“BOOBERT!” Fetterlump cried into the night. “BOOOOOBERT!”

“You should never have shown him that video!” Gisele said to his handlers, stamping her feet in anger.

“We were told it was OK for him to watch CNN!” one protested. He jammed a cattle prod into the small of Fetterlump’s lower back. The creature howled but went slack in his chains.

“Boobert,” he said sadly, quietly, over and over until the sedatives took him.

“Finally,” Hunter said from behind her, hands stealing around her waist and then rising to cup her breasts.

“Never in front of heem, Hon-tur,” she said, her accent thickening, as she pushed him off of her.

He backed away as she turned to him, glared, set her jaw.

“You are high,” she said.

“Always, baby,” Hunter said. “It’s my brand.”

“I told you we must stop,” Gisele said. “I feel so many eyes on me.”

“There is no stop,” Hunter said. “There is no end.”

“Hey!” he said out of the side of his mouth, voice high and squeaky, “What’s going on out there?”

“No, Hontur. You know I no think that funny.”

“What? Who doesn’t love Cracky? Cracky is everyone’s friend!” He reached into his navy blue yachting jacket.

Fetterlump groaned as his handlers lowered him onto his stinking mat on the floor.

“Hi, Miss Gisele!” Cracky said to the Senate widow.

“Hello, Cracky,” she said, defeated.

“Boobert,” the giant croaked.

“I just don’t have time for this today,” Gisele said as Hunter ground a glass stem into Cracky, filling it with flakes.

She took the glass stem. Cracky cheered. “I love you, Gisele,” he said happily.

“Thank you, Cracky,” she said, backing up to a chest of drawers out of John’s reach.

Hunter knelt down in front of her as she began heating the stem. He dug his ragged fingernails into the gusset of her pantyhose and ripped it apart.

She exhaled as cloud of gray smoke. “Not in front of heem, no,” she said weakly.

Hunter ignored her, moving the crotch of her panties aside and slipping his middle two fingers into her.

“No,” she said, “No,” but rocked and bucked as he stabbed his fingers into her.

“Oh, ah, hey,” a voice said loudly. “I, uh, see you’re busy.”

Hunter looked back. Fetterman was in the room, mostly, mostly Fetterman, but one with a huge, thick mustache.

“It es just John double,” Gisele moaned. “Having two of theem is useful.”

“Hunter Biden, damn glad to meet ya” Hunter said, turning quickly and offering his secretion-covered right hand.

Fetterfake froze while the Lump on the floored moaned piteously.