It might have sewn things up. Probably if the rain...”“The turnout would have been poor, even without the rock band the other night and the weathe... didn’t make a difference,” Roxie said. “No one’s interested in going out on a Tuesday night to stand in line for a cup of apple cider and listen to a speech.”“I wasn’t going to make a speech,” Cal protested, “just shake hands and explain my positions...”“A customized, personal speech for every person,” Roxie laughed.When she was right, Cal had to. She couldn’t wait until they finished her yard and she would get to see him jerk off out here.“Here you go.” Dennis said, coming back into her yard and handing her another can of beer.“Thanks.” Chelsea said taking a sip.Dennis took a sip from his and then used his shirt to wipe the grim from his face. As he did this, the bottom of his shirt was lifted and the tip of his dick, still poking out of his waist band, was exposed.Chelsea’s eyes popped as she saw this. “Hey there!”“What? Oh shit.. She is a kind, smart, and active woman, adding to the beloved public image of the two of you. However, behind the scenes, your relationship with your wife is tumultuous as she dislikes the demands of your political career and frequently gets jealous when you are talking to a young female staffer on the trail. You ruffle your 10-year old son, Patrick's, hair and place an affectionate arm around your wife and son as cameras flash all around you.Finally, you cannot help but glance at the. " Well, yeah--wait, what do you mean by saying that FNH is being incredibly short-sighted?"I shrugged. "Word is that the kid is all that and then some. Most of the people that Berelson offended through the years--and there have been an unholy number of them--admit that he's one of the leading researchers in his field, and the son is a chip off the old block. FNH just lost one of their top guys, and is in the process of chasing away his potential successor away just to cash in on a few lucrative.