Page 32 of State of the Union (First Family 3)

“Yes,” Terry said, “I believe he is most definitely coming.”

They shifted back to the Oval Office, where the Nick and Sam characters were disheveled, blissed out and panting. In between gasps of air, they said, “Live from New York, it’s Saturday Night!”

“We can never show our faces in public again,” Sam said.

Nick couldn’t stop laughing.

Sam whacked him. “It’s not funny!”

“Sorry, Sam.” Shelby wiped tears from her eyes. “But that was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen on that show.”

“You can’t say that and be my friend, too.”

“Welp, it was nice knowing ya.”

Lilia and Harry were so weak from laughing, they could barely sit up.

“Lilia, tell them that wasn’t funny.”

“I wish I could, Sam,” Lilia said. “But that was funny.”

“I hate everyone and everything,” Sam said.

“Maybe if you could find some decorum when you’re around your husband, these things wouldn’t happen,” Scotty said.

That set everyone off again on a fresh wave of hysteria.

Nick put his arm around Sam.

She pushed him away. “This is all your fault! If you weren’t president, we wouldn’t be dry-humping on TV!”

“Ew,” Scotty said. “I’m so outta here.”

“Right there with you, brother,” Eli said.

“What’s a dry hump, anyway?” Scotty asked him.

Eli led him from the room with his hands on Scotty’s shoulders. “We’ll talk about that later.”

Moaning, Sam dropped her head into her hands.

“I’ve never laughed so hard in my life,” Lindsey said. “I’m weak.”

“They gave me a pot belly!” Terry said. “I don’t have a pot belly!”

“It’s okay, honey.” Lindsey patted her fiancé’s flat abdomen. “I’ll still love you if you get a pot belly.”

Sam’s phone rang with a call from Freddie. “What?”

He and Elin were laughing so hard, they couldn’t speak.

Sam slapped the phone closed. “I hate everyone.”

“Even me?” Nick asked.

“Especially you!”

Their phones were blowing up with texts from family and friends full of laughing emojis.

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