THE WHITE HOUSE
WASHINGTON
April 2, 1998
Dear Penthouse,
I am the President of a large North American country. I always thought the letters in your great mag were fake,
until I had an experience that changed my mind. One night, I was sitting alone in my office, when suddenly the
door opened. Standing in the doorway was the hottest intern you have ever seen. "Lonica" (I'm changing
her name here, for legal reasons, y'know) had long luscious legs, and a sexy "That Girl" haircut that
makes me long for
the good 'ol days, if you know what I mean! Dressed in a t-shirt (no bra), and a tight leather mini skirt, she
was the perfect antidote for a long day of deposition-giving.
She moved toward me, shrugging her t-shirt over her head. As the shirt hit the floor, I noticed that her capitol
domes were patriotic and proud, standing to full attention for her commander-in-chief. "There would be no
vetoing Bill today," I thought, "This little fox is going to learn the true meaning of "State of
the Union." "Ooooooooh," she said, her gaze sliding over me like an Arkansas horse-trader. "Is
that the Washington Monument? Or are you just glad to see me?" "That depends. Am I welcome in your Oval
Office, heh-heh?" I asked,
teasingly. She just grinned and said, "I think it's time for a little "closed session of congress.""
Needless to say, I proceeded to give her a lesson in civics and service to her country that she will never forget.
As I eagerly look forward to our
next "summit meeting", I must get back to the boring business of running the country, but now I'll be
doing it with a smile!
Name and address witheld
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