Trumps POV

"Biden you whore! You said that you would let me off easy!!!" I say.

"Yes misheard me. I said that maybe I would make this eas for you," Joe said

"You little bitch!" I say.

"Shh our wives might hear us," Joe said as he got on top of me. He then presses his smooth lips on my chapped ones.

"Get off of me-" I say until I feel his hands run down my legs. He slips his tongue into my mouth. I moan from the pleasure. "Joe-Stop-mph-" I say. I try and stop him.

(Author: What the hell am i doing with my life? Is this where my mind has gone? Have I fallen into a deep dark emptiness like Pico 2.0? Yes.)

After a few minutes someone knocks on the door. "Hide," I whisper to him. I fix my wig and clothes. "Who is it?" I ask.

"It's me Mike," I hear.

"Wait for me outside!!" I say.

"Alright," I hear his footsteps leave.

"I'll be taking my leave," Joe says as he leaves. "I'll see you tomorrow," He winks and leaves. I stand there. My face was red. I walk out and go out to see Mike.

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Am I confused on why I made this? Yes! Is it because I hate both of the candidates? Also yes!!! Am I a disappoint? Absolutely. Ok it's short because I felt really uncomfortable writing this. I didn't feel like explaining anything.