You know, I'd heard about this kind of thing before but never, and I mean never, did I expect to see it first-hand!
It was voting day and I was on my way to the polling station in my neighborhood. As I approached the building, a local school that was giving up their gymnasium for the occasion, I saw a few people wandering in and out of the building. Some were headed for their cars, others, like me, were walking.
In a back corner of the parking lot there was a white and blue mini-bus with a few people standing around looking very business-like. I noticed one particular woman who seemed to be issuing instructions to a small group of young women. They were all standing on the grass perimeter just a few feet from the front of the bus.
The door to the bus opened and that was the first I noticed it had been closed in the first place. A very attractive girl wearing a blue skirt and white blouse stepped down. She was followed by a man about my age, well into middle age that is, with a shit-eating grin on his face. As he placed both feet on the ground by the door the girl leaned forward and hugged him tightly then whispered into his ear. The man nodded, still grinning widely, and then meandered off to the door leading into the gym.
The girl went to the front of the bus and spoke happily to the small crowd of young girls and the older woman with them. They all cheered and slapped her back in congratulations. The girl smiled broadly, soaking up the positive reinforcement.
It was then that the woman with them directed her gaze at me. Hurriedly she placed her hand on the arm of one of the girls with her. The younger girl looked at me as the woman seemed to be giving her instructions. Then the young girl walked confidently toward me, cutting me off from going into the polling station.
"Hi!" she said happily.
She stood about twenty feet from the door and was grinning at me. Her teeth were breathtakingly white and seemed to glow as she flashed me her smile.
I took the opportunity to look her over. She was probably about twenty, blond and very pretty. She was built like a cheerleader. Her body was lithe and athletic with pert breasts and a well-shaped bum. Dressed in tight white shorts and pull over golf shirt, she looked very tasty.
"Are you on your way to vote?" she asked.
"Yes," I said suspiciously.
"Can I ask who you're going to vote for?" she asked as she closed the distance between us.
"Why?" I said, my spidey senses tingling now.
"I just want to make sure you're going to vote the right way," she said as her grin changed slightly.
If I didn't know better, I would have sworn she was coming on to me.
"What do you mean, the right way?" I asked with a chuckle.
"Did you know the Conservative Party intends to cut social spending?" she asked as she laid a hand lightly on my arm.
"Yes, I did," I said, "That's why I'm voting for them."
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, "You can't do that! There are people who depend on the programs that might be cut!"
I shrugged, as if I didn't care. Truthfully, I didn't.
"Is there anything I could do to make you change your vote?" she asked with a girlish voice.
"I doubt it," I said, chuckling again.
She looked to either side and then leaned in very close to me.
