A VERY SHORT STORY... kind of X-rated

Impalin' the Palins

"Hey sweetiebun! You know what we are gonna do when we go live in the Whitehouse?", Todd whispered breathlessly, looking up intently at Sarah's chin.

Sarah put her book down and looked down and glared at Todd in his favourite school-marmish way and she said (just as he winked at her and flashed her a horny smile and grunted -- in case you wondered that's how small town folks are, always behaving as if they are a load of walking cliches).

Anyway, Sarah said: "Look here honey, McCain will be living in the Whitehouse. I am just a VP! Get that through your thick skull,", then she gently touched his head and said, "I mean, your beautiful thick skull," and she grunted at him too. They were like Marge and Homer Simpson all throaty giggles and horny laughter. Or, like turkeys gobbling in a farmyard. Take your pick.

Then, when he started gently grabbing her, she sternly said in a mock-threatening way, "Don't make me grab my shotgun!"

"You mean this," he put his hand on his crotch.

The two were in bed, and Todd had his head on her lap with their little baby sleeping beside him. Their conversation was at whisper level, so as not to awaken the baby.

Looking slightly serious, Todd then said, "C'mon, you know that McCain feller ain't got that much time and the Whitehouse is as good as yours! The first thing we are going to do when we take over the Whitehouse is we're gonna make a new Whitehouse baby! You'd like that, right!"

She didn't say anything. Sarah, smiled benignly at him, thinking to herself, "Great, Todd! Always thinking with your dick! The world will think the Whitehouse is really full of Republican fuckers! Gawd, I'd left him ages ago if the sex wasn't so good!"

THE END


Photo: Sarah and Todd Palin in photo by Al Grillo for Associated Press in NYT