Trang fell off the radar.
Shit, I said to Max, she's a fucking spy for the Chinese.
'Well cover the fucking story,' yelled Max over a Maxwell Smart kind of phone that I spoke through my shoe.
Fuck tiny watches that monitor your heartbeat and take calls, talking through a dirty shoe was just the bomb.
'That advertorial out the way,' said Max, 'it's time you go on this one alone.'
America was depending on me.
The world didn't need another muttering Althimers president who asked the same question over and over, 'Did we win the election?'
I had an idea.
The wet markets of Wuhan might provide more answers to the questions that every major power was asking.
'Was the Wuhan virus a strain of HIV?'
I guess I'd have to find out.
I'd bareback on this one.
Get a wank without a condom.
I was a patriot.
I'd take this one for the team.
Maybe even the massage girls might be able to provide intel.
I had a lead.
Apparently Joe Biden's son, Hunter, had already been here.
'And he left with a vial of semen and blood,' said Shenwen, my massage lady who had the biggest tits and magic blow job lips. She reminded me so much of Megan from Guiyang. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity.
'Did he say what was in the sample? I asked her, in between her head bobbing on the end of my starving dick.
'Yes,' she said, ' he said it was a Wuhan flu that would get his daddy elected.'
I texted Max while Shenwen teased the end of my cock with her soft fingers.
'Biden going down to China Town, stop, the Guava doesn't fall far from the tree.'
Max would get it.
'Langley said to have more happy endings, 'Great work son,' signed off The Donald.'
He got it all right.
Now it was time to travel and explore.
Covid would need a good kick in the nuts.
I never let a cold get in the way of traveling and happy tugging holidays.
Covid was just so totalitarian, playing into the hands of the 'cancel culture.'
