An Affair of State
He was the Vice President of the United States of America, and he had a secret. A deep, dark secret. He had been the governor of a Midwestern state and served in congress. He was a career politician. He had carried his secret for a very long time.
Sometimes he wondered if it was all worth it, especially when the president seemed to be off his rocker. Recently he began to wonder if there was a way to distance himself from the POTUS.
He had built his career on the lessons of Christ. He was a born-again conservative evangelical Christian. As were most of his constituency when he served as governor and congress.
He lived a good clean life based on Christian principles. He was anti-abortion and stood proudly against gay marriage. He believed God almighty created the Earth 6,000 years ago. He didn’t trust science or scientist. He thought most left-leaning people were communists. They all could and would go directly to hell.
And he had a secret.
As VP, it was harder and harder to live his life. Staff, Secret Service, and the press gave him a few free moments. His schedule was hectic. Yet, there were times he could get away and now was one of those times.
It was a daunting task to partake in an affair in his position. And it was a great risk to his career, but he couldn’t help himself. His illicit romance had gone on almost for as long as his marriage. And they’d been close friends before that.
When he was governor, and even as a congressman, it was much easier to arrange meetings. As VP, it was almost impossible, but not quite.
These thoughts went through his mind as he boarded Air Force One on his way to a funeral in the middle east. A retired dignitary had passed. The VP was representing the president at the ceremony.
His “friend” was already at the motel where the VP and his staff were staying.
The only way any of this worked was to trust his secret service staff, and he did. There’s been a long history of presidents and VPs sheltered by the Secret Service. He had to trust someone, and after three years in the White House, he trusted his SS team.
He put his mind to rest and slept on the plane. It was a 16-hour flight. He had plenty of time to think about what was ahead.
He awoke, freshened up, and ate while he reviewed intelligence reports about the ceremony.
When the plane landed, a respectful number of dignitaries met him with a military honor guard. Seated in a black limousine, they whisked him to the hotel with a police escort.
The secret service staff went ahead of the VP to the hotel. In black suits, gray ties, and sunglasses, they checked the motel, the lobby, and the VP’S rooms.
The red carpet was out when he arrived. His staff surrounded him and escorted the VP to his rooms.
Finally, alone, it was good to relax. And wait. It wasn’t long before there was a knock, the door opened, and an agent said, “Sir, you have a visitor.”
It was his lover, his friend, his confidant. They embraced. Their lips touched in a passionate kiss. Their tongues explored each other. Then the VP held his lover away, looked in those deep blue eyes, and said, “Robert, I’ve missed you.”
So, this piece is set in the not to distance future. It is in no way written about any previous administration. Or is it?