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"Sweet baby Jesus," George muttered as he shook his head. "You're like a wet dog on a rainy day back in Texas! You must be miserable wearing those wet clothes. You'd better take those off, too, honey."Kana thought his request was a little strange; maybe it was normal for Americans, though, she figured.
"Oh, uh... Thank you for your concern Mr. President, but I'll be fine," Kana pleaded as she wrapped her arms around her chest.
"I insist," he pushed, "My men will take care of your wet clothes. Just take off your shirt and pants. It'll be fine, I insist."Kana was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "No, no, I'm fine," she politely denied his request again.George's playful look on his face transformed to a lecherous scowl. He stared at Kana and sternly told her, "Take off your clothes."
Kana didn't want any trouble. She figured she'd be home soon, anyways. Her pink, "I AM BOSS" t-shirt stuck to her back as she forced it off, revealing her slender waist and modest breasts. George began to smile again. She unbuttoned her jeans, and George leaned forward in his seat as she rolled her pants off her firm, white legs.