Fauntleroy stood looking at himself in the mirror. “Flossy, what do you think of how things are going so far?” He stared in the mirror for a moment. “Flossy?” He looked around, “Flossy?” Mmmm wonder how long she has been gone. “No matter,” he said aloud. He snapped his fingers. Con-Con Connie stepped away from the wall where she was hidden by matching her attire to the wallpaper pattern. “How long has Flossy been gone?”
“If you need a woman, my president, one will be provided for you.”
“I am only attracted to Eastern European women.” Fauntleroy thought fondly of his wives and other conquests.
“That was some party down at your private estate. I think you have seduced all of your high ranking party members now with expensive food and liquor and those late night gatherings. All their coffers are full. I want to personally thank you for a lovely time. Now, we have work to do.” She paused, “Do you really think your ploy to get Snowden turned over to you in return for looking the other way in the Ukraine will work.”
Fauntleroy straightened his tie. “What do we have to lose. Put-baby is there with his military. They have a history there. We may see Cuba thrown in with the deal. And if we get Snowden, I may bring back hanging.”
“Model T has sent a question to you. She wants to know how you think our military will behave on the battlefield side-by-side Russian soldiers?”
“They will do what I tell them to do,” Fauntleroy answered. “Why did she send a question through you?”
“Stone cold crazy guy gives her the creeps. Come on, we have to sap the Democrats' emotions. We will crush them.”
“I just spent millions of taxpayer dollars wining and dining my top supporters and the elected Republican guard. Everyone should be happy. I think everyone got laid, except the Senate Majority Leader.”
They both laughed as they walked out of the Royal residence.
“Release some photographs, we want to show my base what waits for them once their hard working attitudes bring them their fortunes.” Fauntleroy stood tall, thinking of his achievements.
The Super Bowl Half Time Call
"Bill, this is Faunt. Do you hear me? This is Faunt. I only like winners. Not losers. Do you hear me? Are you a winner? Do you want a seat at the table? You tell that quaterback, to get into gear. This is the Super Bowl! He can rest next week. Fire him up. You hear me? I want him, Fired up, ready to go!"
After a long weekend and tough day back at the office Fauntleroy returned to the Royal residence. “Oh, Flossy. Flossy where are you? Are you playing hide and seek?”
There was no reply. His youthful, Royal Disrober, readied him for the big brass bed and bowed as she left the room. Fauntleroy’s head hit the silk pillow and he immediately fell into his favorite dream.
The Keys to the Treasury
A long line of young, sleek Eastern European women walked by his Royal throne carrying jewelry crafted in the finest houses and displayed upon trays covered with black velvet. If something caught his eye, he would grab it. The jeweler would receive payment once the holder pleased him.
Then he was escorted by Royal train to the vaults of Fort Knox where he drew warmth through his fingers running them over the cold gold bars. From there he went to the United States Treasury. Once there he directed pallets of money be brought to his private vaults, knowing government accountants could not catch such small misappropriations.
Next a dozen nubile servers brought trays of food and lay them about him on his bed where he ate his fill.
Then it was once again morning at the Royal residence.