Yucky Hily and Wacky Donny

Turn me Loose, like a Long Necked Moose… What do we trade with you again? Am I getting Horned or Horny?

In a jail cell in Rio de Janeiro, sitting on his bunk, was Donny. He looked surprisingly healthier and sober. However the conditions of the jail and the cell were less than enjoyable.  The cells were small, and decrepit with green mold growing off the old stone walls coupled with dampness glistening on the surface. He was scratching his head in anticipation for lunch that usually was served at noon. A guard came to the cell door and stood there releasing his cell keys off his clip on his belt. “A fiança foi paga em seu nome. Nós o levaremos para a área de processamento para recuperar sua roupa de rua e seus pertences pessoais. Então você estará livre para ir.” said the guard as he opened his cell. Donny stood up and was not sure what he said. The guard grabbed his shoulder and led him out of the jail cell. “Hey, where are you taking me? I know what you guys do in these places. I seen Turkey Express. I am not without influence you know.” said Donny in a warning tone as the guard led him out of the cell and down the narrow corridor. Reaching the main processing area, the guard guided him to stand on the line. Another guard behind the counter retrieved a box with his stuff and placed it on the counter. “Assine aqui.” said the guard behind the counter handing over a pen. Donny moved forward, grabbed the pen, signed the acknowledgement sheet and grabbed the box. The guard next to Donny led him to the change area. A few minutes later, in the front admittance office, stood Justin and another man. Donny looking surprised, walked quickly over to Justin. “Where have you been? I have been here for two weeks, I think. How come you called the police? Where did you go?” said Donny wanting answers. “You have been incarcerated for three days. As soon as I heard, I flew back to get you released. I explained the, ah, girl you had in your hotel room was a hired courtesan for the purposes of running errands for our stay here. They seem to of bought it, so let’s get out of here. We are in trouble because of free trade in North America. You will have to straighten it out fast, or we can’t party any more. Or at least until it blows over.” said Justin anxiously. “Ok, lead the way Jus.” said Donny wanting to leave.

In the DC area, in a private mental facility not far out of the main stream of the city, was Hily in an office talking to a psychiatrist. “So, Hily, you have been successfully detoxed and I am able to give you the opportunity to leave being that we cannot keep you in the facility for more the 72 hrs involuntarily. But I need to know how you are feeling. How do you feel?” asked the psychiatrist. I feel fine and clear headed. I must of been crazy when I was in Paris. I am so embarrassed about my behavior. I guess I was just looking to have fun in the wrong place.” said Hily sitting  with her legs crossed in her hospital gown that was provocatively short, well showing her plump but well formed thighs. “Do not worry, your PR manager has taken care of any negative press releases and everything here is confidential. So how do you feel? Do you think you need more time or do you want to be released?” asked the young psychiatrist glancing the odd time at Hily’s thighs. Hily caught him glancing at her thighs and smiled cordially. “Yes, she is a trooper, always taking me away from trouble, like an overly brooding hen. I think I may need some more pampering here Doc before I leave.” said Hily as she uncrossed her legs and parted them ever so slightly. The young doctor glanced again looking directly at her slightly parted thighs, then looking back at Hily’s eyes. “What kind of pampering do you need?” said the psychiatrist again glancing down at Hily’s now slightly more parted thighs. “Use your imagination Doc. I could use a physical, with an extensively close examination and probing.” said Hily more exotically while she parted her thighs decidedly apart, rolling up her hospital gown enough to give a clear view. “You could start down here and work your way around.” said Hily with the psychiatrist’s eyes now glued to here exposed genitalia. “I was wondering, though, how discreet could this be? We could be caught very easily.” said the young psychiatrist with his eyes glued on Hily’s vaginal area as Hily stroked her labia.  Suddenly, the door abruptly opened as Hily quickly closed her legs, pulling down her hospital gown and the psychiatrist standing up quickly at attention. Entering was Hily’s former campaign and still PR manager. “You have such impeccable timing. I guess that is why I hired you. Or, did I hire you? Do you still even work for me?” said Hily sexually frustrated with her face slightly red from her interrupted lust. “Yes, Hily, I still work for you on behalf of the women’s social club that we are not allowed to divulge in public. Is she ready to leave?” asked Hily’s PR manager. “Uh, well yes, ah, that is if she feels up to, ah,  leaving the hospital, she has, ah, of course, our endorsements.” said the young psychiatrist whom himself was blushing slightly. “Great, thank you and we will put in some good words for you.” said Hily’s PR manager and she grabbed Hily’s arm to get her out of her chair. “Ok, I am coming mother.” said Hily aggravated from the intrusion. Once in Hily’s hospital room, Hily’s PR manager removed her suit cases from the closet, putting them on the bed, opening them. “Come on Hily, let us get your stuff packed so we can get you out of here. You have a little explaining to do to the club, which by the way, Mel, the first lady is curious to hear.” said Hily’s PR manager. Hily started to open her drawers, grabbing her stuff. “Oh my god, Mel. Well I would be happy to explain to her what I was doing, especially back during the election, in the tub.” said Hily smirking. “Hily, she must not know about those things. Now, lets get you out of here.” said Hily’s PR manager as Hily finished packing. Hily’s PR manager laid a new suit on the bed in plastic for Hily to wear. “Come on now Hily, no time to waste. Put on you suit.” ordered Hily’s PR manager as she dialed her cell phone. “Yes mom!” said Hily as she grabbed the suit from the bed and headed towards her private washroom.

To be continued in a invasive traitorous terrorist revolting embargoed espionage illegal inside sexual trading fiasco? Or not…

“Tex” oNid ittEnEbEd (sHow nO mErcY)

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