Little Faith in the White House

IN THE WHITE HOUSE

By Bob Gabbert

Publisher: Smashwords, Inc.

ISBN: 9780463287705

Copyright

Copyright © 2019 by Bob Gabbert eBooks

All rights reserved, except as permitted under the US Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system, without prior written permission by the publisher.

Publisher: Bob Gabbert eBooks

eBook Edition: April 2019

Characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

About the Book

What if you were Faith Templeton and only stood five feet tall, would you have the courage to challenge the reelection of the President of the United States? What President Thomas J Demwitty finds so insulting is the fact that you’re a woman, you’re tiny, and you’re of the same Party.

According to him, he’s the best President in the history of this country, so who would vote for a tiny woman? The answer is millions of women who are energized by his sexual harassment and insults to women, foul languages that causes mothers to cover ears of children when he speaks. And, his actions as President that are motivated more by financial greed than patriotism.

A chance meeting with President Ronald Reagan when she is 14 years old, sets Faith on her life’s journey toward the White House. The journey leads from tragedy to triumph, from President Ronald Reagan to Thomas J Demwitty.

Table of Contents

Title Page

About the Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Acknowledgement

About the Author

Other Novels by Bob Gabbert

Chapter 1

It was cold on the National Mall, but it didn’t detract from the party atmosphere of the largest crowd to gather in Washington, DC, since the women’s march of January 2017. That crowd was to protest the election of President Thomas J Demwitty, who stole the 2016 election. His friends in the Russian government supplied hackers to plant false stories and steal strategy from the Democrat Party and the nominee, Lillian Denton. In addition, Russian oligarch friends of President Boris Putenkov illegally and secretly supplied money for Demwitty’s campaign and for his personal use. Their action insured them that they would have a friend in the White House. And, they had one for four long years.

This crowd on the Mall was not to protest President Demwitty; it was to celebrate his defeat. This crowd, which extended all the way from the Capitol to the Lincoln Memorial, came to celebrate the inauguration of Governor Faith Templeton as President of the United States.

A light snow had fallen during the night, and a few flakes freckled winter coats, but that didn’t dim their enthusiasm. They saw this day as the fait acompli for four long years of grass roots effort to get women to run for office at every level of government from school boards and city councils to governors and senators, and President of the United States.

During Demwitty’s tenure he rolled back environmental protection laws that were passed by both Democrat and Republican Presidents, but what energized woman the most were the judges. He appointed ultra-conservative judges to the Supreme Court and more than 100 district court and appellate court judges. Judges who began to dilute the Roe v Wade decision. Action by those judges energized women by the tens of thousands to come out in force, not to protest—they did that as well—but to run for political office.

Faith Templeton was not among those energized to enter politics by the tenure of President Demwitty. The direction of her life turned to politics when she was 14 years old. She was a server in Danby’s Café in Scarsdale, New York, when Ronald Reagan and his entourage stopped for lunch during his bid for reelection in 1984.

Most of the people in the four-SUV entourage went into Bob’s Burgers across the street, but President Reagan and Nancy came into Danby’s and sat in a booth with his campaign manager.

When Faith brought menus to their table, she knew who he was, because there was a picture of him on the wall. Good morning Mr and Mrs Reagan, she said cheerfully.

Nancy whispered, You address Ronnie as Mr President or President Reagan, dear.

Reagan looked up at her with his classic grin and said, Hello. What’s your name?

She blushed and replied, Faith Templeton, sir—Mr President.

Reagan, always charming and looking for every vote he could find, asked, How old are you, Faith?

Fourteen, Mr President.

Are your parents going to vote for me?

My father will, but my mother won’t. She’s from a family of staunch Democrats.

I was once a Democrat myself.

Nancy said, We should order and get on to the rally.

Yes, we should. Faith, I think I’ll have a cheese—

He’ll have the Chef Salad with oil and vinegar, Nancy said, interrupting. I’ll have the same.

When Faith brought their orders, she included a piece of apple pie and put it down next to Reagan. She bent down and whispered, I would vote for you if I could.

Thank you. He reached into his jacket pocket and handed her a business card. This is my private number. Give me a call when you turn 16, and I’ll see if we can make you a White House page.

Nancy tugged on his sleeve. He leaned down and she whispered in his ear. He straightened up and said, Nancy tells me that you have to be 18. Tell you what; give me a call when you’re 17, and I’ll see what I can do, because I might not be there in four years, he said, flashing his classic grin.

Faith was so excited that she almost fainted. She clasped the card to her chest and ran into the back of the café and showed the card to Roger Danby. He wants me to be a White House page. Can you believe it?!

When Meredith Faith Templeton was born in Scarsdale, New York, six weeks premature; she only weighed five pounds, 14 ounces, and had to stay in the Natal Care Unit at the hospital for four weeks, before her parents, Meredith Foster and Donald Templeton, could take her home. As they stood watch by her incubator, there was no thought that one day she might become a White House page and certainly not President of the United States. They just wanted her to survive and come home so that they could hold her in their arms and love her.

She did survive of course, but she would forever be a tiny child, tiny teenager, and tiny woman measuring only five-feet tall and 105 pounds. Her small size would be the bane of her existence. In school, she was little Faith, cute little Faith, sweet little Faith, Oh, little Faith, you are just adorable, adults would say. In Scarsdale High School, her nickname was LF for… you guessed it Little Faith. If she were a larger woman, they would have said that she was beautiful, but she never outgrew cute.

Puberty caused her to at last begin to grow as all of her female friends were doing. Soon, she was as tall as most of the boys in her classroom, but she stopped growing at five feet, while other girls continued to grow.

In middle school, her short statue was a benefit, because boys were intimidated by girls taller than they were, so she was asked out a lot. That ended when she entered Scarsdale High School. There, height was like a secret club where everyone was a member but her. She felt lonely and left out.

The one place where Faith excelled was golf. Her father, Donald Templeton, was a very successful Park Avenue attorney, and he knew how important golf was for business contacts. He wanted Faith to join his law firm when she grew up, so he taught her how to play golf when she was 10 years old. He had to get special clubs made for her, but that was no financial burden for the Templeton family. Faith was not born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but it was certainly silver-plated.

Her mother, Meredith Foster Templeton, was also an attorney, but she switched careers when Faith was born. She became a successful interior designer with her own firm, Meredith’s Interior Designs, located in Scarsdale, so she would be close to their child.

Almost every weekend, Templeton took his daughter out to play golf. By the time she entered Scarsdale High School, she had played every one of the many golf courses in Westchester County. She played on the varsity golf team for Scarsdale High School her first year, and was captain the next two years. Her junior and senior years, she won the Mittelmark Invitational Cup at Fenway Golf Club. It was a top tournament for young golfers.

In college, she would improve to be a consistent 12-handicap golfer, which put her among the elite of women golfers in the country. Several sports representatives and others tried to get her to turn pro and go on the LPGA tour, but she wanted to have a political career.

Faith went to summer camp at Camp Tomahawk in the Catskill Mountains for three years. The camp was coed with cabins for eight, six, four, or two people depending on what parents paid. The first year Faith stayed in a six-girl cabin, but the summer when she was 16, for the first time, she stayed in a two-girl cabin. Her cabinmate was Wanda Murray, a state senator’s daughter from Albany. She was a tall and very beautiful blonde girl who made boys pant, especially when she went swimming. Faith stared at her as well, especially when Wanda was dressing or undressing, because Wanda’s bra made Faith’s look like a training bra.

One afternoon it was raining and she and Wanda were alone in their cabin. Faith was feeling sad, so Wanda sat down beside her on the bed and put her arm around Faith’s shoulders. She said softly, I wish I were as pretty as you are.

Faith was surprised, because everyone knew that Wanda was the prettiest girl in camp. She looked at Wanda curiously. You’re beautiful. Everybody knows that.

Unexpectedly, Wanda kissed her on the mouth. New and inexperienced passion shot through Faith’s body like a bolt of lightning. She grabbed Wanda and kissed her back. They locked mouths and wrestled on the bed like long lost lovers. Faith almost swooned when she put her hand on Wanda’s large soft breast. It was even better when Wanda put a hand inside her blouse.

Faith loved swimming and games played at camp, but for the rest of the summer, she couldn’t wait for camp counselors to come by and call for lights out. As soon as their voices faded, she went to Wanda’s bed, or Wanda came to hers. It wasn’t always about sex. Sometimes, they just fell asleep holding each other.

There were camp dances every Saturday evening, and Wanda was almost always the first one to chosen by a boy. Faith sat on the side with the other losers and watched Wanda glide across the floor with a boy shorter than she was. When the dance was over, she and Wanda went back to their cabin. It was easy to know when a boy had gotten Wanda excited, because she did special things to Faith; things that Faith didn’t know people did to each other. By summer’s end, Faith was deeply in love for the first time in her life.

At the last dance of summer camp, the handsomest boy there asked Wanda to dance, but she declined. I promised this dance to someone else. She turned to Faith and took her hand. Faith could barely keep her legs from trembling as Wanda held her close while they danced.

For the first time in her life, Faith told someone, I love you.

Wanda said, I love you too. I’m going to miss you so much.

A camp counselor ruined the moment when she brought a balloon and put it between them to keep them from dancing so close. It didn’t matter, because they had all night—their last night together. It was a night that Faith would remember for the rest of her life, because for the first time, she did to Wanda, what Wanda had been doing to her.

When they departed the next day, Faith cried all the way home on the Short Line bus, and she cried the first several nights they were apart. They promised to write each other, and they did write for a while, but Wanda found a new boyfriend. Her Christmas card that year was the last time Faith ever heard from her.

It would be 20 years, before Faith would see her again, at a political rally. Wanda was divorced, grossly overweight, and had four small children. It didn’t matter, because memories of that summer brought tears to her eyes as she hugged Wanda. No one ever forgets their first love.

Chapter 2

Jim Bower’s family moved in next door to the Templetons when Faith was eight years old. They grew up as best friends, even doing sleepovers when they were kids. By the time they both entered Scarsdale High School, Jim was huge compared to her, and very handsome. He was the star quarterback on the football team, and he had his choice of any girl he wanted.

Faith and he were still friends, but he thought of her as a little sister not to be bothered with. She also thought of him as a brother, but she didn’t understand why their closeness couldn’t continue. One day, she burst into his room without knocking just as she had always done. He was on the bed masturbating. Get out of here, Faith! He shouted and threw a pillow at her. She stood at the door transfixed. Go away! he shouted trying to cover his privates with his hands.

She grinned gleefully and got on the bed beside him.

"Go away, Faith—please!"

I know about boys, Jimmy. Let me see it.

No! Get out!

She slipped her hand in and grabbed it causing it to erupt. He was so embarrassed that he covered his face with both hands. "Go away, Faith! Please… go away."

Wild horses couldn’t have pulled her away. She may have known about boys, but to see a real one in action was a most fascinating experience. She put a finger in the puddles on his stomach and spread it around. She even tasted it. Oh! That’s awful!

He watched her reaction, which she tried to conceal. Are you grossed out? he asked.

No, silly; it’s normal. In fact, I do this all the time with lots of boys.

You do not.

It was becoming erect again. She put her hand on it and began to stroke it. I think it’s… kind of beautiful—so warm.

Faith, please don’t.

It’s just for fun, Jimmy. Enjoy it. Jimmy enjoyed it many times that year.

One day, he asked her, Do you want me to… you know?

No thanks. I’m fine.

She couldn’t tell him about Wanda. He wouldn’t understand. Plus, she had examined her body with a mirror and couldn’t imagine how it could happen. However, that changed as graduation approached.

One day she got on the bed with him, but she didn’t help him as she usually did.

Aren’t you going to do me? he asked.

No. She rolled toward him and put her arm across his chest. Jimmy, I don’t want to be a virgin when I go to college.

What are you talking about?

Have you done it with girls?

None of your business.

Tell me. I’m your best friend. I need to know.

Maybe I have. So, what?

Kiss me, Jimmy.

"No. You’re like my sister."

Jimmy, I… I think I want you to… you know.

Have… sex?

What do you think I’m talking about, stupid?

You’re too little; I’d bust you open.

Don’t call me that! Maybe I’m not as big as other girls, but I can do it! When does your mom get home?

No. I’m too big for you. Have somebody else do it—a little guy.

Faith was a Type-A personality—some would say bossy. When she made up her mind about something important, and this was important—to her, Jim Bower was not going to stop her.

I can’t go to college like this, Jimmy. You’ve got to help me!

I can’t, Faith; you’re a kid.

I’m as old as you are! Jimmy, I want you to be my first.

I’m busy. Go away. He started to put his underwear on.

Faith got off the bed and took her jeans off with her back to him. She slipped her blouse off over her head and moved back. Unhook me.

He fumbled with her bra; she let it fall to the floor and turned around wearing only underwear. He stared at her small breasts. She wanted him to do what Wanda did at camp, so she moved closer. That was all it took.

He almost ripped her underwear trying to get it off of her. She willingly got on the bed and opened her legs not having any idea what it would be like. All she knew was the pleasure she had with Wanda.

Jimmy was excited. He was as inexperienced as she was. He jammed into her causing a horrible pain to shoot through her body. She let out a blood-curdling scream. Jimmy was in the throes of his own passion, so he didn’t stop.

When he realized that he was hurting her, he got off. They both saw blood, and that scared them even more.

Oh, God, Faith! I’m so sorry. Should I call you mom? he asked fearfully.

She was in so much pain that she curled up on his bed.

Don’t get blood on my bed; Mama will find out! He scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom.

Run the shower, she said.

I don’t need—Oh! Sure. Maybe a shower will help, he said, as he took off her socks.

When he helped her into the shower, he said, If you don’t stop bleeding, maybe I should call your mom.

The greatest benefit of the hot shower was relieving some of the stress that Faith had, and that naturally made her felt better.

Looking at her naked body got him excited again. He took off the rest of his clothes and got into the shower with her. She looked up at him and tried to smile. I’m sorry for being such a baby.

I told you it was too big for you. I told you.

Her eyes flashed with anger, because she had been told all of her life that she was too little for this or that. She hit it as hard as she could with her fist and got out of the shower.

He screamed in pain. What’d you do that for?

She turned with hands on hips. "I am not too little!"

He looked at her, and she looked at him. Lust took over and seconds later, they were on the floor, and this time, she actually enjoyed it a little, but then a car came into the driveway outside.

Oh, God! It’s Mama!

Faith was the calm one. You get in the shower. She wrapped a towel around her waist and dashed to the bed and grabbed her clothes and then hid behind the bathroom door.

There was a knock on his bedroom door and then it opened. "Jim, are you… Are you taking a shower?"

I’ll be out in a minute, Mama.

Why is your bed all messed up?

I… I’ll be out in a minute. Go away.

His mother took a long hard look at the bed, but then she shut the door and went back downstairs.

Faith and Jim Bower never became girlfriend and boyfriend, but they did enjoy sex with each other several times after that. It ended when she went away to Columbia University, and he went to Syracuse on a football scholarship.

The day she got the letter of acceptance from Columbia University, Faith took President Reagan’s business card out of a special drawer in her jewelry case and dialed the number.

White House Operator, how may I direct your call?

Oh, I thought this was President Reagan’s private number.

It is his private line, but—who is calling?

My name is Faith Templeton. I met President Reagan when he was running for reelection in Scarsdale, New York. He gave me his card and told me to call him about being a White House page.

You don’t bother the President with such matters. I’ll connect you with Mr Collins. He’s in charge of White House—

"Mr Reagan told me to call him!" she said emphatically.

There was a pause. I’ll see if he’s in. Hold please.

Faith waited so long that she thought the operator had just put her on hold to get rid of her. She was about to hang up, when she heard a click. Hello. Is this the girl who gave me the apple pie?

It is, Mr President. I’m sorry to bother you, but you told me to call when I was 17 and—

I’ve forgotten; what is your name again?

Faith. Faith Templeton.

Ah, yes. Faith, Nancy and I are going to fly out to the ranch tomorrow. Could you be at the White House by… say nine in the morning?

Yes, Mr President. I have my dad’s old airplane. Is there a place to land at the White House?

Oh, no. No one is allowed to fly anywhere near the White House for security reasons. I’ll call Andrews Air Force Base and tell them to let you land there, and I’ll meet you there about ten. Is that all right?

Certainly, sir—Mr President.

Bring enough clothes for the weekend—jeans and work shoes, because I’ve got some wood that needs cutting.

Sir?

At the ranch; we’ll spend the weekend at the ranch. What? Okay. They’re telling me that I have to go to the Sit Room. I’ll see you in the morning. He hung up.

Faith just sat there holding the phone and staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her jaw had dropped open. Then, as if coming out of a trance, she quickly dialed her father’s number in Manhattan.

This is Donald Templeton.

Daddy! You have to take me to Westchester airport really early in the morning. I have to fly to Andrews Air Force Base in Washington, DC, to meet the President! I’m going to his ranch! Can you believe it?!

What are you talking about?!

The President—of the United States! I called him about being a page—I told you I met him.

Yes, but that was… years ago.

"I just talked to him. He wants me to meet him at Andrews Air Force Base in the