Bill and Hillary

[BIAD]

I would bet that old Billy boy has to go to bed every night cussing America for not electing HRC to POTUS... She is now home every night... maybe that is justice after all.

Yeah... the machines to keep her body going and the occasional knock on the door from Huma to ask
if she needs a bed-warmer! And all the time, Poor Willy sat-up in bed with his laptop, wondering which
best pick-up line to use on his 'Singles' forum.

Behind the humming of the devices pouring new blood into Hillary's failing body, she wonders how her
brother's Haitian gold-mining business is faring due to the earthquake and if her Foundation's money
is still be funnelled through a small catering business in DC to her dear Tony.

Oh how Billy-The-Club must miss the heady days of him and Roger Clinton staring at the white powder
on the glass coffee table of one of his mistresses and wondering if they'll consume it all before the next
consignment arrives from Mena. "God Bless Oliver" he'll whisper as he turns over and settles down for the
night.

Ignoring the continuous texts from her former-husband, Huma steps away from the bedroom door and
slips the bottle of tears she'd collected from the latest crew of mewling fans that had visited the non-Trump
hotel earlier.

Making her way quietly down the corridor, she wonders if it's too early to go out into the yard behind the
hotel kitchen to meet her handler.