You were the president's son and Arthur was his assistant. He was more like a maid but it didn't really matter too much. You and Arthur really had a connection, though. You two were always together, attached at the hip. There always a sort of sexual tension, though.

The Texan sat there in your bedroom, listening to you tell a long story about your dad going to some fancy island. He listened intently, he found your voice sort of seductive, in a way. It made him want to listen even more.