Dee Jeffries stepped out of her car. She looked at her reflection in the side window, making sure that her shoulder length black hair was in order. The 35-year-old, African American woman was beautiful. She had light brown skin, large, dark eyes, and a captivating smile. She was wearing a white blouse and knee-length dark blue skirt that clung to her 36-24-36 body. Her C-cup breasts were prominent. One thing she had learned as a news reporter was how to dress to show off her looks.
Dee had worked as a reporter after graduating college. She worked for one station for two years before moving here at 24, after taking a maternity break when her daughter was born. She began working for a local news station in her new town at 25. Dee handled mostly small stories as the pretty, on-the-scene reporter. She did get a chance a couple years later to fill in as the Sunday late night anchor when one of the other anchors was on maternity leave. She had hoped that would be her break, but the station returned her to reporter only status after the other woman returned to work.
Dee's job at that station came to an end five years ago, after she was covering a national story nearby with a well known reporter from a national network. The man took Dee out for drinks afterwards and they ended up having a brief affair. For Dee, being a single mother who was somewhat sexually actively, this was no big deal. Unfortunately, she did not realize that he was married to one of the popular anchorwomen at the network station. Being that the woman had kept her maiden name it was easy not to know that. But the anchor discovered her husband's affair and divorced him. Of course he was able to move on to another market and continue, but Dee was a small time reporter, and was working for the same network as the woman who's husband she had screwed. While that was never the official reason, the local station decided to part ways with her later that year.
Dee found a job at a local news radio station, and also began a moderately successful weekly podcast discussing regional politics. And that is what led her to her new objective.
Dee had befriended a member of the local board of supervisors and began working with him. A little over a year ago he died unexpectedly and the local party, thanks to the deceased supervisor's wife's support, nominated Dee to fill his seat for the remainder of his term. Dee gladly accepted the position and ran unopposed in a special election. She enjoyed the job, and when the chairman of supervisors announced that he was retiring at the end of his term, Dee decided to run for that position. She especially liked the prospect of the salary and benefits that eclipsed what she had been making in her small-time reporter career. And if she lost she would just complete the supervisor role she was in and consider running for reelection next year.
Dee narrowly won the primary election and was now in a neck and neck race with another female candidate with only a few weeks remaining until Election Day. The polls had her slightly ahead, but that number had been shrinking recently. One thing that hurt her was her single mother status and the continuing stories about her previous affair. While her opponent never mentioned it publicly, Dee was certain that it was brought up privately whenever possible. Being a minority, and a so-called 'home wrecker' was definitely a challenge. Dee had made the decision early on not to date until the race was over just to avoid any public situation where her morals could be brought into question.
Dee looked at the house before her. It belonged to the Reverend/Doctor Michael Carter and his wife Lucy. The Carters had been long-time supporters of both her predecessor, and the retiring supervisor. While she had made inquiries to them, she had not heard anything back. Being two prominent people in the area, with their finger on the pulse of both the religious and political communities, Dee knew that if she could get them to support her that it would help her chances, even this late in the game. And perhaps a sizable donation to her campaign would follow. So she decided to drive over and make a personal visit to see if that would help.
Inside the house, 21-year-old Carol Herbert glanced out the window to see who was in the car that pulled up into the long driveway. He was happy to see that it wasn't the police. Carol was a homely looking white man, with shaggy light-brown hair, and narrow brown eyes. He had a muscular body from working in construction, something he had done since dropping out of high school at 16. "Looks like we got a visitor." He said.
Three men jumped from their seats in the living room and ran over. One was 19-year-old Georgie, who was Carol's cousin. He resembled Carol a lot, but was better looking. With him was his brother, Harry, who was skipping school today to celebrate his 18th birthday. Harry had longer, blond hair and was considerably more attractive than both his brother and cousin. The fourth man was 18-year-old Kent Carter. A petite guy with short brown hair and a narrow mustache. Kent was Harry's friend from high school, who had skipped with him for this little birthday celebration. Kent was the Carter's nephew, and he had the alarm codes to the house. Since the Carters were away on a cruise, he volunteered the use of their house, as long as no one found out about it of course. Carol jimmied the back door open and Kent had quickly disarmed the alarm system. Now the four men were sitting around drinking beer, that Carol had bought, and smoking weed. But now that someone was coming to the door they were all nervous.
"Shit, that's Dee Jeffries, the woman running for chairman of county supervisors," Kent said, "My mom says she's a slut. What the fuck is she doing here?"
"Yeah, I've seen her posters everywhere," Carol said, upon recognizing her, "She's the one they say got fired for fucking everyone."
"I wish she was coming here to fuck me for my birthday." Harry said.
Carol laughed, "You wish anyone would come fuck you, virgin."
Dee rang the doorbell. Carol turned to Kent, "She's already seen us looking out the window so we can't ignore her. Go get rid of her."
Kent reluctantly went to the door. He opened it and said, "Hello."
Dee looked at the short young man and said, "Good morning, I'm Dee Jeffries. Is Michael or Lucy Carter home?"
"No, ma'am, they're on a cruise and won't be back until Monday."
Dee could smell beer on the young man's breath. She could also smell the unmistakable odour of marijuana coming from the house, causing her to become suspicious. "May I ask what you're doing home today, shouldn't you be in school?"
"I don't go to school anymore." He lied.
Dee thought that it would be best to leave and call the police to have them come check out the house to make sure that everything was okay. Sensing that something was wrong, Carol hurried to the door. "Hi, can I help you?"
Dee looked at the homely man in the doorway, "No thanks, I was just looking for the Carter family. I'll come back when they return from their cruise."
Carol stepped closer. "Hey, aren't you Dee Jeffries. It is an honor to meet you." He stuck out his hand in greeting.
Dee instinctively reached out to shake hands with the younger man. When their hands clasped, Carol took a firm grip and jerked her towards him. He used his left hand to grab her elbow l, and Dee was pulled into the house against her will.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" She blurted out as Carol pushed her against the wall, shutting the door in the process.
As she struggled to break free of Carol's grip, Dee grabbed her cell phone and attempted to press the buttons to initiate a 911 call. Seeing the phone, Carol quickly knocked it out of her hand. As it fell to the floor, he used his foot to kick it away. Kent reached down and picked it up, saying, "What the hell are we going to do now?"
"Give me something to tie her hands with." Carol said.
Kent rushed to the storage room and found some twine, which he returned and handed to Carol.
With Georgie and Harry's help, he tied Dee's hands behind her back and shoved her onto the couch.
"You boys are in big trouble." Dee warned.
"Let me see that phone." Carol said.
