Samson and Barbie

The election results weren't going well. They'd blame it on anything they could of course -- woke mobs, the indoctrinated youth, the radical left, a rigged voting process. But Barbie knew the truth. They lost because Bill wasn't a winner. And she couldn't countenance a loser.

"I'll be heading home tomorrow," Barbie told Bill curtly.

"But ... we still have a chance, we just need to fight like hell," Bill said. Barbie rolled her eyes.

"I've heard and seen that dance before darling. Goodbye."

***

It was an early snow near Santa Fe. Samson could see his breath in the air, as he walked down the street. Barbie held his hand, and the open intimacy was different.

"I grew up here, you know," Barbie said.

"Oh? Always thought you were Texan through and through," Samson said, surprised.

"Yeah. John changed everything about me. I grew up here, lil Carrie Hall, a pretty brunette with a weak white boy nipping at her heels."

"Wow," Samson said. "Do you miss Carrie?"

"Sometimes," Barbie said. "But John gave me a life. A place. Something to live for. Something to strive for."

"And what does the future hold for Barbie now?"

"I'm out of politics, baby. I just want to have someplace here....near home. My grandpa left me some land. Maybe just me and some hung Black man and see my kids and grandkids sometimes. I miss my oldest daughter. She lives out near San Francisco."

"Well, I thought I'd stick around," Samson said, smiling slyly.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Barbie said, her hand reaching down to squeeze Samson's large cock. "Let's go start our future."