You have a situation where a group of FBI agents is in direct conflict with prosecutors who believe the agents have a weak case in their attempt to find evidence of corruption that can be used against Clinton. The agents, in an atrocious violation of FBI policy against injecting the Bureau into an election, begin leaking dark innuendo to reporters. That convinces the FBI director that he has no choice but to go public with the fact that the Bureau is looking at some emails that might or might not have something to do with Clinton, though no one has actually read them. That news lands like a bombshell, despite its complete lack of substance.
And then it turns out that these agents are basing their investigation on a book called “Clinton Cash” by Peter Schweizer. Schweizer is the president of the Government Accountability Institute, an organization co-founded and chaired by Steve Bannon. Who is the CEO of the Trump campaign.
Trump partisans are behaving like the FBI has a mountain of smoking gun evidence to put Hillary Clinton into jail forever. Forget that there is just nothing at all in reality to support this, because whenever I point that out, they call me names and cite totally discredited websites as proof that they’re right and I’m an idiot.
It’s frustrating and demoralizing that we seem to be living in separate realities. I, of course, believe that I live in actual reality and they live in Breitbart reality … but I keep remembering how Karl Rove said to a reporter that the Bush White House was no longer concerned with facts, because they could create their own reality. Based on my interactions with Trump partisans this year, it seems like Rove was right.
So that’s why this FBI scandal is so upsetting to me. The power and inherent respect of the bureau is being abused by a small group of people who want to create their own reality, based on a book whose premise was conjured out of thin air explicitly to be a political hit job.
It’s incomprehensibly dangerous to have any government agency act upon totally false and imagined things because those things fit their ideology. It is terrifying when it’s an agency that has the power to arrest and detain and investigate people.
And not that it matters, I guess, but what these FBI agents have done, and what Trump’s campaign is apparently complicit in, is a violation of the law. It is specifically a violation of the Hatch Act, which was written and passed to prevent exactly what these people are trying to do.
“Are they arguing
again?” Rene asked when the elevator doors opened to reveal a very frustrated
Curtis sitting with his back to the approaching visitor.
“Mom and Dad as you’ve so cleverly termed them
are just talking it out, they’ll be done soon…” he added lowly with a nearly
silent exhale, “I hope,” while Rene found a spare chair to put beside his
He tapped at the latest piece of technology
slowly with timid fingers. “Is she really going to be his assistant?” Rene
asked almost gleefully.
“She prefers the term Deputy Mayor since Lance
has taken a leave of absence but yeah she’s going to fill that role for at
least the next two months,” Curtis commented while he pushed Rene’s fingers
away from the broken down device.
Rene leaned back and placed the soles of his
tennis shoes along the table. Curtis gave him an annoyed eye roll but continued
going through the various burned wires as the other man talked. “So what
are they planning to do? I mean the reporter chick is also with Prometheus, the
DA is busy carrying on a bromance with John and we’re being used as eyes only
recon while Tina continues to train with Dad. I mean how does having blondie
act like his right hand man help tie up any of those loose ends?”
Curtis almost couldn’t believe the man who’d
dubbed Oliver and Felicity mom and dad wasn’t able to connect the neon like
dots. “He’s trying to get her back stupid,” Curtis laughed quickly.
Rene’s feet dropped off the table ledge as he
came forward with a harsh thud, “He’s what?” he croaked with childlike
The people inside the cells have been released and taken care of. Hawkeye had to land the jet and speak to the people since neither Tony, Steve nor y/n spoke Chinese. They had medics came in and checked their health and their background. Transportation has been given to those in need and shelter for the victims. It was protocol.
“FRIDAY, are you done yet?” Stark groaned as he spun around the chair he found in front of the control Chinese base control panel.
“The encryption is most complex, sir. I have yet to crack the passwords.” FRIDAY answered.
“Damn Chinese smartasses.” he mumbled then stood up and stretched his legs. “How long till then?”
The timber of his voice resonated through your body sending a shiver down into core. Your pussy tightening involuntarily at his words. You’d grown tired of the game he’d asked you to play; confining yourself to a chair, while his hands roamed around your body mercilessly.
You should’ve known by the boredom on his face he would find other ways to entertain himself. You, of course, being the best entertainment of all. He’d walked around the auction looking at piece after piece, until he’d found a chair stowed away in corner. The futuristic look to an old design something you knew he’d equally love, but need to possess. So when he’d asked you to sit in it, you’d thought he’d lost his mind.
“Seunghyun, you have to buy it first.”
“Because I need to know how you look with your legs spread in it.”
The bluntness of his words made your pussy tighten with a heady need be touched. Your eyes roaming around the room to find no one else was there. It was getting close to the time the auction would begin, and hardly anyone was on the third floor. Still…
“What if we get caught?”
He rejected your worry with a dismissive hand, casually walking over to the chair and waiting for you to follow. When you reached him he didn’t utter another word and he didn’t have too. His authority radiated off of him in waves, his intent to have you in that chair more evident with each passing second. You double checked one last time that no one else was in the room before you sat down. Your eyes soaking up his tall frame until they landed obsidian eyes and, unable to stop yourself, retorted: “Would you like to know if it’s comfortable or not?”
Seunghyun disregarded your words completely and kneeled before you. Your pulse suddenly back in your throat as his hands moved from the chairs armrests and on your knees.
“Grab the back of the chair. Keep them there and don’t move.”
You knew what he was wanting to do. You’d done this with him at home plenty of times, except usually your hands were tied back with silk. You were struggling to swallow past the excitement that made your mouth run dry. The urge to ask if he was serious falling short; his hands burying deep between your legs and prying them wide open. The edges of his fingers grazing over thin-laced panties and forcing a mewling sound free from between your lips.
“Grab the chair, Y/N.”
You did as you were instructed, gaze locked expectantly on him while you waited for his next move. The both of you forgetting where you were completely, both his hands sliding the edge of your dress higher up your thighs until the first glimpse of your panties was exposed. Seunghyun continued to roam up until the palms of his hands ran into the bare skin of your waist and back out. He continued to tease you this way, in between the pads of his fingers skimming over the fabric of your panties. A ghost of pressure in just the right area to make your clit ache to be touched, but not enough to fulfill the need.
“Seunghyun,” you whined. “Please.”
Usually if you begged it would do the trick, and this time felt like all the others. Your lower body moving up to meet his hands as it slid upwards. The fingers curling around the edge of the panties, with the digit smoothly moving inside to teasingly graze between your folds. It was enough to cause breathy moans to stutter free only to have them die in frustration when he pulled his hand back. The finger covered in your juices entering his mouth, allowing you to hopelessly watch as he sucked it clean.
“Better be quiet or they’ll hear you.”
You wanted to ask what he meant, but your silent question was answered moments later. His large hand delving inside the drenched fabric, digits spreading apart your folds, as he slid two abrupt fingers inside of you. Your head instantly flew back, your mouth opened in a silent scream. It took everything in you not to let go of the chair and grab onto him, but you knew if you did he would stop. The game would be over and you would be the sore loser. Your fists tightened against the wooden supportive posts and you could’ve sworn you heard them break. Your gaze falling down the line of your body to watch him pump his fingers in and out of your slick pussy. The sound of your juices echoing unimaginably loud in the empty room with each new thrust from his fingers. Your eyes taking in his forearm muscles as they flexed with each movement.
Seunghyun was watching you closely, making sure your hands were still where he’d told you to place them. Taking in the rapid rising of your chest and when your teeth dug into your bottom lip to keep quiet. All these smalls things to warn him when you were close, timing it just right when he knew you would be the loudest.
Your orgasm hit you without warning; his fingers coaxing over your g-spot one last time. Your legs moved back together, trapping his hand between your thighs, but Seunghyun didn’t mind. If anything it allowed his thumb to apply more circular pressure onto your clit, the extra friction rippling through your body making your legs shake.
He must have sensed you weren’t going to be able to remain quiet any longer. Just as your mouth opened to let out a loud moan his lips crashed onto yours with a roughness that stole your breath away. Your lungs suffocating in a euphoric state of pleasure until your body began to come down.
When he was sure your orgasm was finished, Seunghyun pulled his hand free, and stood back on his feet. You were too busy trying to regain the feeling in your legs when you heard his grunt of approval.
What would Pete do if you teased him by wearing sexy lingerie??? Omg I got Pete feels now lol
- you knew he hated going out shopping with you
- he absolutely despised it, but he’d kept his grumbling to a minimum
- so you thought at the very least you’d give him… a reward of some kind
- so you dragged him into Victoria’s Secret
- he’d raised his brow at you in disbelieving manner
- but the reddened tips of his ears gave him away
- you’d set to work grabbing various lacy garments including a scandalous one piece number in red
- you’d hustled him towards the dressing rooms, disappearing inside of one with a mischievous wink
- not two minutes later, you opened the dressing room door with a flourish
- He’d found a chair to sit in in the dressing room and once he saw the dark green number you had on, his jaw went a little slack and his pupils widened in lust
- “What do you think? I want to wear something special for you tonight, since you were so good on this shopping trip.”
- At his silence, you pouted, and retreated back into the dressing room to change into something else
- you slid into the red lace number and opened the door
- and Pete was right there, in the doorway, his eyes dark and a feral look of desire on his face
- “Why wait till tonight?”
- you didn’t get a chance to respond before Pete had slammed his mouth against yours, while pushing you into the dressing room and kicking the door shut
- “You’re gonna have to be real quiet love, or we’ll have to stop.”