Loretta’s jet pulled off the runway and onto the tarmac at the executive end of Sky Harbor Airport. Glancing out the window she spotted a familiar sight.
“Oh look! There’s Bill’s plane!” she said, pointing to the big gray Gulfstream parked on the outside edge of the field. “I’d recognize it anywhere.”
Moments later, her phone rang. “Hi, Loretta, it’s Bill. Do you have a minute?” Soon he was bounding up the steps into her smaller, but comfortable government-issue Lear jet.
“That’s a beautiful plane you have there, Bill,” Loretta said.
“Oh, that old thing? It’s all the foundation could afford. Shoot, you ought to see the 727 my friend Jeff Epstein had. We called it the “Lolita Express” because of all the young honeys Jeff kept on the plane for those trips to Orgy Island. Yeah, heh heh, I was on that thing about every other weekend for a few years . . . ”
“Oh, um, Mr. President, I’d like you to meet my husband . . . ” Loretta interrupted.
“Nice to meet you, man,” Bill said, shaking hands. “You must be pretty proud of Loretta here. I remember when I put her on the bench, and now she’s the AG. You know if my wife gets elected, she’s going to need some good people – Supreme Court justices, cabinet positions. Of course that’s if she doesn’t get indicted.”
“But, Mr. President, I don’t think we are supposed to talk about that,” Loretta said, with a worried look. “After the FBI investigations are finished, it will end up on my desk.”
“Oh, I’m not worried about that, Loretta,” Bill grinned. “We’ve been through some little scuffles like that before, and nothing ever comes of it. It’s like I told Ron Brown when the FBI and all those other guys were after him, you know, right before the election? Yeah, he said he would have to testify against me and ‘Hil’ to the grand jury in a few days. I told him, ‘Don’t worry Ron, things will work out’. Too bad about that plane crash.”
Loretta gulped. “But Mr. President, there is so much evidence about all the billions of dollars you and your wife raised for your foundation, and it looks like you were doing favors for other countries and bankers and . . . I just don’t know how I can stop it from coming out . . . ” She looked liked she might cry.
“Now, Loretta,” Bill crooned, patting her on the shoulder. “You’re not the first one who faced a tough decision. Our friend Vince Foster was in charge of handling the information on our little Whitewater problem, and some things for Hillary, and he was really worried too. But look, nothing came out of that either.”
Bill got up to leave. “I sure do enjoy those grandbabies of mine. I’ve got a new one, you know.”
“Yes, I have grandchildren too, from my husband’s previous marriage,” Loretta whispered, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
“Keep an eye on those grandkids,” Bill said as he started back down the steps. “I’m sure nothing will happen to them. Take care now, I’ve got a tee time.”
Tom Balek – Rockin’ On the Right Side

Don’t worry baby.
Don’t worry baby!
Everything will turn out all right.
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