Samantha And The President (revised)

Author’s Note: Marie in the following story is the French version for Mary. George Washington Brush is a fictions President. This revision version is correct. The revision is in the description of the Diplomatic Reception Room where I wrote the deception twice. That was my mistake. Sorry. I took the second description out.

“Douglas,” Samantha called coming back into the Silverton’s house in Westbridge from checking the mail.
“Yes,” her husband answered.
“Look at this that we got in the mail today,” Samantha said handing him an envelope.
The envelope had a postmark from Washington, D.C. In the left upper comer had the words THE WHITE HOUSE WASHINGTON.
Looking at the long official envelop from Washington, “Why would the President be sending us a letter,” Douglas commented as he sat down on the couch.
“Open it and see what the President wants from us,” Samantha said. “That’s the only way to find out why he sent us a letter.”
Tearing the envelope open, Douglas took a sheet of paper out and read.
THE WHITE HOUSE
WASHINGTON
Dear Mr. And Mrs. Silverton,
Your presences are cordiality are requested to have dinner with me at the White House the night before I give the State of the Union and to be my overnight guests.
Sincerely Yours,
George Washington Brush
“An invitation to us from the President,” Douglas said after he read the paper. “He has invited us to have dinner with him and to stay overnight at the White House as his guests.”
“Oh, my,” Samantha said surprisely. “Imagine that if you will, a witch having dinner with the President of the United States. We are going to accept his invitation?”
“Well, hum, I suppose we have to, Honey.”
“When does he want us to join him?” Samantha asked.
“The invitation says the night before he is to give the State of the Union,” Douglas said.
“I don’t have a thing to wear proper for meeting the President,” Samantha said.
“When did that ever become a problem with you?” Douglas asked.
“Oh, you want me to use witchcraft and conjunction something up that would be proper to wear for meeting the President,” Samantha said. “Boy that would fix that for sure.”
Then as an afterthought she added “You don’t suppose that he has heard about me having sex with your clients so they would let you handle their accounts, do you?”
“What difference does it make, if he knows or not, Sam. He is the President and he practicality knows what goes on in the country. But I don’t think he knows about you having sex with my clients so I can handle their accounts.”
“Oh, that real assurances,” Samantha said, “And I quess that I just have to have sex with him.”
“Why worry about whether he wants you to have sex with him or not,” Douglas said.
“Me? Worry?” Samantha said. “Listened Douglas Silverton, my having sex with your clients to keep their accounts is one thing, but the President, that’s different. He’s life is open book, especially for the news media. If I have sex with him, everybody will know about it. Now do you want that to happen?”
“Honey, I don’t see why you are getting all upset about nothing,” Douglas said.
“Me, upset?” Samantha asked.
“Listen, Sam, if he does want you to have sex with him you have my permission,” Douglas said calmly.
“You know Darling, I have always did have the fanstry of having sex at the White House, but I had always thought that when I had sex in the White House would be with my husband as the President,” Samantha said.
“Oh, you have had that sexual fanstry,” Douglas said. “Well if the President does want to have sex with you, you can fulfill part of your fanstry.”
“That I can, but I will let him bring up the subject. Okay, Dear?” Samantha said.
“Okay,” Douglas said agreeing.
“Hey wait a minute,” Samantha suddenly said. “We almost forgot about Larry.”
“What about him?” Douglas asked.
“Well, the thought just occurred to me of, do you think he will let you have time off to go down to Washington?” Samantha asked.
“Well, I don’t see what choice he haves, when I tell him that I have to go to Washington,” Douglas answered.
“Oh, that’s nice to know,” Samantha said.
“Honey, Larry is not the kind of a man to refuse letting anyone have some time off, especially if the President sent for the person,” Douglas said.
“I suppose that you will just march into his office and tell him that the President has summoned you to Washington,” Samantha said.
“Something, like that,” Douglas said. “But you are right that I have to let him know that I was summoned to Washington.”
“You just do that, and I garanteed that he would want to go to Washington with us,” Samantha said unconvicly.
“Well you want me to tell him that the President had invited you and I to have dinner with the President?” Douglas asked.
“That would be telling him the truth, Dear,” Samantha replied.
“Okay, I will tell him that the President had invited us to have dinner at the White House,” Douglas said.
The next day at work, Douglas went to Larry Adams’s office and told him about the President inviting Samantha and him to have dinner at the White House. He asked his boss for a few days off from work. Larry granted Douglas his request and he thanked him then left.
“Well how did went with Larry?” Samantha asked her husband when he came home from work.
“Um, it went well, Sam. He understood,” Douglas answered.
“I’m glad,” Samantha said.
Noticing that Darrin had some books in his hand, she asked him what the books were on.
“I stopped at the library on my way home and check these out on the White House,” Douglas said. “I thought that since we are going there, we might as well as get some knowledge on where the President lives at.”
“Good idea, Honey. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes,” Samantha said. “After dinner I pack our suitcase for our trip to Washington.”
After dinner, Samantha went upstairs to pack for their trip to Washington. Taking the suitcase out, she packed her nightgown and robe, socks, panties, and a change of clothes, along with her slippers. She packed a white dress shirt, a tie, and a suit for Douglas, along with a few pair of socks, undershorts, and his slippers, and a change of clothes. Having the suitcase packed she went over to her nighttable and packed her overnight carring case.
“Hello, Dear,” a voice said behind her.
“Mother,” Samantha said turning around reconginzing Marie’s voice. “How nice to see you. What brings you here at this time?”
“I just drop in to see how you are doing.” Marie said. Noticing the open suitcase she asked Samantha “Where are you going?”
“Douglas and I are going to Washington,” Samantha replied.
“Whatever for?” Marie asked.
“Douglas and I were invited to have dinner with the President at the White House and to be his overnight guests,” Samantha said.
“You are going to visit the President?” Marie asked surprisely.
“Yes, we are,” Samantha answered.
“Well, I’m glad for you and Dumbdumb,” Marie said. Then she had an idea. “I have an idea, why not you use your powers and pop you and What’s His Name down to Washington?”
“Now, Mother, you know how Douglas feels about me using witchcraft,” Samantha said. “Besides we are going to do the ornary mortal way. We are going to drive down there and back. Now Mother, promise me that you won’t do anything to ruin this trip for Douglas and I.”
“Witcheshonor,” Marie said placing her index and second fingers in the V shape over her nose for the sign of witcheshonor.
“Good. Now if you will excuse me. I am going downstairs and do the dishes,” Samantha said.
“See you when you come back,” Marie said then she popped out of the room.
That night when Douglas and Samantha went to bed, they began to read the books that Douglas had check out on the White House.
The next moring Samantha and Douglas left driving towards Washington, D.C. Leaving their house Samantha made sure she had her purse. The route they took, took them though New York City, across New Jersey, to Pennsylvania just west of Philadelphia into Maryland. In Maryland they pick up another highway that took them right into Washington, D.C.
“Just think, Douglas, that over two hundred years ago, when we fought the Revolutionary War that George Washington and the Continental Army marched along parts of this highway,” Samantha commented as they were driving through New Jersey.
“I was thinking the same thing that we could very well be driving where they had marched,” Douglas said agreeing.
Arriving in Washington, D.C. in the afternoon that the President was expecting them, the Silvertons drove directly to the White House. Coming to the White House, they presented the invitation they had received from the President to the guard on duty.
“Just a minute while I confirm this,” the guard said. He went into the booth and rang the President. He asked the President if he was expecting a Mr. And Mrs. Silverton from Westbridge, Connecticut. The President said that he was. The guard said thank you to him and hung up.
“The President is expecting you,” the guard said when he came back to the Silvertons.