Parties in Congress by Colette Moody

Author:Colette Moody [Moody, Colette]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, Lesbian
ISBN: 9781602822023
Google: 0MMeQwAACAAJ
Amazon: 1602822026
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2011-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Colleen locked her car as her BlackBerry went off. It was her campaign manager. “Hey, Max. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to call you bright and early and tell you how much I love you.”

“What is it? You sound almost giddy.” Colleen began the walk to her congressional office building as she slipped her keys into her bag.

He cleared his throat. “I know I called you last night after your television appearance to tell you how well I thought you did.”

“Yeah, that was me. You didn’t dream that.”

“But I just wanted to touch base and drop a little fact on you—maybe start your day off with a bang.”

“Okay,” Colleen said slowly. This was decidedly suspicious. Max didn’t usually subscribe to theatrics.

“It’s safe to say that you went over well, based on the sudden influx of donations we’ve received in the last twelve hours.”

“Couldn’t that just be a coincidence?”

“Well, ordinarily, I’d say yes. But considering that the vast majority of them came from out of state, I’m ruling out both kismet and anomalous planetary alignment.”

Colleen stepped into a crosswalk as the light changed. “Huh, well, that’s certainly an unexpected surprise.”

“I haven’t told you how much yet.”

When he didn’t elaborate, she sighed. “Do I need to whisper some secret password first?”

“Nearly four hundred eighty thousand dollars.”

“Holy shit! Are you serious?”

“I’m here at headquarters and it’s still rolling in, Col. You may need to take Tank Guzman up on his invitation to come back. Maybe we can negotiate a nightly spot on his show.”

“I love it when your inner greed comes out, Max.” She entered the building and headed toward her office.

“We’ll call it Bitch Slap, and every night we’ll get a new racist, homophobe, or anti-Semite to come on and say stupid shit. You’ll make them cry and run away, the viewing public gets a warm tingly feeling in their nonny parts—”

“Their what parts? Exactly what kind of feelings are you implying that my appearance evoked in the public, Max?”

“Everyone feels like there’s justice in the world, and at the end you get to say, ‘You’ve just been bitch-slapped!’”

“Are you having a mild stroke, Max? Do you smell almonds?”

He laughed. “You think it’s too much?”

“You’re nothing if not perceptive.”

“How about ‘you’ve just been homo-spanked’?”

Colleen was momentarily incredulous. “I’m sorry, are you trying to name a finishing move for me? Is that what you’re doing here?”

“You say finishing move, I say catchphrase. Whatever works.”

“I may have to homo-spank you if…” As Colleen turned the corner, she saw a group of people assembled outside her office. “Oh, crap.”

“What’s up?” Max asked.

“A whole gaggle of folks is waiting for me here.”

“Friends or foes?”

“Well, I don’t see any pitchforks, but no one’s holding a fruit basket either. I’ll have to call you back later, Max. Wish me luck.”

“Homo-spank them!” he said, just before she ended the call.

Colleen slipped her BlackBerry into its holster like a gunslinger and approached the gathering with trepidation. There looked to be a dozen or so people, most of them young, maybe college age.

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