One Night With The President

wallowed her frame, hiding a stomach that was still perfectly flat. She kept her head do

ded to get t

ois

ped and stumbled back, Her arms instinctively cro

mate was grinning, ho

the cave!" Isla laughed. "I

n to her sides, her heart

rary," Eloisa lied. Her vo

king. Kurtis Branch has a mass

football team. He had been aggressively pursuing her for three mo

't care, a roar of cheers erupted from

a loo

ded by a dozen massive, metallic red heart balloons. Above his head,

read: ELOIS

ready formed a circle. They had their pho

om a frat brother. He was wearing a custom t-shirt with a pictur

oser, the sm

heap body spray. It smelled like synth

a physical switch i

loded. Her stomach violently contracted. The col

ght in front of her. He flash

the first seco

shing in her ears. She slapped both hands over her mouth. She t

r her mouth. His smile grew wider. He thought she

es!" the crowd

ed. She couldn't ho

the grass. Eloisa sprinted three steps to a nearby

her body shaking w

o a dead, horrifying silence. The only sound was the wet

from bright red to a furious, dark purple. H

Kurtis yelled. He threw the bouquet of r

med away, pushing

led through the students. The

in her vision. She wiped her mouth with the back of her tr

hesitant ste

k hand. "Don't. Just

another word, a massiv

t to the curb. There were no license plates on the front. The

door clic

silver, and he wore crisp white cotton gloves. Two massive men in identical black s

ook at the vomit. He did not look at the crowd. He st

smooth, flat, and completely devoid of

nausea was instantly replaced

she asked, taki

ket and pulled out a heavy, cream-c

ly one word printed in embos

kin

was a pho

he man said. He gestured toward the open

request. It w