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The Journey to Love: Love and Politics	By : sissouthernink1994 Category: S through Z > West Wing Views: 2272 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Full disclaimer below with more to follow for each chapter. This is a work of fiction. I don't own The West Wing- the building or the show. I don't know President and Mrs. Obama, I'm not getting paid for this.

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The comments in this chapter are in no way associated with or belong to President Barack H. Obama or White House Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel. They are solely the words of the writer of this work of fiction.

Chapter 4: The Meeting with the President
                Sam’s plane landed about twenty minutes late in D.C. because of fog. He slept the whole way there. He didn’t usually get nervous. Its wasn’t because he’d never spoken with a sitting president before. He had even spoken with President Obama before. But he’d never had a meeting with this President. And he didn’t have to wait a long time for it either. He called Rahm Emanuel’s office and just asked for a thirty minute meeting with the President. Of course, Rahm needed to know why. Sam told him and a meeting was scheduled right away. First, he didn’t think he would get such a personal meeting and two he didn’t expect to get it so quickly. He didn’t know if the President had been told why Sam was coming. I’m sure he knows something. Bartlet always knew something about the people that visited the Oval Office.
                Sam thought the nervousness had to do with the subject of the meeting and less about the man. He had prepared his questions, rebuttals, whatever he thought he would need. He tried to calm his nerves with breakfast. Coffee was a much-needed item now. By the time, he arrived at the White House it wasn’t quite 9:30 a.m. One hour to go. From his experience at the White House, sometimes it paid off to be early to wherever you were scheduled to be, because the outside world knew nothing of your schedule.
                Another upside to this day was that for a few hours he and Josh would be in the same time zone and space for a little bit. They were going to have lunch later. It wasn’t much, but it was a few hours they would’ve wished they had. He decided to initiate a chat.
sam: hi baby i'm waiting outside oval. how r u?
josh: rushing through stuff 2 make sure I have time 4 u
sam: don’t rush i’m early
josh: but the office is behind damn interns won’t do what i tell them
sam: oh well i will let u get back 2 work
josh: u’ll wait in my office if i’m not there?
sam: of course
josh: luv u
sam: luv u 2

                Sam looked at his watch. 9:42 a.m. No one was in his office yet but he decided to call and leave instructions anyway. There was a lot of stuff to be done in the next few days and a good chunk of the next day would be spent with the brunch in Dana Point. There was a town meeting in Laguna Woods at 6 p.m. and Congressional Bill meetings on Friday. He might not see the light of day on Friday after he makes it to the office. One other important call he made was to Joey Lucas, the best poll person he knew. She had the best and most detailed information anyone connected with politics could want. And she never revealed her secrets. She was in a meeting and Sam left a message with her assistant.
                A little after 10 a.m., Sam got a text from Joey on his personal phone. Not a lot of politicos had his personal number.
Jlucas: hey sam
sam: hey joey what’s up?
joey: not much. lee said u called?
sam: yeah, i’m gonna need some polls done
joey: ok the subject?
sam: usa has had a latino & afr-am potus, r they ready 4 a gay 1?
joey: u ready 4 that step?
sam: idk mtg w/potus @10:30 i think i’m ready
joey: how much do u want?
sam: as much as i can get, enough ppl 2 sway an election 1,000? 10,000?
joey: ok email me ur specs. how long do i have?
sam: how long do u need?
joey: big numbers? month maybe 2
sam: ok, i can do that, but faster helps in decision making
joey: will do my best
sam: thanks i really appreciate it
joey: no problem
sam: my turn w/potus wish me luck
joey: happy blessings J
sam: thx

Rahm Emanuel, President Obama’s Chief of Staff walked into the Oval Office waiting area.
“Sam Seaborn?”
“Mr. Emanuel.” Sam stood, shaking his hand. “Please call me Sam. Thank you so much for getting me this time with the President. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. I would like to sit in if you don’t mind?”
“No, I don’t mind at all. All I ask for is discretion.”
“Absolutely.” The President’s Assistant came out.
“Mr. Obama is ready for you.” Sam and Rahm walked into the Oval Office. The President came out from behind his desk.
“Sam, how are you?” They shook hands.
“Very well sir, thank you. And you?”
“It’s another day in the White House. I guess you know a thing or two about that huh?”
“Yes sir, I do. I really appreciate you meeting with me today. I know how busy your schedule is.”
“Please have a seat.” Sam sat on the couch, the President sitting in the chair to the left of it. Just like in the Bartlet days. Rahm sat on the opposite couch, ready to take notes.
“I asked Sam if it would be ok if I sat in.”
“Good idea. What can I help you with Sam?” Sam took a deep, cleansing breath.
“Well sir, I came to get your opinion on a few things and to ask a few questions.” He nodded for Sam to go on. “Since America has had two very successful minorities as Commander in Chief, I‘d like to get your opinion on whether or not you think the American people are ready for the first bisexual/gay presidential candidate?” Sam sighed, pleased that he got the first question out.
“That’s a powerful question. I appreciate that you think this administration is successful. We have a long way to go. Thank you for the optimism.” He took a deep breath. “The American people like to have someone who resembles them, whether it is race, religion, education, family. They want to see that they have something in common with the candidate. They want to see someone who has their same values. I think the various states and cities they have made legislation to include the Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender communities have shown that they realize that this a population of people who can sway an election. Prop 8 is a great example of that.”
“Prop 8 started out at an excellent pace and I was so embarrassed with what happened. It was very difficult to see Californians vote it in only to have the government change the peoples’ decision without permission. I fought as much as I could in the house for it without outing myself. Sometimes I wonder if it would it have made a difference if I had.”
“And why didn’t you?”
“I wasn’t politically ready to.”
“And you are now?”
“Getting closer. I know if I want to be serious about running for this office, my boyfriend and I will have to come out politically. We are out to friends and family, but it has been a struggle to keep us between us.”
“He works here in Washington?”
“Yes sir. Joshua Lyman; he’s Congressman Pointer’s Chief of Staff.”
“Ah, yes I remember Josh sitting in on meetings with President Santos.”
“I’ve meet him a few times.” Rahm stated.
“None of our staff members know except our personal assistants and that’s because we were all on the Bartlet campaign staff when we started dating.”
“I would advise coming out to them first. If anyone is uncomfortable with it they could leave before the campaign would even start.” Rahm said.
“I agree.”
“I know that in order to work in family values and equal spousal anything, we will have to have a ceremony. Which we aren’t opposed to. We would love it. The hardest part has been discussing who gives up their job first, me or him?”
“So how long have you been together?” Rahm asked.
“We’ve been friends over twenty years now. We were a couple almost a year the first time. Then there was a year and half break between us. It’s a long story. Twelve years since we got back together and the last four have been long distance.”
“Wow, that’s awesome commitment.” Rahm said.
“Thanks; we try really hard. I think a family will help as well. Not sure how we will work that out yet. I think people were simply over the moon to know that there would be children growing up in the White House again after such a long time.” The President smiled and then asked,
“Do you have any polls out?”
“I was just talking with Joey Lucas before we came in. We trusted her a lot during President Bartlet’s administration. I trust her. She brought us very good and useful information. I have to e-mail her my specifics. I didn’t even know if she wanted to do it.”
“Sam, are you prepared for the scrutiny? The lies and slander?” The President asked.
“I’d be lying if I said I was sir. It’s a process, I know. I think I can take what’s thrown at me. It’s in the job description. Anything towards Josh and our families… all bets are off.”
“Spoken like a man on a mission. How will you decide if you want to run?”
“I’ll make a decision after I see the poll information. If enough people say they are open to the idea of voting or that they would actually vote for a gay candidate, then I think a significant part of the wondering would be overcome. That means they will judge the candidate on the issues more than the circumstances. I know there will probably be a large GLBT following who would vote me in just because of my sexual preference. I know there will be votes from people who just want to be a part of a historical election. However, when it comes down to deciding if we should go to war or not, the person sleeping next to me at night doesn’t matter at all. I’ll discuss the results with Josh and our families. We’ll have to pick the best way to come out. We don’t want anything to seem like a tabloid. Dignified, classy and quiet as possible is what we’re hoping for.”
“That’s a good goal to strive for. I doubt if it will be as quiet as you want.”The President stated.
“Deep down, I think we know that. We’ve been avoiding scandals for quite a few years.” Sam said.
“Scandals? You think there is someone who knows?” Rahm asked.
“We know there is; several groups, several people. We just don’t know who. I received a letter from the Advocate last week and Josh received one from Out magazine, I guess about a week or so before. They were invitations to come out in the magazine. Both letters stated that there was some buzz on the online message boards, people mainly trying to find out if I was gay. Some of them mentioned that they had seen me in a gay club, with Josh and that’s just not true. Josh and I would love to go out and live it up a little. But we are never sure of the public’s reaction or who’s watching. If we do have dinner out, we’ll go to a sports bar, sporting event. We try to find something that wouldn’t seem strange for two adult men to be doing together.”
“Any other suspicions?” Rahm asked.
“Yes. The White House Therapists arranged a rage party right around the time President Bartlet announced that he had MS. We were in a secluded area to let out steam by throwing ceramic items- dishes mostly and glass at walls. There were even a few cars and sledgehammers available. The press core was there for a quick briefing on the event and others things. They were even invited by President Bartlet to participate. At first, I was just going to support everyone else, but I needed to get out the frustrations of learning about my father’s affair and the President’s MS.
Two reporters separately came to C.J. Cregg, asking specifically if Josh and I were in a romantic relationship. Actually, Josh and I had just broken up a few days before that. So I was complete mess that day. Danny Concannon was one of the reporters. Of course, C.J. tried to find out what they knew without letting on what she knew. We never found out how they could have known. There were very few public displays of affections; we were always super careful. Neither reporter revealed their source. We wondered if at one point both of them had been talking to the same source.
The other reporter had pictures with him from the campaign trail and early days of the administration. They were mostly of us kissing, hugging and holding hands. In every single picture we were somewhere fairly private, or so we thought- a closed off hallway, empty office or conference room. We even had Secret Service in the area of where we were. Probably Leo’s idea. Nothing out in the open. A check on staff photographers came up a bust. I think there was even an internal Secret Service investigation. We suspected that it might have been one of them since they were always around when the pictures were taken. Nothing was found.
The other reporter said his source had no intention of outing us, which confused us all. Why have ammunition and a gun if you never intend to use them? Anyway, those pictures and negatives are locked away. If there is another set out there then it’s anybody’s guess where they are.” Mr. Obama’s brow wrinkled with concern.
“Anything else you heard about?” He asked.
“Just talk mostly. Eavesdropping interns. A few rejected dates, although we tried to keep possible outside relationships to a minimum. We always tried to be discreet. Josh’s townhouse has a backyard garage facing an alley; if I drove, I’d always park in the garage or driveway. Never in front of the house. Therefore, if anyone was hanging out in front of the house, they didn’t see us leave together often. Going for walks maybe or a trip to the neighborhood coffee shop and deli. Oh, if I took a cab, they would have seen me in front of the house. The Secret Service never said anything about anyone being in front of the house when President Santos was in office, since they are supposed to protect the Chief of Staff too.
My apartment had a doorman and assigned parking with pass codes to get in. Each apartment was assigned two spots and Josh was on my list so he would always have a place to park. You could go in the lobby but you had to be buzzed in to get on the elevator. I’m sure some people overheard a lover’s quarrel or two. We tried to leave home and work separate.”
“Good. Well, Rahm and I have been mostly asking the questions. What did you need to ask?”
“Well, sir do you really think the American people would vote in a gay president?”
“To be honest, I’m not sure. The great state of Massachusetts has elected Congressman Barney Frank repeatedly. However, that’s one state out of fifty. Overcoming the moral factor will be tough. Once your platform has been set up, I think you will have the best fighting chance ever. Knowing if it’s enough to get elected is hard to say.”
“I know President Santos was a mentor to you before and during your campaign. Are you willing to take on a mentee?”
“I hadn’t thought about it.”
“If there was someone you thought was worth mentoring and supporting, would you?”
“Yes I would.”Sam smiled inwardly and asked his boldest question yet.
“If my numbers are favorable and you thought my fight was worth listening to, worth mentoring and worth supporting, would you? Would you mentor me on becoming the next President of The United States? After your second term of course.”The President was still as a statue. Sam was shaking inside, wondering if he had gone too far, unsure of how to read him. The President opened his mouth to speak and paused. This made Sam think he was going to say no.
“Write down your platform. Sketch out a strategy. When you receive your results, send me a copy along with those two items, and I will seriously consider it.”
“Really? You would consider it?” Mr. Obama nodded. “Wow. I didn’t expect that answer. I’m humbled that you would even consider looking at it. Thank you so much sir. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
“You’re welcome Sam.” The phone on his desk rang and he excused himself to answer it.
“This is good news. Great news.” He said to Rahm. “I’m really glad I decided to explore the option of talking with him. Thank you again for that.”
“You’re welcome. I’d like a copy as well.” Rahm said, then paused. “May I make a suggestion to you? Speak with Congressman Frank. He came out in ’87 I think and Massachusetts keeps electing him, so him being gay isn’t affecting his votes. Find out the secret of his Midas Touch; make it your own. I think that will be a biggest asset to your campaign.”
“You say ‘my campaign’ like you’ve seen the poll results already.”
“Just a feeling I have. And I don’t think I’m the only one.” Rahm said and the President returned to the sitting area.
“Well, Sam I hope I was able to help you start your journey.” Sam stood.
“Oh yes sir. I know now I have a little more to think and figure out, but I’m ready for the challenge. Thank you again.” He said shaking the President’s hand, then Mr. Emanuel’s.
“Looking forward to seeing the results.” He smiled at Sam and Rahm escorted him out of the office as some other Senior Staffers were entering.

Wow. He said he would consider it. That means, he sees something in me. He sees something in me!!!

                Sam seemed to float out of the White House. Saying he was pleased with the meeting was an understatement. It was like watching “The Temptations” movie when Otis Williams had Berry Gordy’s business card. As long as Otis had the card, they had a chance. As long as the President was saying he would consider it, he felt that he had a chance. Keeping this from Josh until he gets to Cali is going to be tough but I can’t tell him until I can show it to him.
As he made his way to his boyfriend’s office, he thought about the hustle and bustle of the White House as he left. He remembered the noise, the people, the constant moving. It would be interesting to be around it again. After entering Congressman Pointer’s office, he proceeded down the hallway to the bullpen. He saw his old friend Donnatella Moss, sitting at her desk, engrossed in a report.
He cleared his throat. “Sam Seaborn to see Josh Lyman please.” Her head shot up, surprised.
“Sam!!” Donna jumped up from her seat, smiling and ran around her desk to hug him. “What are you doing here?”
“Hi Donna.” He hugged her back. “I had a meeting with the President this morning.”
“The President? Wait, does Josh know?” She asked, lowering her voice.
“Yes, he knows I’m here but he doesn’t know why. We won’t discuss it until next week.”
“Why wait?”
“It’s a life changing thing we have to talk about.”
“Like matching rings?” She smiled, hinting.
“Not exactly. But it will lead to it.” She tried to hide her happy squeal and clapped her hands.
“Goody, goody, goody. That makes me so excited.”
“Oh, before I forget this is from Ginger.” He reached into his bag and pulled out an envelope for Donna. “I don’t know what’s in it, but she made me swear not to leave D.C. without giving it to you.” Donna immediately opened it.
“Oh my God, look at Maddy. She’s so adorable!”
“Josh and I are having lunch later. I’m gonna wait in his office for him. Check in with my office.”
“Ok, you can use the long end of the desk if you need to. There’s a plug there. Did you need anything?”
“Nope I’m good. Thanks Donna.”
“Oh, one other thing. If you two decide to start ‘a situation’ please let me know ahead of time so I can maybe try and clear the office.” Sam blushed.
“Sorry about that last time. I was trying to keep him quiet, but he just wouldn’t.”
“Sure.” She said, giving him the eye and opening the door to the office for him.
                He took a minute to look around Josh’s office. It had been a while since he had been there. Not much had changed. There was new furniture and some new curtains. He hung his coat and suit jacket up on the coat rack next to Josh’s backpack. He set up his laptop so he could e-mail Joey. Josh’s backpack. Sam couldn’t understand why Josh stilled used it. A business messenger bag would look so much more professional. But he took this thing everywhere. He was even sure he would see it in California next week. Well, now I know what to get him for a gift. And I will burn this thing. It will NOT leave the state of California. He called Ginger while he was waiting.
“Thank you for calling Congressman Seaborn’s office. Ginger Ellis, how may I help you?”
“Wow, I didn’t realized you really answered the phone like that.”
“Good morning Sam. How’s D.C.?”
“Cold and threatening rain. It was foggy when we arrived this morning. Delayed the landing twenty minutes.”
“How’s Josh?”
“Haven’t seen him yet he’s still in a meeting.”
“How was the meeting with the President?”
“Very promising. Did you get the messages I left earlier?”
“Yes, and everything has been assigned and is currently being worked on.”
“Good. I’ll be writing my speech for tomorrow on the plane. Everything is good for tomorrow?”
“Yes, the car will pick up at 9:15. They are available to drive to Laguna Woods if you want. They had a cancellation.”
“I was thinking about driving. Wonder how long the meeting will last?”
“I don’t know. The last one was about two hours. It’s up to you. They said we can even call up to two hours before you have to be there.”
“I have no idea how tired I’ll be. Even at a two-hour meeting, it’ll be after 10 when I get home. Anyway, my flight leaves here at 7:30 D.C. time and it’ll actually be 7:30 Cali time. I’m debating if I should come into the office for an hour or so.”
“Don’t. Go home and get some sleep. I know turn around travelling isn’t easy on the body. And you’re not a kid anymore.”
“Yeah. And I’d almost be doing the same thing tomorrow. Go ahead and order a car; I don’t want to go to sleep at the wheel.” They talked for a few more minutes as Sam was getting ready to e-mail Joey. He thought he’d go ahead and call Congressman Frank’s office to either set up a face to face or an appointment by phone.
“The Congressman would be able to fit you in between 2:45 and 3:30 this afternoon.”
“This afternoon? That was quick. Hmm…” he paused, thinking abut how much time he could spend with Josh. “How about 3 p.m.?” He’d just have to make it up to Josh next weekend. He wouldn’t mind. Much.
“And the name?”
“Oh, Congressman Sam Seaborn from California 47^th. Thank you I really appreciate it.” He opened his MS Word to being typing the memo for Joey. What do I really want to know from these future voters?
To:          Ms. Josephine Lucas
From:    Congressman Samuel N. Seaborn
Date:     February 25, 2010
RE:          Questions for possible Presidential Run

                Joey,
Thank you so much for doing this. My conversation with the President went well this morning and if the numbers you find are favorable, I will have a decent start on what I want to do. Josh doesn’t know about this poll yet, so please don’t mention it to him. You and I have agreed on the time frame of two months. Please send the bill to my office for your services. Here are my questions. I’ll let you pick the order.
1. Do you see America ever having a bisexual/gay President? Why or why not?
2. How do you feel about homosexuals in political positions?
3. Would it make a difference if the person in office was out or closeted?
4. Would you think about voting for a bisexual/gay person for the office of President of the United States?
5. After knowing the candidates platform and sexual preference, would you actually vote for that candidate?
6. Do you think a bisexual/gay President would cater to the GLBT community more than Americans in general?
7. Would you prefer that this candidate be single or have a spouse? A spouse meaning that they were married in a state that legalizes and/or accepts gay marriages or legalizes and/or accepts civil unions.
8. Would it make a difference if that candidate and spouse had children or acquired children while in the White House?
Sam stopped typing a minute to reflect on his questions, trying to see if he needed to add more. Wondering if he should. It was already eight questions long. But are they asking what I really want to know? If I out myself and get married to a man, will you vote me in as President? That's what I want to know. He decided that was enough.
I think this is all I need to know. Please feel free to add any other questions or make changes that you feel are necessary. I want the most detailed breakdown I can get, religion, race, sexual preference, age, the whole thing. It will help me to see whom my potential supporters will be and whom I will need to work on. Thanks again Joey.
                                                                                                                Sincerely,
                                                                                                Congressman Samuel N. Seaborn
He sent the e-mail and sat back in the chair, feeling a little nervous. This might actually happen the way he dreamed. The love of his life would be by his side; he would have the support of their families, friends and the support of at two- possibly three- former presidents. Who could ask for more than that? Sam thought, I’m pretty sure I could. Sam spent the next fifteen minutes reading and answering e-mails, getting anxious to see Josh. He shut off his computer and put it away. He pulled out a legal pad and started on his speech for the high school students. He was so engrossed in his speech that he didn’t even hear Josh open the door.
                Josh stood there for a second, smiling and admiring the view. Sam was sitting at an angle in one of the really comfortable chairs. His right leg crossed over his left so the legal pad had somewhere to rest. The pencil was moving quickly and fluidly in his right hand while his head rested in his left. His glasses slid down his nose, like they usually did. The look of concentration and focus engulfed his face and eyes. The crisp blue shirt he was wearing was one of Josh’s favorites. Sam’s initials were monogrammed on the cuffs. And Josh absolutely loved it when Sam wore this shirt with the grey suit he was wearing. He was the epitome of sexy intelligence.
                Josh didn’t want to disturb him just yet. He was reading his words back to himself, listening to the sound, the grammar, the syntax, the feel. His lips were moving with whispers and Josh flashbacked to when they were sitting on the couch once, the first time they were together and Sam was whispering how much he loved Josh into his skin. He wanted to kiss him. Nothing stopped moving lips better than a kiss.
“So,” Josh said softly, “which month in my calendar will Mr. Sexy Intelligence be?” Sam looked up and smiled.
“Whatever month you decide.” He replied, standing up, placing his glasses in his shirt pocket. Josh held up a finger as he went over to the blinds on the window and closed them slightly so they wouldn’t be seen. He walked back over to Sam whose arms were waiting for him.
“How about every month?” Josh asked, taking both of Sam’s hands into his own.
“Sounds good to me.” Sam said leaning in to kiss his lover. The sweet kiss tasted even sweeter when their mouths remembered each other, relaxed and opened revealing their warmth. Josh took Sam’s hands and placed them around his waist as he placed his own hands on Sam’s chest. Deepening the kiss, Sam pulled him closer. Josh’s hands went up Sam’s back as they embraced and pulled reluctantly from the kiss for air.
“Hi my love.” Sam whispered.
“Hey babe.” Josh whispered back. They hugged each other tightly. “Oh, god I don’t want to let go.”
“I know the feeling. I knew it was going to be difficult but I just couldn’t be in Washington for a day and not see you. Not kiss and hold you. I just couldn’t.” Sam said and kissed Josh again, making him release an enticing moan that made Sam tremble with excitement.
“Aha…” Josh said, raising his eyebrows.
“Oh no you don’t. I promised Donna we would be quiet this time so she wouldn’t have to try and clear the office.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t tremble.”
“Would that I could. I do it every time you make that sound.”
“What sound? This one?” And he did it again smiling, making Sam tremble in his arms.
“Josh, stop…”
“What, I’m just doing this…”He did it again.
“Josh, baby I’m serious.”
“Ok, ok. I’ll stop.” He kissed him to apologize. “So how was the meeting with the President?”
“Very promising.”
“I still don’t get a heads up?”
“Not ‘til next weekend. I’m working on some other things and I want to make sure I have a decent picture to show you.”
“What are you doing after lunch?”
“Well, I have an impromptu meeting at three. I was calling to arrange one and turns out the person is free this afternoon.”
“Who? Wait, I know, I know. You can’t say yet. Seems like a lot of secrets Sam.”
“Baby, you know we don’t have secrets from each other. My life is an open book to you.”
“Not as open as your legs will be next weekend.” He said with an evil grin on his lips.
“Josh…”
“Ok, ok.”
“There is just something I’m putting together and I need it in place before I share it with you. It’s a good thing, I promise. Trust me. Ok?”
“Ok. I trust you.” He kissed Sam’s lips to reassure him.
“So where are we going for lunch?”
“It’s my new favorite place. I found this little out of the way Italian place, get this, run by to two men who have been in a committed, loving relationship to each other for almost fifty years. There are a lot of gay couples there. I guess it’s on some kind of best gay restaurant list or something. They told me we are welcome to hold hands at the table.”
“Really? We never get to do that when we go out.”
“I know right? The food is old school Italian Sam; you’re going to love it. And it’s so cute to see the two of them talk to each other in Italian. I was picking up dinner one night and they had been fighting over something. Salvatore came up to Raphael and apologized.”
“In Italian?”
“Yes, in Italian. And it must have been a serious fight because they both were in tears. I don’t know if they were from the joy of making up or sorrow that they fought about something. But it was so sweet to see them kiss and make up Sam. The young lady getting my food was saying that she was going to have to call someone to open the restaurant the next morning.”
“Why?”
“She said when they argue like that, they literally spend just about all night making up. Then don’t make it in until after lunch.”
“How old are these guys?”
“I don’t know, between sixty-five and seventy.”
“Wonder if they are taking any sex aides?”
“I don’t know but the look of love between them is priceless. When you see them, you’ll know what I mean. I hope we’ll look like them when we get that age.”
“I want to be in love with you as long as I can.”
“Me too. I made that dumb mistake once and I’m not gonna make it again.”
“That is so good to hear. I’m gonna leave my stuff here. We’ll be back before our meetings?”
“As long as we don’t have any wine. I hear they don’t serve anything less than thirty years old.”
“Potent stuff. Huh?” Sam said as he put on his suit jacket and then his coat. He helped josh with his, pulling him closer by the lapels and kissing him. “I’m glad we have a little time together today.”
“Me too. Even if we don’t get to play.”
“Ah, but we do get to hold hands.” They both smiled, and left the office headed to Josh’s car.
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