Note: This was originally released in three parts.
Part 1: Kim
Jerry could see his wife's cheeks turning red with anger. 'Oh no,' he thought. 'Here we go again. And in a crowded restaurant too.'
"This, this, this is why no one should have voted for Bush." Kim's voice grew louder with each word until half the restaurant was turning to stare at her. "That dumb bastard gets to name a supreme court justice."
"Shush, honey," Jerry whispered.
"Don't shush me, Jerry."
"Kim's right," interrupted Melissa. "Say bye bye to a woman's right to choose."
"We should organize a march," yelled Kim, practically rising up out of her seat.
Jerry slid back in his chair. He found his wife very trying at times. They were high school sweethearts and had only dated each other. Kim was a spoiled rich girl who had looked for causes to make her life meaningful. She hadn't become overly radical until she went to college. There she fell in with an activist crowd. He mostly agreed with her views, but didn't think one should get too excited about it or make a scene, especially in a children's restaurant.
There were three couples at the table. Kim and Jerry Anderson were both twenty-five. He worked in a large accounting firm. He had his own office and made good money at least enough that Kim didn't work yet. She'd come out of college with a liberal arts degree that got her nowhere. They were trying to have a baby and if she got pregnant soon, she'd probably become a stay at home mother. Jerry was a typical accountant, skinny, mousy, and nerdy. He was a 98 pound weakling in high school and now seven years later he was a 112 pound weakling
Kim was a pleasant surprise in the looks department. Kim and Jerry were evenly matched in high school, two nerds who found each other. However, after school, contacts had replaced Kim's thick rimmed glasses and her braces came off revealing a dazzling white smile. Kim had nearly shaved her head in college, but let her raven black hair grow long afterwards. She'd also gained the freshman fifteen which had filled out her skinny body, swelling her breasts and putting a sexy curve to her hips. She was so hot now, she rivaled her friend Melissa.
Melissa and Mike were the opposites of Kim and Jerry in high school. Melissa was the buxom blonde, green eyed cheerleader that all male students loved. Mike was the quarterback that always ended with girls like Melissa. They were also in their mid-twenties.
The last couple was Evie and Eddie. Eddie was older, chubby, and balding. He was a successful businessman and local Republican chairman. Evie was Kim and Melissa's age, but had married her older husband because she admired his values. They were both active in church and the sole reason the group was at a children's restaurant. Their two kids, ages 5 and 4, were playing in the plastic ball pool. Evie could have been the hottest woman of the group, but kept her hair up and dressed to cover her body. Everyone knew the incredible figure she covered up because the three couples worked out together (Jerry and Eddie not often). That was how they met and became friends. Both Kim and Melissa were trying to get pregnant and looked to Evie as a role model.
"How about you Evie?" asked Kim loudly. "Ready to march on Washington?"
"Oh no," said Evie calmly. She was used to Kim's diatribes especially when Kim had been drinking. "I'm not marching against my president."
"You're not pro life are you?" asked Melissa.
"Of course I am. I'm a Christian."
Kim appeared like she was about to pull out her own hair. "A woman has the right to do with her body whatever she chooses."
"But we don't, Kimberly. If that were true, prostitution, drugs, and suicide would be legal."
Jerry watched his beautiful wife's cheeks get even redder. Kim wasn't the best debater. Her debate tactic was to point, yell, and call people names. "Fascist!" yelled Kim, pointing her finger at Evie. "If I didn't believe in gun control, I'd shoot that idiot Bush myself."
"Here we go again," groaned Mike, as the manager headed their way.
"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," said the manager.
"I got this one," said Eddie, pulling out a credit card.
Evie stood. She was as calm as ever, but looked smug a having beaten Kim once again. "I'll gather up the children. We've got to cash in their tickets."
"I'm serious," said Melissa to Kim. "We should march."
As the group left, they passed Evie with Eddie junior exchanging their tickets. Eddie Jr. pointed at what he wanted. "We'll take the police badge and the handcuffs," said Evie.
"Great! Start the little fascist off early," said Kim passing her.
Jerry hustled his wife out the door when Evie spun around. Evie could take being insulted personally, but she was overprotective when it came to her children. Evie looked like she was ready to slap Kim. "Sorry," he apologized for his wife. Jerry led his drunk wife over to her car. It was easily spotted by the "Arms are for Hugging" and the Kerry/Edwards bumper sticker with the iberman of Gore/Leiberman still sticking out from under it. "I guess I'm driving."
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Kim spun around in the mirror. She pinched her belly, thighs, and ass. "I'll be damned," she said. For the first time in her life, she was completely satisfied with everything she saw.
"No one should look this good," she said staring at the mirror. "Glad my sisters can't see me." Kim was a bit ashamed of her body and the skimpy bikini barely covering it. Her college sisters would have called her a traitor for wearing something this sexy and small. It was her body though, and she should have the right to wear whatever she wanted. Hey, if men can go topless on the beach, women should be allowed to also, but Kim wouldn't go that far. She only wore this particular bikini in her backyard.
Kim planned on making herself a drink, working on her tan all day, and reading a book. There was something to be said for not working. She was on her way downstairs when the phone rang. "Hello," she answered picking it up.
"Kim, it's Evie."
"Evie! I'm so glad you called. I'm sorry about the other night. I just drank too much and..."
"Shut up Kim. I know how you get when you drink. No hard feelings. You got bigger problems. Listen. A secret service agent just left my house. He was asking questions about you."
"Me?"
"Yeah. It seems someone at the restaurant reported you as having threatened the President."
"Oh shit!"
"Oh shit is right. This is serious Kim. You might be in big trouble. He's on his way to talk to you right now. I just wanted to warn you first."
The doorbell rang.
"Shit! I think he's here. Ah thanks for the warning, Evie." Kim hung up the phone and went to answer the door. She opened it a crack. "Yes?" she asked.
"Mrs. Anderson, I'm agent Johnson with the Treasury Department, secret service division." Agent Johnson flashed his badge and identification at her. The agent was a giant black man, bigger and more muscular then Melissa's husband Mike. He was probably twice Kim's age, had a short afro with gray temples, and very dark skin. He wore a dark suit and reflective sunglasses. "May I come in?"
"Of course, Mr. Johnson."
"Agent Johnson, please." Leroy stepped into the house as she opened the door. He was instantly thankful for the glasses when he saw Kim Anderson in the skimpy bikini. His eyes went huge at the sight of her killer body. How he kept his face expressionless, he never knew. Kim was wearing a pure black bikini which stood out against her pale white skin. The top seemed stretched too thin by her D-cup bosom. Round, quarter sized nipples pushed through the material with the actual nipple a hard pointy eraser. The cups probably covered only 25% of her breasts. Bare tit flesh spilled out the sides, underneath, and above the bikini top. Her bottoms were strings too, riding high and tied on the sides of her hips. The patch coverring her crotch was thin and flat indicating a shaved pussy. She turned slightly displaying a firm well-rounded bare ass with the bikini string slipping between her cheeks.
"What can I do for you, Agent Johnson?"
"We've had a complaint about you threatening the President of the United States. I'm here to see if the threat is real or not." Leroy removed his shades and ran his eyes up and down Kim's body.
Kim was immediately uncomfortable. Like many liberal minded people, she was completely condescending towards minorities. She supported equal treatment and affirmative action, but looked down on minorities as incapable of achievement without the aid of caring white people such as herself. Her closeted bigotry rarely cropped up except when she saw interracial couples. She hated the fact that it bothered her, but it always did. "Let me go change," she said. Kim didn't even wear this particular bikini in front of Jerry.
"I'm afraid I can't allow that, Mrs. Anderson."
"What?"
"I'd prefer you remain as you are. It's difficult to conceal a weapon dressed like that and I don't know what kind of weapons you might be hiding upstairs. If I allowed you to change, I would need to watch you dress."
"I'll stay like this then." There was no way Kim was going to allow a black man to see her nude. "Look Agent Johnson, I don't like Bush. I didn't vote for him and he's not my President. That being said, I'm not a terrorist."
"That remains to be determined, Mrs. Anderson. If I deem that you are a serious threat to the safety of the president, I will arrest you and you could spend the next twenty years in prison. If I determine that it was not a serious threat, you could still go to prison for five years. Were you, Kim Anderson, at a local establishment called the Clowning Around Pizzeria and Arcade three nights ago?"
"I was."
"And did you state- keeping in mind I've interviewed several witnesses- that and I quote. "I'm going to buy a gun and shoot President Bush?"
"I did not. I said that if I didn't believe that guns should be banned, I'd buy one and shoot Bush. It was a joke."
"So you admit it. Threatening the President is no joke." Johnson turned to the door and opened it wide.
"Are you leaving?"
"Negative Ma'am. I need to retrieve something from my car. You're to stand in the doorway, put your hands on the back of your head, and don't move." Kim complied while Johnson stepped outside. "And arch your back Mrs. Anderson." Leroy thought her big breasts might make her bikini top burst and fly off when she arched her back. He entered the beat up Buick and retrieved what he wanted. Kim was eyeing the Buick. "Lousy airport rental," he complained. "You may enter your house, ma'am."
"What's that?" she asked, pointing at the item he had retrieved.
"Keep your hands on your head. Now!" Kim leaped to obey the huge black man. "This is a digital video camera. Since I'm operating without a partner, I'll need to video tape our interview so that you can't say I tried to force a confession or anything along those lines. It's to protect you too."
"I understand," Kim said through gritted teeth. She felt color rising to her cheeks. It wasn't from embarrassment at standing half naked before a black man. It was her temper starting to flare up.
Leroy grabbed her elbow and led her into the living room. "It doesn't look like there's a bomb factory here."
"Of course there isn't, idiot. I'm a housewife not a terrorist."
