Vetting

"Oh, you're too kind, Gerald," Elizabeth said with just the right inflection on her tone as she tittered.

"Oh, nonsense," the girthy old Governor said, resting his hand casually on Elizabeth's lower back. She smiled despite it all. "You've got a good name, that Castle name. Pity it is attached to Jones."

"Well, he prefers to call me Miss Castle anyhow," Elizabeth clarified, though not for the reasons Gerald probably thought, Elizabeth wagered, her lips quirking sardonically.

"Excellent, excellent. You know, we have a place in the incoming election for a woman like you. Lieutenant Governor, no real job duties, but I think you'd be good at it." He har-har-hared in his heavy booming voice, and Elizabeth giggled, just as she was meant to.

"Well, Gerald, I'm no politician," Elizabeth demurred. Gerald laughed again, his heavy belly shaking.

"You don't need no experience for a gig like that," he said cheerfully. "You need a good name, with a strong law enforcement patina to it, which you do. You need a good voice. You need a nice round ass and big tits. You need to support me no matter what. It's called the Barbie Putnam affect." Elizabeth remembered her. She was a recent First Lady. Sex positive and monetizing it and gaining voter support with it. She shrugged. She was sure she'd be the biggest cracker now, in Moses's eyes.

"Well, I do have the job requirements then," Elizabeth said, hugging Gerald tightly. "Of course I'll do it for you. I'll keep Moses sidelined during the campaign, but remember I'm his woman."

"Of course, of course," Gerald said, keeping his hand away from that plump ass of hers.