THE LONG HAIRED TEENAGER had plugged on his electric guitar. He wore his head-phone when he was composing his tune at the edge of his bed. The abhorrence within his tolerance was at the breaking point, for he was not allowed to play his instrument as loud as he wanted nor permitted to leave the White House and jam with his fellow musician buddies whom he befriended online — but, his angst flowed well into his creative opus with his angry fast fingers playing the rifts...

Gillian was not aware that his blithe 'mother' — Samantha Cory — had entered the room, and was calling for him. She came from behind then and removed the seventeen-year-old Intersexual's headphones.

"Why are you not dressed up, dear? We are having dinner with your grandmother now."

"You go ahead, Mother, I am not coming," he was steadfast and continued his creative oeuvre — Samantha was bothered...

"What's wrong Gillian?"

The boy replied casually while still strumming notes on his Fender. "Nothing, I have just finished five hours of being tutored — and now, I want some alone time. I also hate it too when I am always being surrounded by people."

She knew he was disquiet. "Is something bothering you, tell me."

He sighed — he could trust her with lots of things because since the day he arrived here in Washington DC during Cory's Inauguration — Samantha had always been supportive and caring of all the things that he did and said since...

Gillian told his concern. "I hate staying in the White House, why can't I leave this place and go to college on my own?" Samantha stroked his long hair and she replied. "Please dear, I have lived all my life by not knowing you who you are — I really missed raising you as a child — and that is why I want you to be with me always."

Madeline had kept her promise and returned her 'son' — and it was now her duty to keep the baby chic in the nest always.

But he needed Samantha to see his reasoning...

"Yes Mother, but I have lived here for 4 years ever since I got here — but now, I feel like a damn prisoner. I can't move freely without those Secret Service bitches tailing me — especially that Agent Wolfe — she is really scaring the fuck outta me, Mother!"

Samantha laughed and teased her son. "Language sweetie — you are beginning to sound just like your grandmother."

This provoked him more...

"Please don't compare nor associate me with her — I really despise her — and I know she hates me too. She hates my kind, and she always badmouths about the Intersexuals openly, like I am not even present in the room!"

"Honey, you are stressed, how about I arrange a holiday in Hawaii at our beach-house this weekend — and we both can leave this place for a few days — and that will make you feel better."

He hated when she was into her mother-knows-best mode...

Gillian was now more agitated and placed his guitar down. He was getting scornful...

"You are not listening, I don't want a fucking holiday, Mother — why can't we both move out from the White House, and stay and live a normal life somewhere else?" Samantha sat beside him and she was slightly docile after he had raised his voice...

"Gillian, it will be difficult. You know your grandmother will not let us leave this place."

He had predicted her response too — each time, when it concerned any decision making, Madeline Cory will always be there in disapproving them. He blurted out...

"Then, stop calling her my grandmother — when she is not even your real mother!"

Samantha stood up, ignoring what he had just said. She started walking to the door, replied casually to the boy in the death-metal t-shirt...

"I see you for dinner in 10 minutes, dear — and wear a nice shirt."

*

At a dinner table for eight — only four chairs were occupied. President Cory sat on one end with Lucinda Gates, actively into their conversation — and at the other extremity were Samantha and her son eating quietly. Female butlers were refilling their platters — while Agent Wolfe and another Secret Service member were watching over them dine by the closed door. Madeline was on her fourth gin and tonic and she was listening to Lucinda Gates speaking in discreet.

"...that is the latest to my knowledge of the Mexi-gangs in Ohio. They have executed and beheaded 23 Blacks, and placed their severed heads in a bathtub...

"Our Intel anticipates that the stolen drugs will be distributed among the local Hispanic drug warlords in Columbus. The local PD Strike-force and the DEA will be orchestrating an ambush soon — and hopefully, they will wipe out the Cartel funded local warlord families at their meeting point — before that coke hits the street. If things don't screw up, this will be one of the biggest haul conducted by the DEA in recent years."

Cory nodded while drinking more than her dining, and casually remarking.

"Did you say earlier, that Officer Jensen is one of them leading this operation? If that is so, I know it will not bungle. I still remember her, she is really good in the streets — and I even used her in my 'hero-cop' campaign years ago after I pinned that Combat medal on her."

Cory laughed — recalling her earlier campaigning days while as a senator...

"Well actually Lu, we need more cops like her right here in Washington — with our own street crime wars on the rise — it is really embarrassing to see more women cops dying in the daily bust and raids out there — and I don't know what they teach them at the nondescript Police Academy these days — because all I just see, are statistics of some silly maladroit Keystone Cops cunts, all dying by the dozens every month in the streets."

Lucinda Gates glanced briefly towards Samantha and Gillian who were engaged in their own personal conversation — she propounded a request to Cory, in a discreet hush voice ...

"We can always bring the Kraken members into the police force."

The President declined her suggestion flatly...

"No-no-no, for now, they should strictly remain as our military strategy option — I just want the propriety in the current police force in place — it is time to buckle up with that learning curve, and let the women be competitive and improve. When we can have good cops like Officer Jensen here, I know we can produce more fine ones like her."

"But Maddie, the reason I am saying because, I want you to consider using the Kraken — after I have seen those shemale freaks, who are getting physically bigger and stronger — and these days, our uniformed women forces are less of a match to bring them down."

Cory shook her head in malcontent...

"But our imminent threat that I foresee in the future is not this street wars, but from emerging countries — who are fighting to be the next future superpowers like the Chinese and the Russians. That is why, I need to build the Krakens as a solid full-forced military before my coming reelection — only then, the Kraken will be operational to be fully deployed."

The female butler placed the next glass of gin and the leader of the free nation, she continued speaking aloud after finishing it with a half gulp...

"Let's stop pretending, it is already happening at our borders — can you believe how fucked-up those dumbass Mexicans cunts are over there to have a 17-year-old fucking shemale-dick boy-genius that they picked from their half-baked local Mexican village University — and this, greenhorn teenager is now running as an electoral candidate for the next Mexican Presidential election — can you fucking believe that!!?"

She was getting agitated, and she got even brasher...

"Can you see the implication if that freak gets elected to be President? Soon, every other country will follow pursuit — and more, and more leaders, of other countries, will have dicks between their legs — and fucking history will repeat itself — the world will then return into turmoil and chaos, with wars all over again!" said the inebriated president in the conviction of her ossified dismissive view of the rise of the next virile new species into politics.

"Why can't those stupid women over those countries realize that they don't need any male to run-the-shit in their lives? Those days were long over since the virus came — it was indeed, a fucking blessing that the Medusa Virus gave us a clean-slate by killing those male buffoons — and since then, we the women, have come in power...

"That is why, it is now really repulsive that we are going to see in firsthand, of a species that is even less inferior than a man, that is about to now run a country — what a joke this world will be turning into — when it elects the first a spic shemale — as its next to the President of Taco-Bell Mexico."

Samantha slammed her palm on the table before she spoke to stop the older noxious woman...

"Madeline, that is enough, you are drunk — please be more cultured and sensitive of the things you speak at the dinner table — because your 17-year-old grandson is also present here. This kind of dinner conversation is not even an appropriate matter that you speak as a woman, a grandmother — or even the President of the United States!"

President Cory listened tight-lipped for a second to the interference — before she guffawed out loudly. She finished her gin — and focused on to obfuscate the boy, at the other end of the table instead...

"Are you provoked in any way, Gillian?

"You should not be, because what is spoken here on this table are the plain reality —- and the utmost pragmatic truth of the outside world today — but, in which your simpleton mother always failed to realize that on her own.

"Well, my rock and roll hippie-boy — did you know that during some years back, when your mother was around your age — she was in an unimaginable state of indulging in her own intoxication carefree culture of substance abuse and free sex— it is a blessing too, that the right sperm donor had inserted the right seed into her twat and she now has a white son — instead of a mortifying spic or a picaninny — or even worst, a slant-eyed rice-eating gook!"

Gillian dropped his napkin on his half-eaten meal, and he stood up infuriated...

"Enough! Stop it, I don't mind you insulting my kind — but leave my mother out of this!"

He stormed out passing the watchful stares of Agent Wolfe — Samantha called out for him while she paced after her son — Cory laughed out at the family-drama in front of her.

*

The troubled Gillian stepped out into the White House's East-wing balcony and he lit a cigarette. He noticed his mother had followed him. "Darling, are you okay?" She was both sympathetic and compassionate to him — but, the androgynous boy shouted back...

"This is the very reason I did not want to come for dinner, I knew that fucking old hag will deliberately provoke me!"

He blew out a lungful of hatred smoke before he appended...

"We both should leave this place, Mother..."

Samantha took Gillian's cigarette from his fingers, and she smoked.

"I know dear — but even legally, I don't know how — yes, I would like to leave this place too — but Madeline is the damn president of the country — and there is no way to defy her decisions — face it, we are both prisoners here, and let's accept it."

He was still annoyed by the earlier acrimonious encounter, but, the boy did not want to exasperate further with this benevolent gentlewoman — someone, who had been made malleable continuously of the years in therapy and anti-depressant medications till this very day.

Gillian felt her hugging his back for comfort, it silenced his anger.

"Don't think too hard, sweetie — coming earlier from living in a nut-house, (what I am saying), it is not so bad staying here for now — now go to bed dear, you got another big day tomorrow."

She kissed Gillian and left him to retire for the night.

Gillian lighted another cigarette — finally, some alone time for him — gazed at the skylines far away from the White House — somewhere he would rather be right now.

Someone approached Gillian from the back — but he sensed it late — before he could react, a strong hand garroted his throat. The choking Intersexual was dragged, and his back was trusted on the balcony bannister railing — it was a quivering fifty-foot drop down...

Agent Wolfe sneered with her intense look — it got closer to the boy's pulsating face...

"You faggot! What did I say about being disrespecting the last time? You keep forgetting your place in this House!

"Can't you remember, asshole — you are just a fucking paid-actor, whose sole purpose is to keep Ms Samantha company!!? But now look at you, you are getting ahead of yourself, and you think that you are part of the family, hah!

"Remember this, you were a nobody when we found you — so, stop thinking that you are one of the Corys — can you understand me, you hippie-freak — or do you want me to snap, and use your pencil dick to write that on your forehead!!?"

Wolfe rocked the boy's life on the metal railing like a see-saw.

"The next time you get out of hand, and if you ever disrespect the President — I will throw you down, and it will be the end of your pathetic she-fucking life — is that clear, you piece of gender-less shit?"

Agent Wolfe yanked Gillian off from the horizontal railing — and the Intersexual was dropped to the ground. He was grasping hard to breathe...

The trepidation of knowing that he could be targeted to be killed any time if he still remained living in the White House, made him even sicker — he vomited his eaten dinner — while still in vertigo, staring at the Secret Service Head who gracefully slipped away into the dark after her death threat.