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Watching her prepare, Zeus sighed, thinking to himself just how beautiful his wife was and how lucky he was to have her. Despite his unparalleled penchant for chasing other women, and his boundless and unquenchable hunger for an infinite parade of fresh pussy, he truly did love Hera. She was not only gorgeous but unbelievably smart, the only Goddess who could possibly match his power. Stepping up behind her, he covered her eyes with his hands.
"Guess who?" he laughed.
"Stop fucking around Zeus and get ready!" she snapped, and as she spun around to speak her mouth dropped open. Standing in her bedroom, he was definitely NOT ready. Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned to his naval, black board shorts riding low on his hips, and covered in rips and tears, flip flops on his bare feet, he looked more like he was going to a barbecue on the beach rather than a high stakes State dinner. "I certainly HOPE you aren't thinking you can wear THAT tonight!!!"
Laughing, Zeus kissed her neck and prepared to change. He knew it was an important night, and despite his burning desire to skip the whole event, he would play his part properly. He despised the arrogant Egyptians but understood the need for diplomacy, although on that night there was no amount of diplomatic skill on heaven or earth that could have salvaged the dinner.
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