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touch mortgages. All told, a
fifty percent gutting of their tax base was not just something a city could
walk away from unscathed. There were going to be heavy casualties, and David
Dodd’s assertion that Detroit should undertake ‘a return to family values,’ a
stroke of genius in that it clouded the harsh realities while giving drowning
citizens something to cling to. The suggestion that the economy, standard of
living, and quality of life would all bounce back if family values were to
strengthen was a gamble that was bound to pay off to some degree. And Arnold’s
anticipated hat tossing into the ring didn’t do anything to put a damper on the
present mayor’s re-election plans.
    “My brother Daryl feels that my lack of a wife might hurt
me.”
    Marg could feel her temperature rise and her heart thump
like crazy. Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? It was then
and there she realized she was actually over the moon for him. To even consider
marrying a man after dating for only two weeks seemed tenuous at best, even if
she had of known him from way before that. But if he was going to ask her, she
was definitely going to say yes. Hot guys were always plentiful, but hot guys
like Arnold were few and far between. She was determined to keep her marriage
minded fingers continually wrapped around his giant cock until he finally gave
up.
    “Tell me more,” she said, trying to prod him to elaborate.
     He continued. “The fact I was divorced and had no children
will give David’s campaign slogan more traction. Suddenly, I become the target
while he surrounds himself on stage with a wife of thirty years, and six kids
with over twenty grand kids. That gives voters a warm and fuzzy feeling
inside.”
    A strange feeling began to take hold of Marg. He was only
spitting words out without actually bringing her into the picture. She sought
more clarity. “Are you saying that you and I dating might be negative aspect to
your campaign?”
    “Could be,” he answered honestly. “But while dating a single
gal and losing points on the family side, I could score a lot of points with
you on my arm on the racial side. There are definitely more plusses to having a
black woman on my team than on the sidelines.”
    An excitement began to brew within her. She felt like she
was on a roller coaster, one minute in danger of losing him, and the next
becoming an asset to him.
    Still, the clarity was not in focus. She wanted a much clearer
picture of his intentions. “Speaking of race, you do know don’t you, that all
of your current election team is white. Most of those voting will be black. It
makes it seem that you are not even making an effort to-”
    “That’s why I’d like you to take over as my campaign
manager.”
    His words floored her. It wasn’t exactly the marriage
proposal she was day dreaming about, but it was a powerful nudge in the right
direction. She felt she must mean the world to him and have his uttermost
confidence for him to give her such a vital role. Was he serious?
     “Say again?”
     “You heard me hon. I think you should take over as my
campaign manager. My brother Daryl said he would run my campaign but only if I
couldn’t find someone else suitable, but I think you’d be perfect for the job.”
     His words floored her. Could a marriage proposal be far
behind? Or was she just becoming the queen of wishful thinking. At any rate,
she knew she needed to play along. Some men were adamant about doing things in
steps. “Wow. Just like that? You really think I’m qualified?”
     “Actually,” he said, “it will kill two birds with one
stone. It will give visibility to my efforts to represent the black community
and to hear their voices. It will also give us the opportunity to either hide
our relationship, or use it to our advantage. A campaign manager is supposed to
be around her candidate 24/7, mapping out strategy, and so reporters and
everyday people won’t find it strange if you are