,” Hunter said laughing. “Milo is straight now. He’s been converted! Hallelujah!”

Karine slapped his arm playfully, “Stop it, you’re so bad.”

“I’m serious,” Hunter said. “Straight as an arrow, like all those cocks he used to gobble just disappeared from the historical record!”

They were both laughing on the Oval Office settee when Finnegan helped walk Joe in from the bathroom.

“I pooped,” said the President proudly. “It’s been six days, but I pooped today.”

“Good job, Daddy!” Hunter said.

“Excellent work, Mr. President!” Karine said.

Joe walked slowly to the couch opposite them and sat down carefully.

“I guess you are just going to be here all the time from now on?” Finnegan asked her father.

“Daddy likes to see me,” Hunter said, snapping the band of his jock strap playfully.

“And you should know better,” Finnegan said to Karine.

“Blackberry!” Joe exclaimed. “When did you get here?”

“Hello, Mr. President,” she said.

“We need to talk about 2024,” Hunter said. “I’ve still got Ukraine money coming in and we are going to have to do some fancy accounting.”

Karine stood up suddenly and said, “I can’t be here for this.”

“If we got married, you’d have spousal privilege,” Hunter said brightly, pawing at her ass like a hungry cat.

“Gold star!” Karine said, slapping his hand away and running from the room.

“I feel like I never know what’s happening around here,” Joe said morosely.

“It’s OK, Grandpa,” Finnegan said, patting his shoulder. “We all feel like that most of the time.”