The guests had gone home, and the President sat in the Oval Office with a snifter of cognac, contemplating her last year in the White House. (In one way of course, it was her first, the previous seven belonging to a male politician who was a fading memory.)
Naturally, the Great Change dominated her recollections. The President smiled, remembering that the morning of the Great Change he had attended a meeting with the First Lady, the Press Secretary and some of the East Wing people over the fact that their youngest daughter wanted to go public about her relationship with her girlfriend. That sure stopped being an issue in a hurry.
The world certainly seemed in better shape than it had been when she had taken office. Certainly, the Great Change hadn't eliminated all human conflict, but the end of dictatorship and the general diminishing of macho posturing had considerably reduced war and the risk of war. The end of the climate problem was also a huge relief. It was kind of annoying that the histories of the time would be dominated by the Change, which the President had nothing to do with, and not by her policies and decisions, but the President was a philosopher at heart and had accepted that. We can't all be Lincoln.
Although this was something the President had no intention of sharing with the American people, she was rather looking forward to the next phase of her life. The hectic quality of life in the Oval Office, especially after the Great Change, meant that she and the First Lady (who had hardly changed at all) had less time to explore the wonders of their new bodies than most people. They had agreed after handing over office to Rodham that they would head for the beach house and not leave the bedroom for a week.
The President raised her glass to her predecessors in office, and gave a smile of pity. Good, bad and indifferent, none of them had known the wonders of the female orgasm.
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The little group gathered around Maria to welcome the New Year with prayer and repentance felt lonelier than ever. For one thing, it was smaller than ever, a fact that Maria could no longer ignore. If this was a test, not many were passing it, and Maria ached for each soul lost.
And it was hard not to feel her own at risk. Maria could no longer deny her feelings towards beautiful women--and it wasn't even the modest, godly ones who attracted her but the slutty ones. She prayed intensely for God to give her the power to resist, but what if He didn't?
"Come soon, oh Lord, come soon." Maria prayed.