“You’re sweeping the primaries, Mr. President,” Karine said excitedly, only a little drunk.

“I-I-I am?” Joe asked, “And that’s a good thing, right?”

“We’re headed for the most important election of our lifetimes,” Karine said.

“The most important election of our lifetimes,” Dr. Biden agreed.

“Oh, yes, sir. The most important election of our lifetimes,” Alejandro said.

“No,” Joe cried, pointing at the head of DHS. “Who let him in here?!?”

“Joe,” Jill said calmly and slowly, “That’s Alejandro.”

“No questions!” Joe said, pushing himself away from his desk.”No-no-nnnnn comments!” He slumped to the floor and curled into a fetal ball.

“It’s the border,” Jill told Alejandro, running her hand over the egg-smoothness of his head. “Don’t take it personally.”

“No comments!’ Joe moaned. “Lid. I call a lid. Lid, lid, lid.”

“I’ll go find someone,” Karine said.

“Take your time, dear,” Jill said, waving her from the room.

When the door closed behind Karine, Jill got closer to Alejandro and breathed into his ear, “I thought she would never leave.”

“Ma’am?” Alejandro asked nervously.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, Allie,” Jill said, her hand landing heavily in his lap and rubbing. “We’re alone now.”

“Your husband is right there,” Alejandro said, swallowing hard.

“A woman has needs,” she said, feeling him stiffening under her ministrations. Her breath smelled like milk and stale roses.

“This is the most important election of our lifetimes,” Jill murmured, swinging her leg clumsily over him, straddling him, the hem of her floral skirt ripping loudly, fabric farting. She grabbed his hands and forced them to her breasts.

“I like Latino men,” Jill said. “They know how to treat a woman like they want to be treated.” There was another loud ripping sound as she tore the gusset from her pantyhose. Her labia splashed into his lap with a dull thud. Alejandro gagged as she moaned and writhed.

“Please, stop,” he said weakly. “I was ordered to keep the border open, I don’t deserve this.”

“Don’t worry about Joe, he’ll be asleep most of the morning,” Jill said, scrabbling at the zipper on his pants like a raccoon climbing a screen door.

He tried to buck her off and she gushed wetly from her mouth and pendulous pudenda.

“He hasn’t had an erection since the last time he showered with Ashley,” she whispered.

“Most important,” Joe whimpered, his feeble voice swallowed by the sound of hogs eating.