Debate Night

Elizabeth was curled up next to Abe, watching the first debate between Moses and the incumbent Governor. Abe's fingers were delving into Elizabeth's crack, tickling her pucker, and rubbing across the seldom touched flesh of the interior of her pert ass globes. Elizabeth was gently stroking the large black snake growing in Abe's underwear. She should be there in the audience at the debate, but Moses had a hunting trip scheduled with Douglas and Jamie, the principal at Whitetail Investments, the next day.

From a neutral perspective, she found Moses the better orator, but the incumbent as better substantively. But she also knew Moses was saving the best for last ...

"Any last words, Mister Mayor?" the moderator asked, bored.

"This is a choice for the people of South Carolina," Moses said smoothly. "A choice for an enlightened future, a bright future, a future for every citizen. Or it can be a choice ..." Moses gestured to a cameraman, and a grainy video appeared. It was the evening after Moses's pardon, and the Governor was visibly intoxicated. Everyone watched, transfixed.

"I didn't want to pardon him," the Governor slurred, "but they said it'd be a good idea. But I didn't want to, no way. I think he did it, that f ------ n ------." Elizabeth's big blue eyes went wide, and Abe sat back, satisfied. He'd wondered how Moses would use that clip. He looked at the pale white wife beside him, belly swollen with his babies. The consideration was well worth that clip. They could hear everyone in the crowd gasp, many of them turning on the Governor.

"Or it can be a choice for bigotry and repression," Moses concluded. The moderator looked at the Governor in disbelief.

"Any concluding remarks, Sir?"

"Umm ... don't believe the fake news folks," he started lamely, before ducking out at a chorus of boos.