Cameron approached the microphone and spoke. "This is probably the first time in history a British Prime Minister has given an American president a bit of a grilling" he said, and looked up, like a retriever that has just located a wounded duck, for encouragement and reward. But laughter and applause came there none.
US State Department officials were whispering urgently. "What's a grilling, Jack? Is that like a Spit Roasting? Are these pervert Limeys after POTUS's ass?". The President turned his eyes sidewards to the Secretary of State for guidance, but Hillary had built mental walls against thoughts of spilt semen and her eyes were glazed and unresponsive. The Marine guard watched Cameron carefully, prepared to throw his own body between a sodomitical assault and the President's bottom. Obama placed his feet close together and clenched his buttocks. Michelle had read the White House intelligence reports and had memorised the footnotes about "Ryan Giggs" "Dogging" "Teabagging" "Spit Roasting" and the whole panoply of British perversion. She glared at Samantha. A few heavy seconds pregnant with threat and silence passed.