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It was late afternoon on board the yacht ”My Surprise” when we’d both agreed, it’d been too long since we’d had a date together. Dancing close, our hands played and imagined with lover’s signals the many hidden places we’d felt content to stir and dream of finding later.
”I feel very lucky you were free tonight,” I say to my beautiful date, Tina.
”Your sister couldn’t wait for us to leave.”
”She was anxious.”
”We do have a very cute baby.”
”We do.” I kiss Tina’s lips. ”Are you missing her already?”
”A little, aren’t you?”
”Yes, but I’m glad you’re here. Alone.”
”Alone…?” Tina repeats, as if trying to remember its very meaning.
”Hmm…they’ve been times.”
Tina dances closer to whisper.
Smiling at her suggestion, I whisper back, ”I do like you that way.”
She sighs and we dance. ”We’ll miss you if you take this job.”
”Should I turn it down?” I look into her eyes and then, past her. Where the ocean beats relentlessly against the channel walls.
Before she can answer, Barry, our party’s host and owner of the yacht, ”My Surprise” appears at my elbow. ”Bette, they’re calling for us to come below. Tina included.”
”I’d love to, of course.” Tina smiles back.
Barry, Tina and I weave through a boat deck of drinkers and dancers to take the four steps down into the yacht’s stateroom. Waiting on us are three other couples, the marriage equality campaign’s ring leaders.
Introductions are made and Tina and I meet Nancy and Isabelle, Laban and Todd and Barry’s partner, Carey. All of whom, after introducing themselves, added the long official names of their elite law firms.
Sangria in sweating pitches of deep red wait for us. Everyone pours a drink. Everyone is smiling. It’s a beautiful day and Laban says, ”Bette, we’re ready to make you an offer, but we have a few questions.”
”I’m ready when you are.” Relaxing, with my arm around Tina, I lean back in my chair taking in the well appointed stateroom around me.
Laban continues, ”We’re very interested in the fundraising work you’ve done. It’s put you at the top of our list.”
Folding my hands on the table I lean in. ”Everything you sent me I read carefully. Your polling numbers weren’t as high, as I know you would’ve liked them to be heading into Election Day, but the relentless negative media campaign from your opposition killed your growth.”