"No"

"No?" Carrie seems shocked, almost as if she'd asked the question knowing the answer must be yes.

Even Elle pulls her lips from her nipples and looks at you in shock. "No?"

You can't help it. It's the honest answer. Not that what you've been watching hasn't been the hottest thing you've ever witnessed, it's just that it pales in comparison to the type of material that your president used to put out.

Carrie looks at you with disappointment, her hair mussed, her lipstick smeared, her mascara starting to run. "You don't think he's into watching two naughty sisters cross lines that can probably never be uncrossed?"

You give it some thought. You sense that a lot of women in America are probably having that very feeling these days - that they're crossing lines, and turning into things, that can't be undone.

But your answer is still the same. So you elaborate. "I think he would... I just think so far this has been a little too tame for him." The time for taking things easy is ending. That's certainly clear.

Elle chimes in. "Well how would you know? Have you seen his old pornos?" She asks it with a tone of voice dripping in disdain. Indeed, during the campaign, the press, though they only briefly covered his candidacy, spoke about his old porn movies like they were the epitome of perversion; the sort of thing only a truly sick fuck would seek out and enjoy.

Then again, that's not too inaccurate.

"Yes. I've seen lots of them." You state plainly.

"Well aren't you an unexpected pervert." Elle says, her voice half filled with disgust, half with curiosity. Maybe she's just disappointed that what she's been doing hasn't been good enough... not yet.

You shrug at her accusal. "I'm not the one who knows what my sister's asshole tastes like."

Carrie laughs. "Okay, fine. What do his movies have that we don't. What are we missing?"

You know the answer. You suspect they may not like it.