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Bills POV
I was sitting on the mahogany desk in my office staring into my notebook. When out of nowhere the right side of the door swung open “Hello Bubba I know you Remember me” Donald said as he sauntered his way to my desk. “Why haven’t you answered my calls Bill? I’ve been waiting for you to answer for weeks!”
I sighed then got up and held his weirdly bruised hands “I’m sorry Donald, but my wife and mistress running for president puts me in quite the pickle here” I said, Donald smiled “oh why don’t you put that pickle in me Bubba” I stepped away from him “Donald will you please try to be serious for once.The people aren’t going to elect you or my wife if they find out about us“ Donald leaned in and wrapped his arms around my waist “Come on Bill I’m gonna make America great again and your gonna break my back again”
I pushed him back even harder“I’m sorry Donald Il get back with you if you drop out” Donald grabbed my waist again “pleaseeeee” He begged. “Oh Donald you know I can’t resist you when you look at me like that” I said with a smirk on my face. As I placed Donald onto the desk I remembered that he used to have bigger chest. “Donald what happened to the man boobs?” Donald looked up at me with a sadly vacuous expression. “well they are the biggest and the best, quite frankly but they started sagging ever since I gave birth” I went to closet and pulled out my wife’s sewing kit.
“Here I’m gonna make you a push up bra” I said, Donald was so excited he almost jumped off the desk “Bill I have an idea” I looked up at my Donnie “Whats your idea baby boo?” Donald started laughing “I want you to put your face and name on the bra. It’s the best idea I’ve ever had quite frankly”