Josh enters the hotel room, “Mrs. Bartlet?”
“Josh.” She throws a tube of lube into his hands before the door is even shut.
He knows what this means—she has a need—a need that Jed Bartlet cannot or will not fulfill.
She won’t say another word the entire encounter—he never complains—it makes it less real.
He drops his pants—lies on the bed—prepares himself.
She enters him without a sound—the cold rubber adding an extra shiver to his response.
He releases onto the bedspread—keeping his clothes clean.
She loves the control—and the frustration.