The capital of the United States, Washington, D.C.

The full name of this federally administered area is Washington, D.C. (.), and it is in honor of the founding father of the United States, George D.C. Named after Washington and Christopher Columbus, who discovered the New World of America.

As the political center of the United States, it is home to the White House, Congress, the Supreme Court, and most government agencies. The three words Washington represent power and center.

Heading east from Capitol Hill, in Arlington's Getown neighborhood, on the banks of the picturesque Potomac River, stands rows of beautiful little houses. Built in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, these houses are mostly rows of houses, with the occasional detached house. The houses are not very large, and they are much more cramped than the cheesy houses with large mansions, large living rooms, and large bathrooms that have been built in large numbers in the suburbs in recent years, but they are inhabited by a large number of parliamentarians.

And parliamentarians spend more than the average person. The most important of these is the need to maintain housing in the district, and then to have a place to live in Washington, D.C., where most people have to stay for at least three nights, except for those who represent the neighborhoods in Washington, D.C., because Congress meets at least four days a week. Some of the lawmakers who cut the door simply live in their offices, because a three-bedroom house here rents more than $4,000 a month, and people with modest families can't afford it.

Of course, this does not include the current majority party supervisor in the House of Representatives, Republican Congressman Jocelyn? Jocelyn McCuskey. Because of the attention to maintenance. Despite being forty-five years old. Jocelyn's figure is still extremely good. Plump and not bloated, the waist is slender, the skin is still white and shiny, especially a pair of breathtaking light blue eyes, when you look at the past, you can't help but fall into it, can't help it.

And now, Tuesday morning. The boy beside her was already whimpering in obsession, burying his head deep in the tower.

Jocelyn's wonderful ketone body twitched violently, swinging heartily, her hands showed clear blood vessels because of the exertion, and her fingertips inserted into the boy's brown and yellow curls, and it was only after a long time that a low sigh came out of her throat, revealing a bit of hysterical pain, and full of endless satisfaction, and she didn't want to move anymore.

It was a full few tens of seconds before her eyelashes fluttered. Reluctantly opened his eyes, and petted the forehead of the boy who was lying in his arms and gasping heavily.

"Senior. Get Lady Sally up. ”

Lady Sally is an intimate code word between her and the boy Senior, the little ragdoll who accompanied Senior's childhood, and after being completely broken, Jocelyn took the role of Lady Sally and continued to be Senior's spiritual comfort.

When the seventeen-year-old boy with short curly hair and a childish face heard this, he raised his head and shook his head timidly, and looked at her with beautiful royal blue eyes, obviously unwilling to do so, reluctant to get up from this beauty.

"Obedient, baby. It's not early, I'm going to wash up and go to work, and I'll prepare breakfast for you. ”

Jocelyn struggled to get up, kissed him on the forehead, and finally coaxed Senior, wrapped her delicate body in a sheet, and walked out of the boy's bedroom and returned to her room across the hallway, despite the shocking light of the flesh.

Since the death of her husband in a car accident, Jocelyn has been living alone with Senior. For this high-ranking female official, in addition to the intoxicating power, the only thing she values is this baby son with autism. Unable to communicate normally with outsiders, Senior's dependence on Jocelyn since she was a child was extremely strong, and she also enjoyed this feeling very much.

Of course, in the hearts of Jocelyn and Senior, this was nothing more than the affection of staying together, without any guilt or discomfort. But unlike her non-talkative son, Seniore doesn't need to get along with outsiders, and Jocelyn must make sure that this little secret is not known to anyone outside of them. So only at night, when she fell asleep, would she carefully close the doors and windows, go to Senior's room, wake up early in the morning, and return to her side before dawn.

And this little secret has always been well kept, even Fiona, the bodyguard who picks up and drops him up every morning and evening, doesn't know. Obviously, those tight security facilities and bodyguards play a sufficient role as a barrier, and the occasional slightly intimate behavior is also seen as a natural emotional outpouring between mother and child.

But what Jocelyn didn't expect was that there were no absolutes in the world, and occasionally there were always some unimaginable beings who could bypass those tight security guards and get a glimpse of all this.

For example, now, a gray-white spider lying quietly in the corner of the wall, with a body smaller than a fingernail, has no scruples about taking everything in its eyes. If you don't look closely, there's almost no way to spot it. And this little thing, which is difficult to detect with any instrument, has obviously stumbled to get what it needs, piercing through the original strong barrier of Councillor Jocelyn, and seizing the deepest and most important secrets.

A few hundred meters away from this beautiful house, on the banks of the Potomac River, the morning fog has not yet lifted, and even the air exudes a bit of dampness and freshness, which makes people feel refreshed after breathing.

The spider Clyde sat quietly on a bench by the river, gently stroking a white dove in his hand, and this lovely white dove did not dare to move, only trembling, as if sensing the terrifying aura of the unknown creature in front of him.

Clyde had been in Georgetown for a whole week, and after spreading all his children around, he had obviously gotten a lot of tangible things, but none of them were as good as what he had achieved this time.

If you have to get a seat, then Jocelyn? McCasskey is definitely one of the top and most important people on the list. She alone is worth as many Republican congressmen as an entire infantry platoon, and it seems that the boss will be very satisfied with this.

Clyde grinned, bared his somewhat strange teeth, put his sunglasses back on, gently placed the white dove on the bench, scraped the little one's forehead with his fingers, and stood up and walked away calmly.

After he was gone, it was more than a minute before the white dove fluttered its wings, stumbled away, and disappeared into the distant sky. (To be continued......)