Overheard: the 3rd Act in 750 Words
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Overheard: the 3rd Act in 750 Words

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Cam was nervous and slightly irritable as he paced the room.

The evening had started with Cam being unable to park his car in the garage because his wife's poles were scattered across the garage floor. She explained that she had collected the poles from the basement to sort them before donating them and that they were due to be picked up tomorrow. She had signed authentication papers for the poles (sticks, as she called them,) and they were to be auctioned for charity.

Cam tried to tamp down his nerves since there was nothing to be done at this stage; just watch and await the results. He watched as his wife floated around the room, checking on their guests. His wife's beauty and casual elegance, not to mention her taut, muscular ass mesmerized Cam and brought lusty thoughts to mind.

'Got to love athletes,' Cam idly mused as he contemplated his weakness for female athletes.

"Daddy!" His three-year-old daughter ran to Cam and jumped, knowing her daddy would catch her.

"Hi Lizzie-bear," Cam said as he kissed Elizabeth's cheek. "Isn't it past your bedtime?"

"Mommy said I could stay up an' watch the 'lection. Are you going to win, Daddy?"

Cam hugged his daughter to his chest as he responded. "I hope so baby girl. It's looking good so far."

Cam was a favorite in pre-election polling and had received the endorsement of the retiring DA. Cam also had the support of his close friend and local sports hero, Dr. Lee Larkin, the ex-Texas Ranger phenom. Add Cam's reputation for integrity and honesty, and he had an excellent chance of winning the race.

As Cam and Lizzie wandered around the large den, Lizzie had him pause at each trophy and medal hanging from the wall and adorning shelves. Lizzie seldom got to see her mother's awards from this angle, and she wanted to hear the details about each prize. As they paused in front of his wife's Olympic gold medal, Cam described to his daughter how he had not been at the Olympics but had watched it on TV just like millions of other people, and yes, her mother was the most beautiful woman there.

As Lizzie squirmed out of her father's arms, Lee Larkin approached. "Channel 7 just called it for you. Congratulations Mr. District Attorney." Lee stuck out his hand and as Cam grabbed it to shake, Lee pulled him into a one-armed hug as he pounded Cam on the back with his free hand. Lee's wife Sloan, gave Cam a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before wrapping her arms around her husband.

Cam's wife soon joined them and threw her arms around her husband planting kisses over his face.

"I knew you could do it, baby. I'm so proud of you!" Cam kissed her before hugging and lifting her off her feet.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I owe it all to you!"

And that was the truth. So what if he could not park in his garage occasionally?

Cam's mother, Sugar Logan, entered through the kitchen and approached her son, arms extended to draw Cam in for a hug.

"Sorry, I'm late. My meeting ran over." After divorcing Cam's father, Sugar assumed day-to-day operational control of Sugarinc., the company started by her father. Cam hoped Mitch knew the business was thriving under his ex-wife.

"I wish your father was alive to see this," Sugar said.

"Um, Mom... Dad is still alive."

"He's dead to me," Sugar replied. "I just hope that wherever the asshole is, he's seeing your success and knowing he can't be part of it. Why are there poles all over your garage? I could barely walk through the garage to the kitchen."

As Sugar went around the room greeting and hugging everyone that was gathered at the watch party, Cam's wife placed his arm around her waist and moved his hand downward so that it gripped her muscular ass.

As Cam hugged his wife, they both heard and felt the buzzing from their phones, indicating an incoming text. From across the room, they could see Sugar's eyes open wide as she read the message on her phone.

Forty miles away, Kim Boudreaux sneered at her phone after sending the text message.

Fuck Mitch, Cam, and Sugar Logan. And fuck Erin Logan and her gold medal. Fucking Australians.

Kim stared with sinister glee at the outgoing message on her iPhone.

"This is Kim Boudreaux. I have a son, and he's a Logan."

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