Lawn Signs (R)

Matt was trimming the hedges when he saw the U-Haul truck backing into the Mueller driveway and he decided to check out what was going on. He walked across the street just as a blonde haired woman and a teenage boy climbed out the cab.

Matt stared at the woman for a long moment as he approached the yard. "April?"

The woman glanced at the neighbor and smiled. "Oh, hello Mr. McCarthy. How are you?"

"I'm doing okay," he replied. "What's going on?"

"My mom's sick," April reported. "I'm moving back."

"I heard about your Mom," Matt replied. "I was so sorry to hear it. I've been visiting with her."

"She told me," April said with appreciation.

"I haven't seen you in quite a while," Matt commented.

"Yeah, we've been living in South Carolina," she reported. She stepped closer to Matt and lowered her voice. "My marriage fell apart," she sighed.

"Sorry," Matt replied.

"This is my son, Ian," April said, louder. "Ian, this is Mr. McCarthy from across the street."

"Hey," Ian replied and Matt picked up a southern drawl.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," Matt said.

"Did I miss anything?" April joked.

"How long have you been gone?" Matt grinned. "Fifteen years?"

"At least," she admitted.

"I would say a few things have changed," Matt replied.

"I remember your kids," April offered. "How they doing?"

"Good. Both married. Long gone. I live alone."

"Where's Mrs. McCarthy?"

"We divorced a while ago," Matt reported. "She's remarried."

"Oh," April said with surprise. "I guess things have changed!"

"That's life," Matt sighed.

"Your house looks nice," April remarked.

"Yeah, I've been putting a little money into it lately," he said.

"Oh? Did you win the lottery?"

She meant it as a joke, of course, and Matt had to resist the urge to say "Yes".

Matt won 48 million to be exact but his daughter and the local priest were the only ones aware of the news. He invested some of the money and used the rest for philanthropic causes.

"Would you like some help?" Matt asked, gesturing toward the truck.

"You wouldn't mind?" April asked with appreciation. "It's just Ian and me."

"Come on, Ian, let's get the back open," Matt suggested.

"I'm just going to check on Mom," April said as she headed for the house.

Matt nodded and watched her go. April was just a teen when Matt and his young family moved in across the street more than twenty years earlier. She babysat Sheryl and Terry through her high school years but she disappeared soon after graduating and Matt hadn't seen much of her since. She came home for her Dad's funeral several years ago and maybe he saw her once or twice on other occasions but Mrs. Mueller usually took trips to see her daughter in the warmer climate and there wasn't much reason for April to come home.

"How's Grandma?" Ian asked when April returned from the house after a few minutes.

"Okay," April said. "Tired today."

"We'll try not to make a lot of noise moving this stuff in," Matt said.

"Still driving that big rig, I see," April observed, motioning toward Matt's Semi parked in his driveway.

"Yep," Matt replied. "Still driving cross-country."

He could have retired but then what would he do with his life as a divorced middle aged rich guy?

April hadn't brought a lot of furniture from South Carolina. The truck was mostly full of boxes of clothes, books, photos, and other personal belongings. There was also a couple of television sets and stereo and other electronic equipment, some light fixtures, a dresser, a make up table, Ian's computer desk, and a few other odds and ends. It didn't take all that long to empty the truck.

Mrs. Mueller was lying on the couch in the living room. She had lost some weight and her skin was gray. It was easy to see that she was in declining health. She was only about fifteen years older than Matt who was fifty-four.

"Hi, Carol, how you doing?" Matt asked his long time neighbor.

"I've seen better days," Carol replied.

"Well, hang in there, the Calvary's here now," Matt joked.

When they emptied the truck and finished moving in the stuff, Matt followed April in his car to the truck drop off place and he gave her a ride back to the house.

"I'm sorry you've had to come home under such sad circumstances," he told her as he drove her home.

"I never thought I'd move back," April admitted with a sigh. "I loved South Carolina and my life there."

"What happened?"

"Oh, my husband lost his job a couple of years ago and that really started putting stress on our marriage," she sighed. "I just couldn't take it anymore and when I found out my mom wasn't doing well I decided it was time to get out."

"What are you going to do?"

"An old high school friend got me a job at Hazel's Beauty Shoppe," She said. "That's what I was doing down there."

"What about Ian?"

"He'll have to adjust, I guess," she sighed. "School starts in a few weeks. He's going to be a freshman."

"I'm sure it will work out okay," Matt said but he could tell how haggard and worried April looked.

Matt would see April from time to time. She drove her mother's fifteen year old sedan and she only seemed to leave the house when she went to work. They exchanged pleasantries whenever their paths crossed and Matt made it a point to ask after Mrs. Mueller. He continued to drop in on occasion to further check on her.

One afternoon Matt pulled his big rig into his driveway and was surprised to see April standing in her front yard pounding a political sign into the ground. He walked across the street and stopped a few feet in front of her.

"You're kidding right?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked back.

"April, everybody knows your Mom's been a long time democrat in this town," Matt replied. "School Committee Chair. Selectman. Chairperson of the Blue County Democratic Women's Committee. Hell, I remember you campaigning for her when you were a teenager!"

"Well, I was young and stupid back then," April replied with a shrug. "Besides, this is my sign."

"But it's your mother's yard," Matt replied as he watched her planting the 'Re-elect Scott Brown, U.S. Senate' sign into the dirt. "You can't put that sign out here!"

"Sure I can," April replied innocently.

"Do you really want people to think your mother would vote for that guy?"

"Sure!" April laughed.

"Ted Kennedy is spinning in his grave!" Matt remarked.

She frowned at him. "Are you trying to tell me you're a Democrat?" She seemed disappointed.

He looked at her with surprise. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"It is," she replied knowingly. "I can't believe I'm living across the street from a…..liberal."

"I prefer the word progressive," he said defensively. "And you're living in the same house with a woman who's far more liberal than I could ever hope to be."

"That's why she's a nutcase," April replied.

He looked at her, stunned. "That's not a very nice thing to say about your own mother," he pointed out.

"I converted living in South Carolina," April explained before turning and walking into her house.

That afternoon, Matt stopped by the local Democratic Party Headquarters and picked up a couple of ELIZABETH Warren for U.S. Senate yard signs. When he got home, he planted one in the front yard on behalf of Carol Mueller across the street.

"Hey!" April complained, coming out of her front door. "What do you think you're doing?"

Matt glanced up and saw April standing before him, her hands on her hips. She was wearing white short shorts and a yellow halter top with a dipping V line that caught his attention.

"Equal time," Matt said.

"You're a dick," she decided.

Matt was momentarily taken aback by her frankness. "He was a Republican," he joked when he was able to react.

"I don't think this is very funny," April replied. "I can't believe you'd support Granny."

"You must be supporting Brown because he's a stud then," Matt observed.

"No, I'm supporting him because we need more Republicans from this screwed up liberal state," April replied. She stared at him for a long moment. "How did you ever join the Evil Empire anyway?"

"You mean the Democratic party?" Matt frowned. "Your mother's party? The party that traces its origins to the Anti federalist factions before America's independence from British rule? Organized by Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and other influential opponents of the Federalists?"

"The Republican Party was founded by anti-slavery expansion activists and modernizers. Abraham Lincoln was the first Republican president," April countered.

"Abe Lincoln couldn't get a ticket to watch the Republican Party now," Matt replied. "Besides, the Democratic party has consistently positioned itself to the left of the Republican Party in economic as well as social matters. FDR strongly influenced American liberalism and shaped much of the party's economic agenda. His New Deal changed America for the better. The civil rights movement of the 1960s and continues to inspire the party's liberal principles."

"The Republicans presided over the Civil War and Reconstruction," April informed him. "Today it supports a pro business platform with foundations in economic libertarianism and a brand of social conservatism based on the viewpoints of the Religious Right."

"And those are good things?" Matt wanted to know as they stood on the his front lawn.

"Of course," April replied. "The Republican philosophy is based on a limited influence of government and a dominant foreign policy. It's pro-religion, anti-bureaucracy, pro-military, pro-business and pro-personal responsibility."

"And pro-life," Matt pointed out.

"Nothing wrong with that," April replied. Republicans are considered conservatives fiscally as well as socially."

"Piously so," Matt complained.

"We're pro-business and against the bureaucracy of big government," April stated. "Big government is wasteful and an obstacle to getting things done."

"That attitude is Darwinian in that the strong shall survive and cream rises to the top and to hell with everybody else," Matt rebutted.

"That's because you favor an active role for government like regulations and anti-discrimination laws and higher taxes," she said.

"Which can improve the quality of people's lives and help achieve the larger goals of opportunity and equality," he defended.

"Limited role for government is better for the private sector, businesses and individuals," April said. "It improves economic productivity and helps achieve freedom and self-reliance."

"What about community responsibility and social justice?" Matt wanted to know.

"That's why we have churches," April replied.

Matt glanced toward her house. "Do you have a gun in there?"

"That's none of your business," she said with annoyance. "Please don't tell me you favor more gun control laws."

"I don't think people should be carrying concealed weapons in public places," he said. "I favor legislation to ensure that felons and the mentally ill are not allowed to purchase guns. Nobody who isn't a cop or in the military needs an assault rifle."

"I'm a strong supporter of the Second Amendment," April let him know. "Of all the amendments for that matter."

"Maybe you'd change your mind if your kid got his head blown off getting a Slurpee at the Dairy Mart," Matt replied. "That's what happened to my nephew."

"I'm sorry to hear that," April said with true sympathy. "But guns don't kill people. People kill people."

"And you don't believe in the Roe vs. Wade Supreme Court decision?" He guessed.

"It should be overturned," April revealed. "So should Obama care and the contraception mandate requiring employer-paid health insurance plans to cover contraception."

"Didn't you ever take birth control?" Matt asked.

"That's none of your business either," she huffed.

"Good thing you have a son instead of a daughter," he added.

"I don't want my son getting condoms from the school either," she said.

"Don't you want to be in charge of your own body?" Matt asked.

"I am!" She said.

"You won't be for long if you go with the GOP," he warned.

"Oh, please," she said, waving her hand at him with disgust.

"What about embryonic stem cell research?" He asked.

"I'm against it."

"Gay rights?" Matt wondered. "Equal rights for gay and lesbian couples including the right to get married and adopt children?"

"I believe that marriage should be between a man and a woman so I don't support gay marriage or allowing them to adopt children," she answered.

"You'd probably changed your mind if you found out your kid was gay," Matt suggested.

April gave him a displeased frown.

"I bet you're pro-life and pro-death penalty," Matt said.

"That guy who killed your nephew should get the death penalty," April said.

"Unless it was your kid who did it," Matt pointed out.

"That would never happen," she insisted.

"So, you're for extending the Bush tax cuts for the top one percent?" he wanted to know.

"You probably support progressive taxes and want high income people to pay taxes at a higher rate to pay for public programs," April grumbled. "I support tax cuts for everyone, rich and poor alike."

"Then you support class warfare," Matt rebutted.

"No, you do!" She charged. "Take from the rich to give to the poor like Robin Hood."

"How much does Ian make an hour working his part time job at Fontaine's Family Grocery store?" Matt wondered.

"I'm not sure," April admitted. "But it doesn't seem like enough."

"That's why you should support the minimum wage increases to help workers like him."

"It hurts businesses like Fontaine's," April argued.

"How come you don't have a Romney for President sign?" Matt asked.

"Maybe I'll get one," she threatened angrily.

"And maybe I'll get an Obama Biden one!" Matt grinned.

"What's wrong with Romney?" April wanted to know.

"He's an empty suit," Matt charged. "A guy who will say anything to get elected. The emperor with no clothes only you guys hate Obama so much that you would vote for anybody to get rid of him."

"I wish I could get rid of you!" April seethed as she turned and stormed across the street for her front door.

Matt noticed her swinging hips and backside. He hadn't agreed with a word she said but he could hardly remember any of it because he realized that during the entire conversation he was taken by her beauty.

The Romney sign appeared on April's front lawn the next day and a few hours later Matt had his blue and red Obama and Biden 2012 sign up on his front lawn too! He didn't see much of April in the next few days. He made a truck run to Texas and was gone for more than a week. When he returned, he saw April's son Ian sitting on the front steps of his grandmother's house so he walked across the street to say hello.

"How's it going, Ian?" Matt asked.

"My grandmother's not doing so well," Ian sighed. "I think this might be it."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Matt replied.

"Are you a Socialist?" Ian asked, gesturing toward the Obama sign in Matt's front lawn.

"No and I'm not a communist either," Matt replied.

"Do you love America?" Ian asked.

"Of course," Matt replied.

"Then how can you vote for a guy who hates America?" Ian asked. "Who isn't even from America? A guy who wants us weak and is always apologizing for us?"

"Well, Ian, I don't think any of that is true for one thing," Matt replied.

"Democrats are so stupid," Ian complained. "Obama made more debt than all presidents combined."

"That's not true either," Matt replied.

"How do you know?" Ian asked.

"Because I read the facts and do the research, Ian. You can't just watch Fox news and listen to Rush Limbaugh to get all your information."

"My parents are Republican," Ian said. "They're not wealthy or have extra cash sitting around. They pay on a mortgage and a car. I'm going to go to college on my dime when I can get a class here and there and I'll work full time."

"Good for you."

"I don't want a free ride and I don't want my taxes to go in someone else's pocket," Ian said. "I'll start at the bottom, making minimum wage. As time goes on, I'll gain experience in my job field and became more valuable to employers and I'll begin earning higher wages. Why should I have to surrender a portion of what I earn to someone who thinks they should be entitled to them as well? Everyone starts somewhere, and most of the time it's at the bottom."

"Guess it's a good thing your grandmother took you guys in then," Matt replied before he stepped past Ian and entered the house.

The front door was open and he let himself in just as April was stepping out of the kitchen with two cups of tea in her hand.

"What do you want?" She asked coldly when she saw him.

"How's your mom?"

"She's dying," April replied. "How do you think she's doing?"

"Is there anything I can do?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, get out," April replied.

"Why are you mad at me?" Matt wondered.

She looked at him as if it was news to her. "I'm sorry," she sighed. "I guess I'm mad at everybody these days."

"Coming home was tougher than you thought, huh?"

"I don't like leaving her alone but I can't afford to quit my job either."

"What about home care?" Matt suggested.

"That's pretty expensive," April revealed. "And Mom's insurance doesn't cover it, I discovered. You know, I hate to admit this, but she'd be better off with Medicare and Medicaid right now but her primary private insurance takes precedence and they won't pay for home care."

"It's never a black or white issue, is it?" Matt said.

"Give me a minute," April said before disappearing up the stairs.

Matt took a seat on the couch and April returned a few minutes later with the tea cups still in her hand.

"Mom's sleeping," she said, handing Matt one of the cups. "You have hers."

He accepted the cup and gave her a long look.

"What?" She frowned.

"You look pretty stressed out," he observed.

"I've spent most of my time on the phone for the past two weeks talking with lawyers, doctors, insurance companies and all sorts of other assholes," She said. "I didn't know it could be so complicated. My mother's dying and I've got to jump through hoops to get answers and coverage and all the rest of it. God, I'm beginning to think Obama Care isn't that nuts after all!"

Matt laughed.

"It's not funny," April protested.

"I know it's not," Matt said seriously. "It's just that we've been talking politics ever since you first put that sign up and my personal philosophy has always been that its great in theory to talk about Politics but none of it really matters when reality strikes."

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"That's its great to be for less government and more business until we need the government's help," Matt pointed out. "That we don't want government interfering in our affairs until we realize that we need it in our personal affairs like when there's an illness in the family."

"Well, if I had the money I wouldn't need the government's help," April countered.

"Sure, if you were among the millionaires and billionaires who didn't have to worry about getting your mom some affordable home health care," Matt replied.

She groaned and rubbed her hand through her hair. "This sucks."

"Why didn't you reject your Mom's politics?" Matt asked. "Was it some sort of revolt? Did you do it out of spite or revenge?"

"I guess I was trying to be my own person and find my own way," April admitted with a sigh. "Everybody's Republican in South Carolina, including my husband. I guess I figured if I could reject my mother's philosophies I'd be a better wife to him."

"Your mom helped so many people doing what she did," Matt pointed out.

"I know," April replied, wiping a tear from her eye. "Now I feel like I've betrayed her."

April stood and went to the front door where Ian was still sitting on the steps. "Would you please take those signs off your grandmother's front lawn?" She said to her son.

She turned to Matt and shrugged. "Why would I want to disrespect my mother like that?"

"Politics has ruined more than one family, April," Matt replied.

"My mother never held it against me," April said as she returned to the couch and nearly fell on it. "I used to berate her on the phone about stupid political stuff and she'd just say 'Yes, dear'. And now that she's up there dying, I realize none of that stupid stuff matters."

"I know," Matt said.

"Man, if only I had a million dollars," April sighed.

"Why?" Matt wondered. "What would you do with a million dollars?"

"I'd take my mother to Bermuda," She answered quickly.

"Bermuda?" Matt asked with surprise. "Why Bermuda?"

"It was an episode on ER," April replied. "Dr. Mark Greene has a brain tumor and he decides to die in some sort of paradise. I think my mother would like to die on a beach somewhere."

Matt studied her for a long moment and then smiled. "You know, I'd ask the kids what they would do if they had a million dollars and their answer would change over the years, depending on their moods, their age, their outlook, and their temperament."

"I bet," April smiled.

"Sheryl was much more altruistic than her kid brother insisting she would give a percentage of her winnings to the church and other charities which made me feel good because I told them that plenty of rich people did stupid things with their money."

"But it is their money," April said. "The government does stupid stuff with our money."

"I'd tell the kids the usual clichés about money, like not being able to buy happiness and how plenty of instant millionaires ended up broke or dead after wasting their windfall," Matt said.

April glanced at him. "Why?" She asked. "What would you do if you had a million dollars?"

"You mean besides fix up my house?" Matt smiled.

"My mother says you spent so much money fixing up your house that you'll never be able to sell it because nobody who can afford to live in this neighborhood can afford to buy it!" April remarked with a bemused grin.

"She's probably right," Matt smirked, glancing out the window at his house across the street.

He and his ex had bought it as a fixer upper but never really found the time or money to fix it up and then when his marriage fell apart and she left, Matt had no inclination to do anything with the property. But after he came into the money, he went overboard on the renovations, putting on a new front porch, siding, new windows, a deck on the back of the house, and gutting most of the interior and adding two new rooms and rebuilding the garage that was now bigger than the house itself (He wanted to fit his rig in there!).

"If I had a million dollars….or even 48 million dollars, I would set up a Foundation as well as a legacy, a trust fund, and an endowment for my grandkids," Matt told her. "I'd invest a fair chuck in low risk stocks and bonds as a way of deflecting some of the tax issues and I'd come up with some sort of Foundation."

"What kind of foundation?" April wondered.

"Something to do good work," he answered. "Like your mom did through her politics. It would be a not-for-profit charitable 501(c) corporation qualified as a tax-exempt charity with a simple mission of connecting people in need with the resources to succeed, focus on small-scale needs to give people a chance to succeed in life by a simple act of kindness or charity."

"Yeah, well everybody says that sort of stuff," April complained. "But then when they get the money they forget everything they said."

"That's because money changes people," Matt replied.

"Do you think it would change you?" April asked.

"I would hope it would make me more giving and open," Matt answered. "That I would enjoy performing random acts of kindness by playing it forward," he said.

"Boy, are you the dreamer!" April laughed.

"I guess," Matt replied with a knowing smile as he stood. "Give your mom my best."

Matt left the house, nearly tripping over Ian who was still sitting on the front steps.

"What did you say to my mom to get her to take the signs down?" Ian asked.

"Nothing," Matt replied as he walked across the street, taking his two political lawn signs down as he passed.

When he got in the house, he called his Sherry Foundation and instructed Betty his Director to cut a check to April Kirkwood for $125,000.


A few days later a teary eyed April was ringing Matt's doorbell. He saw the "Sherry Foundation" logo on the envelope she had in her hand.

"Can you believe this?" She asked, showing Matt the check.

"Gee, now you can take your mom to Bermuda," Matt replied with a smile.

"But what about Ian?" April worried. "He has school."

"I'll watch after him," Matt volunteered.

"You'd do that?" She asked

"Sure," Matt laughed.

"What happened to your lawn signs?" April asked, glancing back at his yard.

"Oh, we don't need to be wearing our politics on our front lawn," he grinned.

"How could something like this happen?" April wondered, holding the check up again. "I don't understand any of it."

"Don't you believe in miracles?" Matt asked.

"Not before today," April replied.

"Why don't you come in?" Matt suggested.

April stepped past him into the house. "Do you think I should really take her to Bermuda?"

"Why not?" Matt replied. "If that's what she wants."

Matt led her into the living room and poured her a drink. It was late afternoon so a drink was acceptable. April fell onto his couch, still staring at the check as he handed her the glass.

"Should I quit my job?" She asked.

"If you want," Matt replied. "Now you have some options."

"I don't know what to do," she groaned.

"Should I turn on the news?" Matt asked. "Fox for you?"

"Never mind that crap now, Matt," April said.

He laughed. "Look, you've been given a chance to spend some time with your mom in her time of need," he said. "You can do anything you want for her."

"But this is nothing more than a handout," April complained. "I can't accept it."

"Why not?"

"Because it's not right."

"Who said?"

She groaned and fell back on the couch. "It goes against everything I've believed in for the past fifteen years," she said. "I'm supposed to do it on my own."

"We can't always do it on our own, April," Matt said softly. "Sometimes it's okay to accept help. Take a gift. Ask for assistance when we can't do it ourselves. There's no shame in being helped."

She stared at the check as if it was manna from heaven.

Ian stayed with Matt for nearly six weeks while his mother and grandmother were away. Matt gave him his space, deciding his only responsibility was that the kid got to school, did his homework, ate properly, stayed out of trouble, and came home at night.

The phone call came from April early one afternoon informing Matt that her mom had passed away that morning. He helped her arrange for the body to be flown home and he helped her with the funeral details.

Ian moved back across the street and April returned to her hair dresser job, claiming that was something she enjoyed doing. She still had money left from the 'Bermuda Fund' as she called it and from her mother's estate to live comfortably.

April and Matt spent time at each other's house, especially when Ian was busy with his school activities. They might share a meal or a drink and talk. They enjoyed each other's company.

"You know, for a conservative woman, you sure do dress sexy sometimes," Matt grinned one evening as he sat in April's kitchen watching her prepare their meal.

She had on a tight purple sweater with a V neck that highlighted her cleavage and a tight fitting pair of jeans.

"Being conservative doesn't mean you can't be attractive," April laughed. "Besides, I've stopped surfing the political sites and checking out blogs and twitters," she said proudly. "I realized I was getting addicted to some of that stuff and it's just not healthy. It put me at odds with my poor mother and I realized that I really despised you there for a few days too."

"Me?" Matt asked innocently.

"When we started talking politics and all that," she said. "You're a great guy but I was all pissed off because we didn't agree politically. How stupid is that?"
"You have an incredible body," Matt told her
"Thank you," She replied with an appreciative smile as she continued to prepare the meal.
"It's hard not to notice how beautiful and incredibly sexy you are," he grinned.

She turned and looked at him. "Matt, are you coming on to me?" She asked with some surprise.

He shrugged. "I'm not sure," he admitted.

He watched the sway of her ass as she moved around the kitchen with a smirk on her face.

"Are you checking my ass out?" She teased.

"Maybe," he said, surprisingly unembarrassed at being called out.

"I used to be your babysitter you know," she reminded him.

"That was a long time ago," he replied, standing from the chair.

"And plenty has changed," April agreed.
He looked at her and noticed that she was breathing heavy and that she was actually trembling with nervous excitement. He moved closer to her and put his hand on her waist and pulled her to him, leaning in and kissing her. April gladly opened her mouth and slid her tongue into his mouth, moaning softly.
As they kissed, Matt's hand roamed up under her sweater and he found her bra-clad firm breasts with the nipples hard and poking through the fabric. He gave it gentle squeezes and then gently pinched and toyed with her sensitive nipple. She pushed her weight into him and he slid both of his hands down her back and into the back of her pants over the soft smooth flesh of her ass.

"This conservative woman is wearing a thong?" He grinned as he cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks.

"Don't tell Mitt," she giggled.

Her legs were slightly spread as they continued to make out against the kitchen counter. April turned so her back was to the counter and Matt took the opportunity to slide his hand down the front of her pants and over her bare mound were he gently rubbed between her pussy lips.

"A conservative woman shaves down there?" Matt grinned.

"Is that not Christian of me?" she teased.
Her pussy began to get wet as Matt rubbed up and down the slit and found her clit, teasing it with his fingers. Their tongues were now intertwined in each others mouths and Matt used his free hand to pull the sweater off over April's head. One of her bra straps fell down off her arm and on one side and he appreciated her bare breast that he gently toyed with. It was firm and her nipple was large and puffy.

April sighed softly into his mouth as he continued to play with her crotch with her other hand as she spread her legs open further. He could feel that her pussy was cleanly shaven, the skin around it soft and smooth as he gently ran his hand up the slit and soon he gently began to finger fuck her while teasing her clit. She was still moaning softly and kissing him passionately.

"Oh, Mr. McCarthy," she purred with delight as he unfastened her jeans and let them fall to the floor, tugging her thong down with them.

She unsnapped his jeans too and pushed them far enough down his hips to fit her hand inside his underwear, grabbing his now hard cock and stroking it slowly as they stood in the kitchen kissing and masturbating each other. He soon felt a soft little gush of fluid come from her pussy having brought her to orgasm and that made him so excited that he cummed all over her hand.

"Sorry," he said with some embarrassment. "It's been a while."

"It's okay," she smiled. "But we'd better get this cleaned up."

She led him into the downstairs bathroom off the kitchen and turned on the water. Naked, she lifted her hand to her nose and gave a sniff of his cum and then licked it off her hand. After she swallowed it, she washed her hands and motioning for him to wash up too.

He wetted a washcloth and wiped off his dick while she watched with interest before he pulled his underwear and trousers back up.

"Who said Republicans and Democrats couldn't get along?" She remarked with a smile, taking his hand and leading him back to the kitchen, her still naked and he couldn't take his eyes of her beautiful bare butt.

He watched in silence as she slowly redressed and went back to work preparing the meal and it seemed like only a few minutes passed before Ian was coming through the front door, causing Matt and April to exchange knowing smiles.
A few days later, after Matt returned from a short haul with the truck, he heard the front door bell ring. He answered it to find April standing on the front porch.

"Well, hello," he said with a warm smile.

They hadn't seen each other since that evening in the kitchen.

"Did you miss me?" she teased.

"Yes," he said truthfully, stepping back and letting her into the house. "You look great."

"I'm wearing sweats, Matt," she said, rolling her eyes.

"You still look great," he replied. "I got you a present," he said, leading her into the living room.

"You did?" She asked with surprise.

"Ann Coulter was doing a book signing in New Hampshire," he said, picking up a hardcover from the coffee table. "I got her to sign a copy of her latest book for you."

"You actually talked to Ann Coulter!?" She laughed.

"It was hard," Matt confessed. "But I didn't tell her I was from the enemy camp!"
"To my good friend and fan April, Best Wishes, Ann Coulter," She read aloud.
"Ian said you were a big fan of hers."

"Yes she's one of the reasons I love Republican politics," April admitted. "She was a big inspiration to me. How can I ever thank you?"
"Oh I can think of something," Matt replied as he took her into his arms and kissed her on the lips.

She laughed, standing there kissing him back while holding onto the book. Matt reached for the book and tossed it on the couch and April reached up and wrapped her arms around him, both kissing passionately as his hands exploring her body. He felt her breasts and her ass underneath her sweats.

April broke the kiss off and kissed her way down his neck, then down his chest and his stomach. She got on her knees in front of him and grabbed the waist band of the long shorts he was wearing, causing his cock to pop out in front of her. Mesmerized for a moment, April finally reached out with both her hands and gently stroked it up and down. Matt placed his hands on the back of her head and she looked up at him with her sparkling eyes. Her pink lips on her mouth were slightly parted. She licked them with her pink tongue and moved her head closer to his cock.

"Oh, Mr. McCarthy," She whispered. Her mouth was close enough to his cock that he could feel her breath on it.
"I'm guess that sex is the great equalizer in the world of Politics, April," Matt said.

"When's the last time you had a blow job?" She asked.

"It's been a very long time," he confessed. "Is that really something a Conservative Republican woman would do to an over the hill progressive like me?"

"You said it yourself," she said with a smile. "The great equalizer."
April took the head of his dick into her warm wet mouth and Matt felt like he was in heaven as her tongue swirled around his cock. Her mouth and hands were working in a nice steady rhythm up and down his cock. He could hear her breathing and she was making loud slurping sounds.

"God," he moaned.

Now she was stroking him with one hand and her other hand was fondling his balls, her long nails raking his sack. He let out a loud groan as he emptied into her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could and then waited until he was done pulsating before she stood and wiped her mouth.
"Oh God, that was great, April," Matt said when he was able to catch his breath.

"I'm glad," she smiled, grabbing the book and heading out of the house before he even got his shorts up.

Matt's adult daughter Sheryl entered the house a few minutes later. "Hey, Dad, was that April Meuller I just saw leaving?" She asked.

"Yea," Matt confirmed.

"What's she doing over here?" Sheryl wondered.

"She's living in her late mom's old house with her son," Matt replied. "We're neighbors."

"Daddy! She used to be my babysitter!" Sheryl said with wide eyes.

"And she's in her mid-thirties now," Matt replied. "I think the statue of limitations is over."

"Wait a minute," Sheryl said with surprise. "Is there actually something going on between the two of you?"
"Would it matter?" Matt tested her daughter.

"Does she know about the money?" Sheryl needed to know.

"Of course not."

"Then, no, I guess it doesn't matter," she said with uncertainty. "Just be careful, Dad."

"I will, Sweetie," he replied, hoping she didn't sense the sex that had just taken place between him and April. "What brings you this way?"

"Oh, just stopped in to say hello," she replied and they had a nice visit.

Several days later, the phone rang.

"Hello?" Matt answered.

"It's election day." It was April on the other end

"It is," he confirmed.

"Do you want to go vote together?"

He laughed. "That would be great. Why don't you come over? I'll drive."


April showed up a few minutes later and she seemed rather melancholy as they drove to the high school where the polling place was set up.

"My mother loved this time of year," April sadly reflected. "For the few weeks leading up to Election Day she was all giddy and excited and worked up and involved, a never ending whirlwind of activity and rallies and speeches and campaigning. And then when today came – Election Day – a peaceful calm would overcome her and she would be resolved with the outcome no matter what it was. 'This is how our system works, April,' she would tell me. "One vote per person. Everybody equal. Everybody with a chance to vote for who they want."

"It's the America way," Matt agreed.

"God I miss her," April sighed. "I miss those great old days of excitement and passion and conviction and dedication. She lived for Politics."

"And here we are carrying on the tradition and the process," Matt replied. "It's all good."

"I can't convince you to change your mind about who to vote for?" April asked with raised eyebrows as they pulled into the high school parking lot.

"Why would you want to?" He asked. "I respect your right to vote for who you want. I hope you'll do the same for me."

"I will," she resolved as they climbed out of the car.

"Come on," he urged, taking her hand in his. "Let's go vote."

She squeezed his hand as they walked toward the school, past the Republican candidate and committee booths and the Democratic candidate and committee booths. Several local politicians and their supporters were standing around with signs and banners, greeting people and offering donuts.

"My mom would be standing right over there if she was still here," April sighed sadly pointing at one of the Democratic booths.

"I'd probably be standing with her," Matt commented.

"Me too," April smiled warmly.

They entered the gym and signed in, each taking their ballots and going to separate voting booths. Matt looked at April and smiled before he leaned in to cast his ballot.

He waited for her at the checkout station and took her hand again as they walked toward the exit.

"Good luck," he told her.

"You too," she said back.

They were quiet during the ride home and when Matt pulled the car into the driveway April climbed out of the vehicle and headed for the kitchen door.

"You're staying?" He asked.

"Aren't you nervous about the results?"

"We're not going to know about most of the national stuff until tonight," Matt reminded her.
"I guess" she sighed. "Do you want to watch the coverage? My mother had the TV on all day."

"No point until the polls start closing," Matt replied.

"I can't stop thinking about you," Matt said, moving closer to her and putting his arm around her back as they stood in the kitchen. With his other hand, he touched her soft silky hair.
"I've been thinking about you too," she said meekly.
"Do you think it's wrong?" He asked.

"We're both consenting adults," she answered
"From opposite sides of the aisle."
Matt leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips and then he pulled her tight.
"I'm going to make love to you," he whispered and she kissed him more passionately on the lips.

"You've got my vote," she whispered back.

They kissed for several minutes, their hands exploring each other before Matt took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom, pushing her gently onto the bed where she laid flat on her back.
April let him remove her blouse and unhook her bra, allowing her breasts to fall out as he tossed the garment aside and looked at her perfectness. They kissed and Matt alternated from her lips to her neck to her nipples as he gently kissed and licked her tits making her moan softly.
He pulled off her skirt and panties and got between her legs. She looked so beautiful naked on his bed. He pulled his jeans down and took his shirt off as she patiently waited and watched. Naked now, he kissed his way back up her beautiful legs and gently pushed them apart.
Her pussy was still clean shaven and he could smell perfume and its musky odor as he gently pushed the labia apart and ran his tongue up and down it, gently licking her. She stiffened when his tongue found her clit.
"Oh yes, right there," she cried out. "It's been a long time since anyone has licked me there."
Matt concentrated his attention to that spot licking and teasing her pussy with his tongue as she began to thrash about in the throes of an orgasm. He planted several soft kisses on her pussy after her orgasm subsided, kissing his way up her stomach to her breasts and then he gently eased his cock into her. He could feel the muscles of her pussy clamp around him and he slowly eased himself in and out of her as they made passionate love, kissing and allowing their mouths to explore each other.
She pulled her legs half way up his back and he was plunging deeply in and out of her as she moaned with passion. She was panting as he pounded her. Her fingernails dug into his back hard as she was brought to a powerful orgasm, her breathing hard and heavy and Matt was fighting hard not to cum.
His hands ran up and down her nice round ass underneath her as she met each of his thrusts by pushing back. She reached up between his legs and rubbed his balls.
"I can't hold it anymore!" Matt screamed as he unloaded into her and she yelled with satisfied delight.

When it was over, he rolled off of her and they held onto each other naked and sweaty, happy and together. He wanted to ask her how what they had been doing the last few weeks squared up with her conservative values and what some of her conservative political brethren might have to say about an unmarried woman having relations with an older man. Would the Catholic politician chide her for using birth control?

Matt believed that what went on in the bedroom was personal and private and he knew April wouldn't want others to know what was going on between them, yet it was her political party that was telling women like April what to do with their bodies and how they were supposed to behave when it came to religious and conservative values. Was she a hypocrite to be fucking him like this?

"What would you do if you had a million dollars?" Matt asked her.

"I'd give it all to you," she replied.

He smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Did you ever hear that old song by Bare Naked ladies?" He asked.

"I am a bare naked lady!" she laughed.

He rolled over on the bed and fiddled with the CD player that was on the bedside table. A song began to play:

If I had a million dollars - if I had a million dollars

Well, I'd buy you a house - I would buy you a house

And if I had a million dollars - if I had a million dollars

I'd buy you furniture for your house - maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman

And if I had a million dollars - if I had a million dollars

Well, I'd buy you a K-Car - a nice Reliant automobile

And if I had a million dollars I'd buy your love

If I had a million dollars

I'd build a tree fort in our yard

If I had a million dollars

You could help, it wouldn't be that hard

If I had a million dollars

Maybe we could put like a little tiny fridge in there somewhere

You know, we could just go up there and hang out. Like open the fridge and stuff. There would already be foods laid out for us, like little pre-wrapped sausages and things, mmm. They have pre-wrapped sausages but they don't have pre-wrapped bacon. Well, can you blame 'em? Uh, yeah!

If I had a million dollars - if I had a million dollars

Well, I'd buy you a fur coat - but not a real fur coat, that's cruel

And if I had a million dollars - if I had a million dollars

Well, I'd buy you an exotic pet - yep, like a llama or an emu

And if I had a million dollars - if I had a million dollars

Well, I'd buy you John Merrick's remains - ooh, all them crazy elephant bones

And if I had a million dollars I'd buy your love

If I had a million dollars

We wouldn't have to walk to the store

If I had a million dollars

We'd take a limousine 'cause it costs more

If I had a million dollars

We wouldn't have to eat Kraft Dinner

But we would eat Kraft Dinner. Of course we would, we'd just eat more. And buy really expensive ketchups with it. That's right, all the fanciest Dijon ketchups! Mmm. Mmm-hmm.

If I had a million dollars - If I had a million dollars

Well, I'd buy you a green dress - but not a real green dress, that's cruel

And if I had a million dollars - if I had a million dollars

Well, I'd buy you some art - a Picasso or a Garfunkel

If I had a million dollars - if I had a million dollars

Well, I'd buy you a monkey - haven't you always wanted a monkey

If I had a million dollars I'd buy your love

If I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars

If I had a million dollars, if I had a million dollars

If I had a million dollars, I'd be rich

"Yes, you would," April replied with the song was over.

"I used to tell the kids that if I had a million dollars, I'd buy an elephant so I'd have a trunk," Matt recalled with a fond grin. "I'd change the line to other quips too."

"I think I remember that now," April said, deep in thought. "I remember that game!"

He smiled and kissed her forehead again. "I'm glad."

"Maybe we can start playing it together," she suggested.

"I'd like that," Matt replied.

"Who do you think is going to win?" She asked after a few quiet moments.

"It doesn't matter, really," Matt replied. "Life goes on. We do this every two and four years. It's the American System. The American Way. Nobody moves to Canada when their candidate loses. The world doesn't end. The democracy goes on. And in four years, we do it all over again."

"You don't mind sleeping with a Republican?" She worried.

"As long as it's you," he replied. "You don't mind sleeping with a Democrat?"

"As long as it's you," she replied.

"Who'd you vote for?" He teased.

"My mother," she said softly.

"Really?" He asked with a grin. "Me too."

She leaned in and kissed him. "You can go ahead and cast your ballot again if you want."

He rolled on top of her. "You've got my vote."