Brett Kavanaugh smiled as he sat down in the adjacent waiting room just before the confirmational hearings for his Supreme Court seat would begin. Content and self secure he took a sip of the latte that one of his lackey’s had fetched for him from the Starbucks across the street. An attendant opened the door on the far side of the room and told the judge that they would be ready for him a few minutes. Asked if he needed anything, Brett smiled and said no thank you.
Brett closed his eyes and began to meditate on the last bit pornography that he had watched earlier this morning before leaving the house. Brett’s wife Ashely had already left the house, having kissed her husband on the forehead and wishing him good luck. Her lesbian lover had texted her that morning and insisted that they meet at the IHOP before going to their usual spot where they would scissor into the early afternoon before Ashely had to help at the church.