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the President to continue his journey to the designated spot. A man, whom William assumed to be the principal, joined them. Polite, cordial words were exchanged, and a photographer leaned in and took a picture of the President shaking not just the principal’s hand, but also the teacher’s hand as he made his way into the room.
    It wasn’t as though William focused on any of the pleasantries. He had stood security for the President plenty of times in the past, and had learned to focus on merely security issues. But then, he heard something, something liltingly beautiful. It was the beautiful woman’s laugh. He focused on her gracious smile, not knowing what the President had said to make her so joyful. William found himself smiling back to her, although he remained cautious not to show his fangs.
    The most important piece of information William gathered from the photo op was the angel’s name — Jackie Pearlman.
    It became a name now permanently etched into his memory.

Chapter Four
     
    Dry, chapped hands.
    The President’s dire need of hand lotion surprised Jackie. She sighed heavily as she followed the man with her eyes. She watched as the handsome agent led the President through the library to the crowd of children waiting for him.
    She had planned to tell the President he had no right to create this charade. She figured she couldn’t outright yell at the man, but a knowing smile and a whispered, “I know what you’re doing,” would have been subtle enough to please her.
    But no. She grinned like an idiot from ear to ear and even laughed when he made a joke about needing to be extra quiet since they were in the library.
    A backbone. She wished she had one.
    Watching the President talk with the children made her skin crawl. He smiled, he laughed, he even talked with them. But as he looked in their eyes, did he understand what the kids were saying? What they needed? What they hoped their future would be like?
    Now needing an antacid, she realized she needed to change her attitude. For the most part, second and third graders found it thrilling to be meeting the President, and they had every right to meet the man who had neglected equal rights in their country. Oh, the man wasn’t racist — at least not overtly so. But he had canceled many bills which would have supported inner–city funding for schools, rec centers, and even planned parenthood facilities. Naturally, his religious upbringing gave him concerns over the latter one. No need to help children who were sixteen and already had baby–daddys and baby–mamas in their lives. Or, not in their lives as was usually the case.
    Jackie unclenched her hands, which had balled into fists. She tried to shake off her pending rage, but it proved hard to do as she watched the President talking to the future generation of America.
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    William stood at attention, but couldn’t take his eyes off Jackie. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took; how often her eyes blinked; and he noticed she wore no ring on her finger, which was always a good sign. He liked the fire he saw in her eyes. She embodied sexiness, in a pissed off, please–me–now sort of way.
    His eyes traveled from her dark hair and flushed cheeks to her full bosom. Her outfit, although conservative, did have a slight, plunging neckline which showed off her cleavage.
    Staying on course, his eyes wandered down to her legs. The woman had legs ‘til Tuesday. From his current location, he couldn’t see how firm her bottom was but suspected she was blessed in all the right areas.
    Yes. She was near perfection. The type of woman he had searched decades for. William's body now tingled with excitement. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips firmly against his extended fangs.
    Oh God. Not here. Not now.
    Sporting an erection in front of children, and on camera, was not putting his best foot forward. His pants became tighter as his length hardened, so he subtly confirmed his suit