Sounds like you've gotta add that story to the other ones on your home page.
Still, this "stand by her man" stuff comes up often enough that there continues to be a place for retelling it.
Which brings up my second story about the "fabulous twosome/threesome/whatever". This is about Billzo.
The Dem Presidential campaign had picked an empty office building down the street for their headquarters. That meant Billzo would have ample opportunities to visit the commercial district stretching from Wilson Bridge to Fort Belvoir.
Recall that the last time I'd seen him, about 18 years earlier, I was told he was going to be President someday? That's the only time I can recall meeting the guy until one day about Noon I was in my van driving back from lunch at a restaurant just South of the Dem Headquarters, and off in the distance I saw Billzo at the Jerry's Pizza. He had one of the streetwalkers on US 1 with him and was grabbing a boob while pressing her up against the open door of the black pickup truck he'd borrowed.
Out of the blue he turned and looked at me (in my van) and waved and smiled like he remembered me.
And I'm sure he did.