Pretty Baby

Olivia stirred in her sleep, forcing herself awake out of a perfect dream she wished she could keep dreaming. Eyes fluttering open, she looked downward to discover why she was having such a dream in the first place.

"Oh my God," Olivia whispered to herself, "not again!"

"I told you, I know who you are," smiled Nancy D'Alesandro, before returning to the business she had started beneath Olivia's pajamas.

"Madame Vice President, please —"

"Begging will get you nowhere, Livvy dear. This will continue as long as I want it to. Unless . . . "

"Yeah," Olivia exhaled, "unless I want my dad to be forced to resign as President."

"That's right pretty baby. Now just relax and enjoy this, will you?"

"I hate this," Olivia thought to herself.

"Just relax, pretty baby. Mmmmm."