Friday, May 15, 2009

The Morning After

He opened his eyes and stretched his whole body across the bed. The smell of coffee was in the air. He looked over and saw a steaming mug on the nightstand. He smiled; she was so good to him. He sat up in bed and grabbed the cup of coffee, inhaled its rich aroma and took a sip. It was still warm. He looked over at her sitting at the desk briskly typing on the computer keyboard.

“Good morning” she said, without looking up.

“Good morning to you” he replied with a smile.

After a few more pecks at the keyboard and a couple of clicks with the mouse, she stood from the desk and walked over to the bed. She was wearing the short satin robe he had purchased from Joyce’s Touch of Class. No special occasion, just because he loved her. He watched her every move. The robe hung low off her left shoulder, exposing her soft, supple skin. She noticed and gave a demure smile.

“Thanks for last night” he said.

“Oh, thank you” she said, sliding into bed with him. She snuggled up beside him and laid her head on his shoulder. “I was just answering a few congratulatory emails. Were you feeling vigorous last night?”

“I’ll admit I was feeling great,” he answered.

“I’m very proud of you, Mister Mayor,” she said while running her hand across his massive chest. She traced her fingertips lightly around the outline of his pectoral muscles, over to his arm, where she squeezed his hard bicep, breathing deep the musk of masculinity.

“Thanks baby. I am ready to start today. I slept so well for being so excited. First thing to do is work on the taxes. That is going to completely change Dothan for years to come. Why should our residents pay a sales tax where other states do not? We ARE going to stimulate this economy. I love Dothan.”

“Have I ever told you how important you are to the democratic process?” She asked.

“Hmmm, let me think about that for a moment…only everyday.” He answered.

She giggled, “Oh stop it. Who else in this town listens to their constituents like you do? No one else uses their own lunchtime as a forum for the citizens. No one else has the ideas like yours for reducing taxes. While others are mired in the status quo, you have the wherewithal to make Dothan a better place for the people. Yesterday, sixty seven percent of this city’s voters decided they want a man with a vision.”

“Making Dothan Better For The People” he said sternly, reiterating his campaign slogan.

She looked up at him. He ran his fingers through her hair and gently held her face as he kissed her. “I love you Debra,” he said.

“I love you too, Keith.”