His Curvy Distraction

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Omar</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My reelection was supposed to be a formality. My staff was behind me the town adored me and I had a great track record. It was all going well until a photographer snapped that picture of me.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It was not how it looked. Yes she was on her knees. Yes I was tugging my pants up. But it wasn't what it looked like.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The fact that I'd thought about that exact situation with that exact woman didn't mean anything. Natalie clearly did not feel the same way and she was not afraid to tell me so.</span></p><p></p><p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)><em>Natalie</em></strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Could the interim Mayor be any more of a pain in my backside? I mean sure he's sort of my boss and he protected me when that photographer took that picture of us. But why does he need regular updates? And why in the hell does he get approval over anything?</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He might be the mayor but he was not in charge of my project. Someone had to tell him exactly what he could do with his stubborn overbearing demanding-</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>He kissed me! In the middle of a meeting. I was telling him where to shove his recommendations and ended up shoving my tongue down his throat instead.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Was it wrong that I found fighting with him as much fun as making up?</span></p>