“They made me leave, Mama,” Andy said, sniffling, ”Those mean bitches stole my office.”

“There, there,” Nancy said, smoothing his greasy hair out of his red and swollen eyes.

“They just don’t understand that I’m Italian and emotional,” he sobbed, kneading her rot-black breasts with his sweaty hands. “This is just how I interact with people. All people!”

She shifted under his weight and a little piss dribbled out to stain her office chair.

“Even Joe told me to resign!’ Andy wailed.

“Fuck Joe,” Nancy said. “We should have never leth him be President.”

“Fuck Joe?” Andy asked, his tiny reptile mind struggling.

“He hasn’t come to meesh in years,” Nancy said angrily. “Years!”

“Why not, Mama?”

She looked out the thick Lexan of her office window and sighed. “He says I’m jush too old for him.”

Andy stood and looked down at her sitting in her office chair, legs splayed, her shar-pei body oozing through the armrests, thick grey thatch of pubic hair gone to obscene seed.

“How could anyone not want you?” Andy asked. “Just look at me!” he said wiggling to slap his limp penis side-to-side across his thighs. “I couldn’t get more hard than I am with you.”

“He saysh he likes them younger,” Nancy said morosely.

“Younger? Nonsense!” Andy said. “I’d shit on your chest any day!”

“You are sush a kind man, Andy,” Nancy said, struggling to force herself to blush, old blood pushing itself into her neck and face.