Dutch and Gina: The Power of Love Read Free Page B

settle back down.   Gina was her best friend, a one-of-a-kind wonderful lady who took her into her heart as if they were blood sisters, and LaLa would be crestfallen if anything ever happened to her.  
    “Did you see that?” LaLa asked Crader as soon as he ended his phone call.
    “Did I see what?” Crader asked, his piercing blue eyes looking down LaLa’s curvaceous body and then out of the window.   “What did I miss?”
    “The president threw Gina in the water, forcing her to swim.”
    “Really?” Crader said with a smile.   “So what happened?   Did she sink or did she swim?”
    LaLa hesitated.   “She swam, actually.”
    Crader nodded.   “Dutch knew what he was doing.   He knows how to handle Gina.”
    “Yeah, but the way he just tossed her in was scary,” LaLa said and looked at Little Walt.   “It was scary, wasn’t it, baby?   The way daddy tossed mommy into that water?”
    Little Walt smiled a big, toothless grin and nodded his gorgeous head the way LaLa was nodding hers.   This baby boy, with his large hazel eyes, and syrupy oak-brown skin, and soft head of thick, curly hair, was going to be a lady killer.   LaLa could see it already.
    “Speaking of water,” Crader said as he leaned his athletic body against the windowpane, his eyes staring into hers, “the president’s numbers are no longer underwater for the first time in over a year.”
    LaLa looked at him.   “It sounds great, but what does that mean exactly?”
    Crader caught himself.   He had to remember that although LaLa was the First Lady’s assistant, she was as new to politics as Gina was.   “It means the president is polling well.   When he’s underwater, his approval rating is lower than his disapproval rating.   A month ago his approval was at 42 percent, his disapproval was right around 50 percent.   Now his approval is 54 percent and his disapproval is around forty.   He’s no longer underwater.”
    “That’s great news, Cray.   He could use some good news.   Especially since this is the last day of our vacation and we’ll all be heading back to DC tomorrow.”
    “The president won’t.   He’s got those fundraisers in California for Senate Democrats, remember?”
    “Oh, that’s right.”
    “And then we have to head to that economic forum in Seattle.   You and the First Lady will head back to DC, but Dutch and I will be out and about.”
    “Must be nice,” LaLa said as she grabbed Little Walt’s tiny fingers just as he attempted to unbutton her blouse.   Crader looked down at that blouse, and at those sizeable breasts behind that blouse, and then he looked into LaLa’s big   eyes.   LaLa was already staring into his.
    “You look pretty today,” he said when he realized his blunder.   But he liked the way her white silk blouse crisscrossed over those big breasts and provided a nice contrast against her brown skin.    “You’ve lost a pound or two, haven’t you?”
    She hesitated.   He really was a torturer.   “Yes,” she said, “I’ve lost a pound or two or ten.”
    Crader stood erect.   “Ten?   You’ve lost ten pounds?”
    “Yup.”
    Crader hated that he wasn’t more attentive to her.   He just hated it.
    “Not that you’d notice,” LaLa added sadly.
    “I’m sorry about that, La,” he said.   “I always have things going on, you know, and I can’t seem to pay much attention.”
    The president had fifty times more “things” going on than Crader McKenzie, LaLa thought, but yet the president always noticed the least things about Gina.   He even noticed when LaLa was losing weight.  
    “Alright, Loretta, slow your roll,” Dutch had jokingly said to her.   “We don’t want you disappearing on us.”
    But that was the difference, LaLa thought, between Dutch and Crader.   Crader talked a good game.   Dutch lived the game.
    “Since it’s our last night here,” Crader said, still taking peeps at her chest, his penis beginning to react to the revealed