Pulling up to my own office, I can see the last sign going up and I give a stoic nod of approval as the bleary-eyed helpers tip their hats in recognition before I disappear inside.
Trying not to look like a guy who’s been out all night sleeping in a car.
People do what they’re paid to do, and these guys sure earned their share of money last night.
The office phone’s flashing with a ton of messages which I play as I grab a quick coffee and some Danish from the refrigerator.
All work and no play by the looks, with a nervous sounding organizer wondering where I am, plus a string of messages from the other candidates who want a meeting this morning to ‘discuss my campaign’.
Not a peep from Mayor Newland, which is interesting because I know he would’ve seen just as much of my face this morning already as I have of his.
I whistle cheerfully as I shave and shower, deliberately keeping my mind above my waist even though I feel my cock throbbing to life when I have uninvited thoughts about Krystal in that gown.
Her heavy chest spilling free from the top as I hitch up the bottom, thrusting two fingers straight into her quivering pussy before she comes hard in my hand which I taste…
“Oh no, you don’t,” I tell myself out loud, quickly rinsing and drying myself, changing into a fresh suit before heading down to the Town Hall.
Almost surprised to see all my signage still up by the time I get there.
Without even noticing either until I get there, I’ve been whistling the whole time.
Something I usually discourage from my own people and something I’ve never done myself.
The sun’s shining, the air is crisp and invigorating with the freshness of the morning.
Hell, even the sky looks bluer, the trees greener.
If I didn’t know any better I’d say I was… in love?
The thought itself makes me feel warm inside like my heart feels like it’s actually bigger somehow.
Fuller.
All of this stays with me, until I get to the inside of the Town hall, and directed by the event’s organizer, I find myself in Mayor Newland’s office.
I expect to see Krystal with him, she’s his right hand in everything after all.
But when I only notice a half dozen men in cheap suits and the Mayor frowning before someone behind me closes the door, I feel all my happiness disappear.
Replaced with that old caveman protective instinct again.
I’m not worried about the tongue-lashing I know is coming about all the signs I had put up.
I don’t care what the other candidates think of me.
I need to know where Krystal is, and I need to know now.
But instead of any of this, we’re all invited to take a seat and after some introductions from Mayor Newland, he pushes a buzzer and a series of carts are wheeled in.
A pretty elaborate looking breakfast with all the trimmings, which the other men seem impressed by.
But I have something else on my mind.
If Krystal’s not here, she must still be home.
So why the fuck do I want to hang around here?
There’s no mention of the signs I’ve had put up, or about the radio ads. Especially nothing mentioned about Krystal or her new dress.
I catch Newland’s eyes a couple of times, but he’s done all this a dozen times. He’s in his Mayor Election mode and he does a pretty good job of hiding his true feelings.
But I know people, and I can read him like an open book.
Once he sees how much I want out, he starts to press the others to quiz me about my policy ideas if I win as Mayor. My plans for the town’s future and its people, its businesses.
Everything I’ve not really even thought about much, winning to be closer to Krystal being my main focus.
But his rouse works, and I’m held up for a good hour and a half fielding questions about my past, present, and future, both as prospective Mayor as well as a general outsider.
Chapter Nine
Krystal
Lack of sleep, hungry from no breakfast, and most of all the shock of dad acting like such a jerk.
I do what any self-respecting girl would do given the current situation.
I start to cry.
The last time I felt anywhere near as bad was back in college. My first month there.
Being the new kid from a small town and a little on the thicker side of things physically, it made me a prime target for the butt of everyone else’s jokes.
Most kids came from the same high school or the same city at least.
Me, I was the outsider and I cried plenty of times, especially those first few months.
The last time I cried were the tears of joy when I finished college, so today is a bad flashback to my early college days made worse because I’m not even there anymore.