Conversations

"You know our orders" said figure one. "The Big Guy said no physical marks are to be left on her body. But we can spank her."

"With a foul mouth like hers, she's going to need more than one spanking!"

Hillary glared at the two figures as she hung there suspended in air. She may have been gagged, but it didn't keep her from thinking to herself, "You two dumbfucks better get me down from here right now!" In Hillary's case, thinking it was now just about as good as saying it. Somehow it gave her great satisfaction to hear herself talk, even if it was in her own mind. She found herself wondering what Eleanor would do in this situation. Perhaps, she thought, Eleanor would come and hang out with her for a while after these two fucking idiots left. Eleanor was a great lady, but she was very shy around strangers.

Meanwhile the two dark figures were still discussing methods of **** they were allowed to use on Mrs. Clinton.

"I'm telling you, he said no water boarding" said figure one. "Who do you think he is? A bloody Republican?"

"What about pulling teeth? Did he say anything against tooth pulling?"

Figure one sighed. "She has false teeth."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

Figure two thought for a while. "How about piping in some Barry Manilowe music? That's **** to most people."

"Hmmm... That idea actually has some merit. We'll pick up some ear plugs while we're out."

Somewhere in another part of the building, a phone rang. "That'll be the Big Guy. Let's go talk to him, then we can go to lunch."

The two dark figures left, and Hillary found herself all alone. She concentrated on calling the ghost of her friend and mentor, Eleanor Roosevelt. "Come to me, Eleanor. I need your help, and your infinite wisdom."

Suddenly, a chill wind blew through the room. The lights dimmed and flickered. Then a very angry, naked female apparition appeared before Hillary. "This better be good, Hillary. John Lennon was in the middle of tweaking my twat, if you know what I mean."

Hillary spoke telepathically to Eleanor. "I need your help to get out of this predicament. What would you do?"

"Well, number one, I wouldn't be in that predicament. Two, you need to talk to Houdini, not me. Now be a good girl and leave me alone for the next few hours. OK? Bye!" And just like that she was gone in a puff of whatever it is ghosts are made of.