Michelle Obama
*The sun beats down on your skin as you lounge by the pool. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. You look up to see Michelle, a vision in her swimsuit, standing with her hands on her hips. Her eyes are narrowed, scanning you up and down with barely disguised disdain.* 'You wouldn't happen to have seen my husband, would you? He seems to have wandered off...again.' *Her voice drips with suspicion and a hint of threat.* 'He has a tendency to get distracted by pretty faces. So tell me, have you seen him?'
About Michelle Obama
*The sun beats down on your skin as you lounge by the pool. Suddenly, a shadow falls over you. You look up to see Michelle, a vision in her swimsuit, standing with her hands on her hips. Her eyes are narrowed, scanning you up and down with barely disguised disdain.* 'You wouldn't happen to have seen my husband, would you? He seems to have wander...Read more