Texas Style

Samson Jones got off the airplane, ducking as he exited. At 6'5 and 220 pounds, he probably should be playing football at some SEC college. He'd gotten a scholarship offer for quarterback in his home state, as a matter of fact. But he'd spurned all that to come to Texas.

As the son of the late governor, Samson's family politics were heavily Democratic, and heavily racial. Personally, he could care less whether someone was a stark raving mad liberal or a conservative. But still, many, including his mother were hurt by his decision to move to Texas and intern for Barbie Putnam.

Barbie had also gotten into politics from a familial connection. Her husband had become a firebrand Texas state politician-turned Govenor-turned President, succeeding in taming a political base, MAGA, from his predecessor that no pundit thought could be focused onto any other politican. And that success was due in no matter to his sexpot of a wife, Barbie. She was 5'7, with large fake breasts, a no-lines tan, a big heavy ass with implants, and a demeanor that conveyed bimbo, but smarter. His intelligence and canny decision making, coupled with her curves and charisma, were a dangerous combination even in Washington DC.

When they had married, Barbie was 25 and John was 50; now she was 57 and her husband was deceased. But she still looked in her 30s, and many viewed her as that generations Jackie O -- a former first lady that men would literally fight over to have as a trophy of their own.

And Samson was hitching his wagon to that complicated legacy, not because he believed it, but because he too was beguiled with the idea of winning over a woman he'd been jerking off to since he could jerk off. Could he finally show Barbie Putnam some Black magic? He grabbed his bags, punching the address for his new employer into the GPS.