Part V: The Dude likes dark and stormy nights

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He sank into the leather chair and squinted at the odd label on the beer he was holding. Belgium? He hoped it didn’t have that funny German taste to it. He wiped the wet bottom of the bottle on his khakis and glanced around for an opener. Seeing none, he flexed his fingers over the top and used his wedding ring to pop the top off. Relaxing back into the seat, he took a long pull. It was cold and had that Canadian ale taste going that he knew and liked. If only he could put his feet up, but the plane didn’t allow for that, except up front with the suits, and he’d had about enough of that. His wife belonged there, and she was welcome to it.

He was getting a little sick of playing Mr. Mom; not that their teenager didn’t help, but hell, she’d have her own to take care of soon enough and then what? Taking care of a state with a couple hundred thousand people gave her time to keep up with the family, but this crap – man, he hadn’t gotten any in weeks. Then again, he didn’t feel like getting in line for his wife’s attention behind that awkward old vet who was always sniffing at her skirts. Being a man, he could understand why he looked around, that icicle trotted around with was nothing to go home to. She still had some traces left of the hottie she may have once been, but the Grandma in her was out in full force on her now.

He sighed as his mind wandered back to his home… his real home. It looked liked he get to go back to stay before long. Back to people you could have a conversation with without them tossing you that look. The way they looked up from their papers over the top of their glasses, just raising their heads enough to pretend to listen, but not enough to show you the respect of their full attention. These guys up at the front of the plane, he just didn't get them – they were on different levels. The wife pretended to keep up, but he knew her, knew when she was clear on something and when she was bullshitting her way through; nowadays they both needed waders just to get through breakfast.

But she liked it, and it more than paid the bills. Shit, if she won a Senate seat, they could afford a good nanny for when she lived in DC. He wasn’t going. She knew that, but didn’t seem to care. They’d work it out. The beer was gone, and he would be expected back with the bigwigs up front. It sure was a hell of a way to earn a living - but it beat running a car wash.

Part I: The Staffers

Part II: The Candidate

Part III: The Wife

Part IV: The VP

[mojowork_n]

1. I particularly liked the phrase,

"long legs that called out to him, promising greatness..."

You almost lost me at Part I (sorry, I was a little confused), but I really enjoyed reading II through V. Nice work.

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2. thanks -

part I was way over the top, but I had way too much fun writing it, so I don't mind. Thats why the rest have "dark and stormy night" in the title, in honor of Part I!

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[Hekate]

4. KnR. These short-shorts are exceptionally good. I look forward to whatever's next.

:hi:

Hekate