'I do solemnly swear that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.'
'Congratulations Mr. President,' the Chief Justice shook my hand.
Emma was the second to congratulate me. With a hug. The second was my Vice President Jim Tolar and his wife. Then the outgoing President, Vice President and their spouses. I made the rounds with the rest of the attendees on the platform to accept their congratulations.
Time for the inaugural speech. I presented my vision for America and set forth the goals for the nation. I created a buzz setting a goal to land on Mars and begin to colonize it by the end of the decade. The naysayers criticized me for stealing the idea from JFK. So what, If China beats us there, this country sustains a big blow to our national pride. Our partnership with commercial space companies will enable a cost effective program.
The other controversial goal was to accelerate our efforts to be a carbon neutral country, leading the countries of the world to achieve the same goal. I tied the two controversial goals together.
'Mars is more than a destination, it is our destiny. It is our safe place, our backup plan for the planet that we are on a path to destroy If we don't change our ways. The human race must live on.'
The third goal was cancer. This one close to my heart.
'A predecessor promised a moonshot to cure cancer but we never left orbit. There are over 200 different types of cancer and each patient has a unique variation. We must be methodical and attack each cancer, a team of smart guys and gals assigned to each one to find the cure is sorely needed.'
'We have to focus on early detection. We will legislate annual full body scans required by Medicare and all the insurance companies at no charge to the patient.'
'We have to use the latest MRNA technology to target the individuals tumors and growths. We must make cancer something treatable like the flu. Anything short of meeting the goal is not acceptable to me and all Americans.'
A standing ovation ensued. I closed out my speech. Another standing ovation. I am ready to get to work.
I have always been controversial and I will continue to be controversial. We will achieve these goals.
***
Emma and I made all the inauguration balls. She was the poster child for elegance. For an 18 year old, she shined at the balls and drew more attention than me. She was the 'spitting image' of Jean not only in looks, also personality. Emma will postpone attending Harvard college experience to be my full time First Lady.
Jean was 18 when I first met her. Married after college, Emma born shortly thereafter. Thinking back, they were so much alike, so alive, bright stars in my universe.
Friends and supporters engaged Emma in conversation at the balls. She was witty, insightful and surprisingly to me, had something of interest to say to all. Something about their children or their political career. I knew she was a quick learner, but wow.
As tradition calls, the First Lady and President should dance. I let her choose the music. I am so glad she didn't choose fast dances. Whew.
At the first ball, her choice was 'I Loved Her First' which is intended for a Dad with a daughter's new husband. Emma had a boyfriend but I believe nothing serious. Given what she and I went through together with Jean, somehow it fit. The reference to me, the first to love Jean, Emma next. I controlled myself, I had such an urge to cry.
A tear snuck out. Emma wiped it away from my cheek.
I nuzzled in close to her, 'I forgot to congratulate you on being the next First Lady. Thank you for agreeing to do that.'
'Daddy, I love you. I can't think of a better gift for you. I will not disappoint you.'
She gave me a peck on the cheek.
'I love you too Emma.'
***
Looking back, it was a landslide victory. So unusual for an independent to win the presidency. The last one to win - George Washington. I love his quote in his 1776 farewell address.
"Let me now take a more comprehensive view, and warn you in the most solemn manner against the baneful effects of the spirit of (political) party generally."
The pundits scored the victory as one of sympathy for me and explained away my national support.
Jean was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer two years before the election. The cancer quickly determined to be inoperable.
She did the chemo, joining 'know your tumor' movement to identify the best treatments. Pancreatic cancer is the silent killer. Ask Steve Jobs. Early detection is the key. We were too late.
Jean insisted that I continue my pursuit of the presidency. She stated over and over again 'the country needs you.'
In the early days of her battle, she was able to help in the campaign. Her participation dwindled over the course of her treatment. Right after the conventions, she moved to hospice care. She was in extreme pain, she lived on morphine. Her body deteriorated. She lost over 50 pounds. I kept telling myself, she was still Jean.
I received the call at 2 AM. Emma and I hurried to her. We each held a hand. Her breathing was labored. For the first time in a week, she awoke.
'Steve, you are going to win. I saw him, he told me. Keep going. I love you.'
'Emma, take care of your Dad. He will need you. Do everything for him, everything he asks for. You can do it. Love you honey. '
She took her last breath. And... she was gone.
I thought I was ready for her passing. I was not. The funeral planning kept my mind off the grief. The beautiful service brought that to the end. I was paralyzed, suspending my campaign activity. Jim, my VP candidate, kept it going. Emma tried to help me turn the corner, I was fighting it.
I was lying in bed, replaying the last two years over and over again, torturing myself with the 'what ifs'. I didn't plan on moving ever again.
***
He was still in bed at 3 PM. Mom's words 'Emma, take care of your Dad. He will need you.' echoing in my head. I will do something. It is time.
I knocked on the door.
'Emma, go away.'
Sounded so much like 'Anna, go away' in Frozen one of my favorite movies.
This is different. I entered the room. He pulled the pillow over his face like a kid hiding something.
'Dad, we need to talk.'
'I am not ready to talk. Go away Emma.'
'No, we are going to talk. Take the pillow off your face, sit up in bed and talk to your daughter.'
No movement.
'Now!' I shouted.
He finally moved. I sat next to him. I touched his face and said.
'Daddy, I miss her too. I want her back but that is not going to happen. We both need to move forward. I know, I absolutely know that is what Mom needs us to do.'
Still no movement.
'Daddy, there is a fund raising dinner tonight. No one is expecting us to attend. Let's surprise them, lets kick start your return.'
He nodded. Finally.
He needed a shower. My guess maybe two weeks since the last one.
I led my zombie father to the bathroom. i turned on the shower. I adjusted hot and cold till it was right.
'Daddy, you stink! Can you handle a shower?'
'I don't know, Mom and I used to... in the shower...'
OK. This was not going to be simple. If I have to get in the shower with him, I will do that. He has to make the dinner. I told Jim he would be there. $5,000 a plate. A thousand attendees. Another grand for a picture with Dad. This is huge. I can't fuck this up.
I removed his pajama tops. I reached down to undo the knot holding up his pajama bottoms. No luck. I kept working it. I needed to get a closer look at the knot. I kneeled down. Ah - I can see the problem now.
I undid it. His pajamas dropped to the floor.
There it was. My Dad's penis. Obviously I didn't know how big it was. I had not seen a lot of penises in my short sex life. His was the biggest. For an instant, I thought about doing something with it. My new found fetish. I shook it off.
'Mom would take it in her mouth. Gosh she was so good Emma.'
Mom's last words rattling in my mind 'Do everything for him, everything he asks for.. You can do it.'
I had to move things along to squash my temptation.
I took his hand and led him into the shower.
'Dad, can you take it from here?'
'Mom would lather me up. Can you do that for me? God I miss Mom so much.'
Ruining my designer clothes from Nanamica New York was not an option. I stripped to my Victoria Secret panties and bra. No big deal getting those wet. I committed to get him to the dinner. I will deliver on that commitment no matter what.
'Don't get your clothes wet. Take them off like Mom did. I can help.'
Turning to me his erection was inches from my pussy. Reaching around to unclasp my bra, he pushed his cock between my legs. He looked approvingly at my breasts.
'Just like Mom's.'
Stepping back, he pulled my panties down to the floor. I stepped out of them and followed him into the shower.
'Kneel down to lather Daddy's penis Emma, just like Mom would do.'
Kneeling down he put his cock up against my lips. I opened up and wrapped my lips around his cock head. He placed his hands on my shoulders, then started shaking them violently, calling my name.
***
'Emma, Emma wake up! It's two o'clock. The dinner starts at five, I have to be on time.'
'Get up please.'
I was still groggy from all the drinking and sex last night. What a dream! It seemed so real. Suck my Dad's cock? That's disgusting.
'Ok Dad. Give me an hour to get ready.'
Dad said, 'Thank you, take two if you need to. To be honest you look a mess.'
He was starring at my face. He left.
Off to the bathroom for a quick shower no need to mess with my hair. Until... I looked in the mirror, there so so much dried cum in my hair! I was so drunk, I just dove into bed after he dropped me off. No more late night, drunken blowjobs in a car.
Did Dad notice? Oh my god is that why he stared at my face? Possible. He won't ask about it I am sure.
***
In the shower, I replayed the whole night. Oscar volunteering to take me to the bar to meet up with my girl friends celebrating our 18th birthdays. Except for Olly. short for Olivia. She had seven years on us. We were getting drunk out of our minds having a great time. Oscar always lurking in the corner. He took his Secret Service duties seriously.
Dad didn't like have Secret Service protection, but as a legit presidential candidate he had no choice.
I had my own 'detail'. My friends thought that so was so cool, especially when they met Oscar, the detail lead. He was undoubtedly hot, sexy. He had a muscular build, handsome face, and wavy black hair. Most of my friends tried to entice him into a discussion. He was stoic.
I didn't change one thing in how I lived my life, especially my sex life. After all that drinking I was hunting the bar for a take home or go to his place. The herd has thinned out by the time I arrived. No trophy kills for me tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
