Chapter 2

Bette Porter, the gorgeous, intelligent, powerful, forty years old woman, the wife of Senator Jay Jackson surrendered herself to the charm of the beautiful, young, and callow, Tina Kennard. Bette knew it was wrong but she couldn’t stop her feeling, the more she spend time with Tina, the greater her love for the young woman become. Bette adored the beautiful blonde.

Bette married her husband at the age of twenty-nine. They have been married for eleven years now.  Bette met her husband when she was a young lawyer working for him, at that times he was the Los Angeles County District Attorney. They have two lovely children, six years old Angelica and ten years old Julian. Bette love her children, nothing make her happier than being a housewife and taking care of her children.     

Her fifty-two years old husband, now Senator, was a great man and a great father. This year he will be up for election, with five months away from Election Day.  His democratic party has been blamed for a recession economy that was merely inherited from the previous administration, eight years under a Republican President. His approval ratings were in the low 34 percent and according to many polls he was behind his opponent, a Tea Party Republican candidate.    

Today he invited several friends over to strategize his political campaign.  Bette sat down after dinner and listened as her husband and his friends talked politics in the living room. “You know they’re killing you with their recent attack ad,” said one of his friends. 

“That ad’s full of misleading and distorted facts,” said Bette defending her husband.

“I don’t understand how you can be so many points behind your opponents when the guy is crazy.  He talked about abolishing the Department of Education, Department of Energy, and so on and yet people just don’t care,” said the other friend.

“People are just angry right now, with the economy recovering slowly, and unemployment rates so high it’s understandable but I know we’ll put through,” said her husband, confident that he can still win.

As the political talk continued Bette excused herself to send her children off to bed. She tugged her son in and kissed him goodnight. Then with Angelica in hands, she picked the drowsy little girl up and carried her off to bed where she proceeded to read to her bedtime story.  Like always, half-way into the story her adorable daughter felt asleep. Bette kissed her lightly on the forehead and left the room.