No. (Confrontational Path: BDSM themes)

“Do you like my sign?!” You repeat your words in your mind, mentally kicking yourself for asking such a stupid question. “Idiot, you haven't even ask for her name.”

The pretty auburn jogger takes your question seriously, however, and stepping to your side leans forward to study the sign. This allows you a brief glimpse at her firm well shaped rear as her panty lines become evident. Apparently she likes to run in a thong.

“No, not really.” She straightens up and faces you again.

“Excuse me?” You stammer a bit, surprised by her negative response, as you're still distracted by the thought of her pretty ass and wondering if jogging in a thong is uncomfortable.

“The colors and font are off putting and the slogan sounds like it is from the 1950's.” She bluntly states. “Besides, the Democrats are pretty weak this time around.”

“Hardly.” You quickly respond, as your mind focuses away from the T&A to the importance of your campaign. “Why do you think that?”

“The liberals have really screwed up the state and people want a change. I heard this Hampton is some egghead from the community college and the only person they could find to run.”

“I think he will do quite well come November.” You forcefully state as your eyes lock.

“I doubt it.” She challenges you with a return stare. “I bet he gets spanked pretty hard.”

“Hmpt.” You cross your hands in front of your chest not taking kindly to her dismissive attitude. “Well I have heard the Republicans were so **** they had to conned some cut-throat libertarian businessman with a fancy Ivy League MBA to move into the district. Some carpetbagger called Sam Kendrick.”

Both your brows furrow as icy glares are exchanged.

“I should introduce myself.” You finally break the the silence. “I'm John Hampton.”

Her cold expression doesn't change with your revelation. “My name is Samantha, or Sam, Kendrick.”