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Carter’s comments were typical liberal bullshit. Superpower in maintaining peace. Consign your sons to die or be maimed to enforce “peace” in an anthill of a country where the local 12 year olds will kill you after collecting food shipments that the US just handed out. Superpower in environmental issues? Your job is shipped to a third world nation that couldn’t give a flip about the environment. Superpower in treating people equally… welcome DEI where qualifications are meaningless to skin color and whatever mental health issues that are flavor of the month.

Rest In Peace, President Jimmy Carter. 💙

This story does need a second chapter:)

Ever since you were a young, you dreampt of the perfect wedding and an exciting honeymoon after with the man of your dreams.

During college, you found that man. He was strong, kind, and popular. A true alpha man, who would go out of his way to help others.

Also during college, you met your best friend. She had been your roomie freshmen year, and she helped your feel at peace on campus. Outgoing, kind, dominate, she brought you to all the parties, helped you meet new people.

She's the one who introduced you to your future husband. She's also the one who was now laying with him in your wedding bed.

It's hard to explain to others, but your best friend exuded this natural dominance that drew you to her. Her words felt like law, and so throughout your time in college, she would begin to taste what she could get you to do.

On morning where she had a hangover, you'd go to her classes and take notes for her.

On nights where she wanted to party, you'd stay in and do her homework.

When she came home, she'd pat you on the head and say "Good girl. You're the best."

Her praise felt like a drug. Some nights, you'd both go out to party, but you'd always end up as the designated driver.

One night, as you were getting ready for a date with your boyfriend, she asked the question that would seal your fate.

"Babe, would you care if I slept with your boyfriend?"

"What?" You were shocked and a little offended, but, deep down, you were also very intrigued. "Yes, I'd care." The seed had been planted though.

One night, while near the end of junior year, she walked in on you while you were giving him a bj. She smiled and called you lovebirds. You loved him yes, with your whole heart.

"Hey, Jake." You stuttered as you pulled away. "If Jasmine is okay with it, would you want both of us to..."

"Sure" He said smiling. "But are you really okay with that?" He said, running his fingers through your hair.

You nodded. Jasmine slowly walked over. At first, the both of you began by taking turns. However, it slowly became the Jasmine show. Jake just seemed so much more excited as she went to work on him, so you slowly began to just watch.

Jasmine became a mainstay in your relationship. It never went to far, she always respected your limits. However, after you all graduated, she became busy. Between work and her own relationship, she rarely had time to drop by.

One day, as the two of you were catching up for coffee, Jasmine was talking about how difficult keeping up with everything was. She missed hanging as often as they used to, but working full time in NYC and keeping her apartment clean left her with so little freetime.

"I... I can clean for you."

"What?"

"I mean... When we lived together in college, I always kept the place clean."

"But, you have a job, and a fiance. How would you have the time?"

"We could... You know, merge it all together." Watching her and your boyfriend be together in college was the most excited you had ever been. The feeling of watching another women... No, watching your best-friend please your boyfriend while you watched was the greatest feeling in the world. You hadn't felt that level of excitement since. "You know, back in college, when you asked me if you could sleep with my boyfriend, I thought the idea was crazy... But now... I think you should."

"What???"

"We could all have dinner, catch up like the old days, and than after, I can clean for you while you two get to have fun."

"Babe," she said smiling. "You understand what you asking me to do, right?"

"Yes." You gulped. "Yes I am."

"Fine, but if we're going to do this I have some conditions. This isn't going to be like in college."

"Conditions?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"1st: You are not allowed to touch your fiance without my permission.

2nd: From this point on, you refer to me as Miss Jasmine or ma'am."

"Why?"

"Because, babe, while your my best friend, we need it to be clear whose in charge. Also, don't interrupt me while I'm speaking."

"Sorry."

She stared out you.

"Sorry, Miss Jasmine."

"Good girl." She smiled, and you felt warm on the inside. "3rd, while your cleaning, I want you to wear a maid uniform."

Your lips parted for a moment as you were prepared to contest that condition. You had been raised in the lap of luxury and were close to securing a well paying job. A maid uniform would be beneath you, but as Miss Jasmine raised her eye brow any and all defiance died on your tongue.

"Anything else, Miss Jasmine."

"No, I don't think so."

"So, when can we start?"

"When's your wedding?"

"In a month."

"Than, we start in a month." She said taking a sip of her tea. "I think it'll be so much more fun to take your man when he's your husband."

No words left you lips. You simply shock with excitement.

Damn.

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