Miller
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Mandee slid her pantyhose up her naturally hairless leg. Like her private parts, her fingers reeked of nicotine. It was the one thing Mayor Sanders Pemberton disliked about his chain-smoking mistress, even more than her domineering attitude. He wanted to ask her politely to scrub her fingers before she wiped her pubes when she peed, but knew she’d explode with indignation as she did whenever he dared impugn her habits or her sense of self-perfection.
“Have you talked to your mother yet about reallocating the school funds to my project?” Mandee asked, her voice like a probing needle.
“Not yet. I haven’t found the proper opening yet,” replied Sanders, trying to sound nonchalant.
“What do you mean, proper opening? Who needs an opening to speak to their own mother? You’re the goddamned mayor, frcrissakes. Act like you have some authority. Grow a pair.”
Sanders watched Mandee wriggle the pantyhose over her butt. She certainly was a fine looking woman. She wasn’t thin, but was wholesome and fit with solid bone structure and a tight round ass. He’d heard dozens of half-joking fantasies uttered about her at parties and in the local pubs. But none of the lowlifes voicing them had a bat’s chance in hell of ever getting close to her. Above all else, Mandee was a snob.
“It’s complicated,” he said. “You know that.”
“How complicated can it be? She owns a sizable parcel of wasteland that will sky-rocket in value once that road goes through.”
The Pemberton family holdings were the last remaining roadblock to Mandee’s planned development. It was the only tract her cousin had so far had no success acquiring, because there was no chance for an outsider to broach the subject without arousing the old gal’s suspicions. Mandee needed Sanders to do the deed.
“Mother doesn’t see it as wasteland. My father loved to hunt in those woods, and asked her to preserve them on his deathbed. She promised him she would.”
“Promises shmomises,” Mandee snarled. For someone with ice in her veins, she was quick to lose her cool.
“What goddamned good are those woods to anyone?” she continued, “They’re nothing but a habitat for skunks and raccoons and god knows what other filthy animals. Is your mother aware that a boy was killed by a poisonous snake that crawled out of those woods?”
“We don’t know for sure where that snake came from.”
“Oh for crying out loud, Sanders. Just do the civilized thing and help develop those godforsaken woods before you get your ass sued for letting a dangerous area fester. Don’t ask your mother, tell her!”
“Must you be so melodramatic? I’ll talk to her about it. I will.”
“Well, you better do it soon. Unless you want your precious town tied up in expensive litigation. I’m too far into this project to back down now. It’s good for the goddamned town and I’ve been counting on your support. Convince the old lady it’s the right thing to do. The only thing that makes any sense for the town.”
Sanders nodded complacently, but couldn’t bring himself to vocalize agreement to something he didn’t believe in.
Unfortunately he was stuck in a very hard place. He’d let himself be sucked into an affair with Mandee, who despite all her greedy faults was a hell of a fine lay.
His own wife Terry was a dud in the sack. A fine mother, a good companion, but a total stiff between the sheets.
Mandee had sensed his carnal frustration and seduced him and now she owned every curly hair on his testicles.
Even more than he feared his mother’s judgment, he was terrified that Mandee would let slip news of their affair. To do so would end his political reign in Greenville, destroy his happy marriage, and mark him forever as a black sheep in the Pemberton family history.
Once disgraced, he’d be banished from the county. No longer a revered figurehead of the town’s royal family, he’d have to battle in court just to see his kids
20
Mandee slid her pantyhose up her naturally hairless leg. Like her private parts, her fingers reeked of nicotine. It was the one thing Mayor Sanders Pemberton disliked about his chain-smoking mistress, even more than her domineering attitude. He wanted to ask her politely to scrub her fingers before she wiped her pubes when she peed, but knew she’d explode with indignation as she did whenever he dared impugn her habits or her sense of self-perfection.
“Have you talked to your mother yet about reallocating the school funds to my project?” Mandee asked, her voice like a probing needle.
“Not yet. I haven’t found the proper opening yet,” replied Sanders, trying to sound nonchalant.
“What do you mean, proper opening? Who needs an opening to speak to their own mother? You’re the goddamned mayor, frcrissakes. Act like you have some authority. Grow a pair.”
Sanders watched Mandee wriggle the pantyhose over her butt. She certainly was a fine looking woman. She wasn’t thin, but was wholesome and fit with solid bone structure and a tight round ass. He’d heard dozens of half-joking fantasies uttered about her at parties and in the local pubs. But none of the lowlifes voicing them had a bat’s chance in hell of ever getting close to her. Above all else, Mandee was a snob.
“It’s complicated,” he said. “You know that.”
“How complicated can it be? She owns a sizable parcel of wasteland that will sky-rocket in value once that road goes through.”
The Pemberton family holdings were the last remaining roadblock to Mandee’s planned development. It was the only tract her cousin had so far had no success acquiring, because there was no chance for an outsider to broach the subject without arousing the old gal’s suspicions. Mandee needed Sanders to do the deed.
“Mother doesn’t see it as wasteland. My father loved to hunt in those woods, and asked her to preserve them on his deathbed. She promised him she would.”
“Promises shmomises,” Mandee snarled. For someone with ice in her veins, she was quick to lose her cool.
“What goddamned good are those woods to anyone?” she continued, “They’re nothing but a habitat for skunks and raccoons and god knows what other filthy animals. Is your mother aware that a boy was killed by a poisonous snake that crawled out of those woods?”
“We don’t know for sure where that snake came from.”
“Oh for crying out loud, Sanders. Just do the civilized thing and help develop those godforsaken woods before you get your ass sued for letting a dangerous area fester. Don’t ask your mother, tell her!”
“Must you be so melodramatic? I’ll talk to her about it. I will.”
“Well, you better do it soon. Unless you want your precious town tied up in expensive litigation. I’m too far into this project to back down now. It’s good for the goddamned town and I’ve been counting on your support. Convince the old lady it’s the right thing to do. The only thing that makes any sense for the town.”
Sanders nodded complacently, but couldn’t bring himself to vocalize agreement to something he didn’t believe in.
Unfortunately he was stuck in a very hard place. He’d let himself be sucked into an affair with Mandee, who despite all her greedy faults was a hell of a fine lay.
His own wife Terry was a dud in the sack. A fine mother, a good companion, but a total stiff between the sheets.
Mandee had sensed his carnal frustration and seduced him and now she owned every curly hair on his testicles.
Even more than he feared his mother’s judgment, he was terrified that Mandee would let slip news of their affair. To do so would end his political reign in Greenville, destroy his happy marriage, and mark him forever as a black sheep in the Pemberton family history.
Once disgraced, he’d be banished from the county. No longer a revered figurehead of the town’s royal family, he’d have to battle in court just to see his kids
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