Senator

Sitting in the passenger seat of a souped-up smoke-black Escalade Mason Truce reads his iphone (his third one in a month) as Tiny drives them the brief distance from the Lee-Reynolds headquarters to Northwestern Hospital where an anxious Charlayne awaits their arrival.  Every half block or so Tiny nervously glances at his boss through the rear-view mirror, uncertain how he can possibly express his disapproval for yet another of Mason's reckless sexcapades.
"What is it Tiny?"  Mason asks, without looking up from his phone.
"Sir?"  Tiny responds.
"You keep staring back here.  Are we being followed?"
"No, nothing like that boss."
"You look extremely worried - it's making me anxious,"  Mason sighs, placing his phone in the breast pocket of his suit jacket.
"I am very concerned sir,"  Tiny admits, clearing his throat.
"Nadine and I, we have an understanding,"  Mason says, clearly aware of Tiny's disapproval.
"Is it wise sir?"  Tiny asks, mindful of his tone and not wanting to overstep his position.
"Of course it is not wise, but as I said before; we have an understanding going back many years."
"Many years sir?"  Tiny suddenly feels disoriented, his mind quickly assessing all potential ramifications this apparent lurid affair undoubtedly will have on all of them.  "Excuse me sir, but I was unaware of this connection to a Lee-Reynolds immediate family member, your wife's first cousin, no less.  This could present future problems of magnificent proportions sir."
"I'm well aware Tiny, and why are you calling me sir?  It makes me feel old.  I am looking rather haggard as of late.  Perhaps I might consider a botox injection."
Tiny rolls his eyes.  "Nadine Lee Fletcher is the wife of a senator whom is rumored to have presidential ambitions."
"I know Senator Fredrick Fletcher quite well.  In fact I find him completely and utterly despicable, which makes boinking his ice-cold water veined wife all the more enjoyable."
"May I ask where your used condom is?"  Tiny asks as he pulls into the hospital parking lot.
"That's just gross,"  Mason frowns before remembering his forehead wrinkles are getting the best of him. He quickly relaxes his facial muscles.
"I'm certain you left it behind.  Has it ever occurred to you that Lisette might have happened upon your sperm from her first cousin Nadine Lee Fletcher as opposed to high-jacking it from a secure sperm bank as we've previously concluded without solid confirmation?"
Mason Truce opens his mouth to say something clever, only air is all that escapes.

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