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For decades Brenda Thaxton had been a fiercely loyal political wife,
putting her husband's ambition above everything else. She thought time
had passed her by, but now she was about to get it all back thanks to
the amazing powers of a man named Frank Becker.
THE POLITICIAN'S WIFE
by BobH
(c) 2019.
- 1 -
What is it with Americans and royalty?
We fought a war to be free of the British crown, yet many of us remain
fascinated by kings and queens, princes and princesses. Now that I was
in her presence I couldn't deny my own fascination with one particular
royal: Diana, Princess of Themyscira. The occasion was a party she was
throwing on behalf of her business manager, Frank Becker, who was also a
hotshot political lobbyist. Since most of those he lobbied were based in
Washington the bash was being held at one of DC's swankiest hotels
rather than at Diana's sprawling Hollywood mansion. Tall, with long,
thick dark hair, Diana was a classic beauty with a body to die for, one
displayed to great effect by the slinky black designer evening gown she
was wearing. Men flocked around her like bees to honey, almost as if
they couldn't help themselves. Watching Diana, seeing her bask in all
that attention, I wondered what knowing you could have any man in a room
would feel like and tried to imagine the confidence that must give you.
Glancing around the ballroom I spotted Frank Becker over by one of the
marble columns. Surprisingly, he was talking not to a politician but to
a pretty young blonde and the huge, hairy, impressively moustachioed man
who had his arm around her shoulders. This was the pro footballer Juan
Vargas and his fiancee Louise Becker, Frank's step-sister. The story as
I understood it was that a few years ago after decades of denying
paternity their father, film producer Samuel J. Becker, had finally
acknowledged Frank as his son. Before handing the business over to his
step-daughter and joining a retirement community, he had come clean and
given Frank a million dollars as compensation for the child support he
never paid. Lucky old Frank.
Slipping on a coat to protect me from the chill January air, I stepped
out onto the small balcony at the rear of the ballroom for a smoke.
Lighting a cigarette I stared out across the city, my gaze coming to
rest on the floodlit Washington Monument. The city was beautiful by day,
but perhaps even more so by night.
"Mind if I join you?" said a mellifluous voice.
I turned and there she was, the princess.
"Not at all," I said, trying not to sound flustered at finding myself in
her presence. She obviously didn't feel the cold because unlike me she
wasn't wearing a coat and it was clear that having the bare shoulders
and cleavage displayed by her gown exposed to the elements was causing
her no discomfort.
Diana took her cigarettes and a gold Cartier lighter from her clutch
purse. I watched closely as she lit up, studying that perfect face and
envying her diamond earrings and choker, jewellery worth more than the
average person earns in a decade. But then when you're as wealthy as she
is you can afford to treat yourself to things like diamonds and the new
Ferrari she's been seen driving recently.
"Mmmm, that's better," she said, smiling as she let the smoke languidly
waft out between her lips to be whisked away by the icy breeze. "You're
Brenda Thaxton, right? Senator Theodore Thaxton's wife?"
"Guilty as charged, your highness. It was good of you to host this
affair for your manager."
"Frank is more than just my manager," said Diana, "he's practically
family."
She took another long drag on her cigarette, and I on mine.
"So, did you duck out to escape all that male attention?"
"Hardly," she chuckled. "For me there's no such thing as too much male
attention. I revel in their worship."
"It's just as well you enjoy it, because with your looks you're going to
get lots of it whether you want it or not."
"Then it's fortunate I do. I love men and they love me."
"So I gather from the celebrity gossip mags."
"Having been given such a gift, don't you think it would be a criminal
waste not to use it?"
"It's not one I'd want," I said. "Teddy and I have been together nearly
half a century now and I've never looked at another man. We're soul
mates, and political partners. We'll be together always."
"Do you have any regrets?"
"Only that it was never the right time to have children, and then it was
too late for me. Children would have been nice."
"I'm sorry," said Diana, sympathetically. "I'm not ready to commit to
one man myself. One day, perhaps, but not yet."
"Pretty slim pickings here when it comes to the sort of good-looking men
you like," I observed. "There's a reason Washington is known as
Hollywood for ugly people."
"True, but yesterday I met a young lawyer from your neck of the woods.
He's very pretty so I invited him along. I'm expecting him to arrive at
any moment."
"John D. Martin?" I said surprised. "I knew he was in town, but he's
married."
"I know," replied Diana, "but few discreet enquiries revealed they have
an open marriage, so he's fair game."
Martin was making noises about standing against Teddy in next year's
election so I filed this tidbit away for possible future use.
"Well, it's been lovely talking with you but I really should go back
inside now," said Diana.
She took a final drag on her cigarette before flicking it out over the
balcony railing. It traced a brief, glowing arc through the darkness
before being extinguished by the snow sixty feet below us. Turning,
Diana strode confidently back inside, five inch heels clicking on the
marble floor.
- 2 -
"This is humiliating!" I said after ten minutes.
"Patience, darlin'," said Teddy, patting my hand. "We're early, and they
*are* still getting organised in there."
"Yes, but being made to wait on benches outside what was your office for
the better part of forty years just grinds my ass."
Returning to the Senate as regular citizens after Teddy's loss to John
D. Martin in the recent election felt strange. Maybe I was being
paranoid, but I couldn't help wondering if our state's new junior
senator was deliberately making us wait as a bit of petty payback for
that time Teddy made a pass at his wife. I'd given my husband an earful
over that. If he had to be a hound dog he should at least try to be
smarter about it. Still, one thing I had to give him was that he'd never
put me in the position of having to be the politician's loyal wife
standing beside him with a fixed smile as he admits to being unfaithful
and promises to be a better husband in future. I remember watching when
it was Hillary Clinton's turn to do that. Despite her smile, I could
tell she was furious with Bill, not so much for his indiscretions but
for getting caught. And I understood. Power is an aphrodisiac, and our
husbands only human. We're disappointed with them when they stray, angry
even, but not enough to let it derail our joint political ambitions.
It's usually only sex, after all. Teddy and I are a team, and we always
will be. No trollop is ever going to change that. Back home it used to
be that the only way for a politician to lose favour with the electorate
was if he was found in bed with a live boy or a dead girl, but times had
changed. You had to be more sensitive about *everything* now.
Teddy and I had met in college, two political animals irresistably drawn
to each other. For four decades Brenda and Theodore 'Teddy' Thaxton had
been a power couple, inseparable and totally committed to each other,
but our time had passed. Now we'd been replaced by the younger, more
glamorous John and Michelle Martin. They were this generation's golden
couple, and already being talked about as a possible future President
and First Lady.
Teddy and I were here to prevent that from happening.
"Sorry I'm late guys," said a new arrival, a young man who shook Teddy's
hand and leaned across him to kiss me on the cheek, "but traffic was
murder and parking even worse."
This was Frank Becker, and we were both enormously relieved to see him.
Without Frank what we planned to do here today would be impossible. He
took the chair on the other side of Teddy and let out a long sigh. I
studied him thoughtfully.
Frank Becker was tall, handsome, and closing in on thirty. He was
wearing a three piece business suit and carrying a briefcase, the
standard uniform of the lobbyists who swarm Washington DC. But Frank's
powers of persuasion were on another level to theirs. He had come out of
nowhere three years ago and quickly become a phenomenon in that field.
What a pity that was all about to end. Still, he was not a poor man and
had his other job as Princess Diana's business manager to fall back on
so he would be OK. Seeing him I couldn't help think back on the party
eighteen months ago where I'd met the princess. She and John Martin had
discreetly slipped away to spend the night together in her suite at the
hotel. He and his wife might have an understanding about such matters
but it was something we could have used against him during the election.
Only we didn't. In fact we deliberately ran a lacklustre campaign beset
with gaffes and revelations of legal but morally dubious financial
transactions on our to ensure that he beat Teddy. Basically, we threw
the election.
And all because of Frank Becker.
The door office opened and a clean-cut young aide emerged.
"The senator and his wife will see you now," he said.
When we entered we found Martin sitting behind the oh so familiar desk,
shirt sleeves rolled up, and her sitting on one edge of it. At thirty
six John was nine years older than Michelle but no one could deny they
were a beautiful and impressive couple. She was a political science
major who paid her way through college by modelling for major fashion
magazines, while he was a star athlete and top of his class in law
school who had interned with a Supreme Court justice before joining a
prestigious law firm.
"Teddy, Brenda, good to see you both, and this must be the hotshot Frank
Becker, I've heard so much about."
"Pleased to meet you, senator," said Frank, offering his hand.
The two shook then John bade us sit in the three chairs arrayed in a
semi-circle in front of the desk.
"I have all the stuff you left behind ready for you to take away," he
said, indicating the boxes next to the chair I'd chosen to sit in.
As luck would have it the large trophy I wanted was sitting in an open
box within easy reach. I picked this up, activated the hidden switch
that caused the bottom of the base to drop open, took out the handgun
inside, and trained it on the Martins.
"Don't call out, don't make any sudden moves, and keep your hands where
I can see them," I said. "The same applies to you, Frank. Now go and
stand next to them."
Members of Congress are allowed to keep firearms within the confines of
their office, so we'd hidden this one in the trophy months earlier. God
bless the second amendment.
"What's the meaning of this?" asked John calmly. "What do you hope to
achieve by it?"
"Everything," said Teddy, "we hope to achieve everything. Now if you
would, Frank, please use your power on Mr and Mrs Martin and instruct
them to remain calm, remain still, and not to say anything unless spoken
to."
Becker looked startled at this, but didn't move.
"That was not a request," said Teddy, coldly. "We're over seventy with
nothing to lose, so don't doubt our resolve. Either you do everything I
tell you to or none of us is leaving this office alive."
With obvious reluctance, Frank placed a hand over John and Michelle's
and did as ordered.
"You will both remain calm, remain still, and not say anything unless
spoken to," he said.
The effect was immediate, the worry on their faces replaced by an almost
serene look.
"Good. Now I need you to swap my mind with the senator's," said Teddy.
Again, that look of startlement and reluctance. I waved the gun at him.
"Do as you're told if you want to live," I said, trying to sound as
menacing as I could.
However much that was was clearly sufficient because Frank took Teddy's
hand, John's hand, then closed his eyes for a few moments. When he
opened them, John raised his hands and stared at them in wonder, while
it was Teddy who now looked serene.
"Teddy?" I said. "Is that really you?"
"It really is, darlin'," he said, patting down his new young body and
laughing, "honest to God it really is! What a trip!"
"Then that only leaves one thing for Frank to do."
"That's right," said Teddy. "Now I need you to transfer those powers of
yours to me."
Again the startled consternation at how much we knew, and the look of
resignation when I waved the gun. He took Teddy's young hand one last
time, briefly closed his eyes, then opened them again.
"It's done," he said, shoulders slumping.
"Hot damn, it surely is!" said Teddy. "I swear I can feel it surgin'
through me. I bet you're dying for me to tell you how I could know about
your powers."
"Of course I am," said Frank.
"Well, why not? But first..."
He took Frank's hand.
"You will remain calm and remain still," he said. "Now go stand next to
the Martins."
I let out a sigh of relief. Everyone was now under our control, which
meant we'd done it, we'd actually done it!
- 3 -
Teddy cleared his throat then, as I was putting the handgun back in the
trophy, he began the tale.
"Over the years I've occasionally had dealings with certain less than
reputable characters. Not long after that shindig that Princess Diana
hosted for you one of them, a Dr Moon, reached out to me. Ah, I see you
know the name. An occasional associate of the criminal Dr Cyber, Moon
had found himself in some difficulty with the authorities and wanted me
to intercede on his behalf. If I did he promised to share information
with me that he claimed could be of great benefit to me. That
information concerned your powers, and how you were using them. I did
some investigating and what he told me looked like it might check out.
So I decided to *really* look into you. What I found was very
intriguing. Not too long ago you were a kid raised in a trailer park who
was earning a living pumping gas. No way you had these powers back then,
so where had they come from? I hired a private investigator to look into
you and he discovered that three and a half years ago you'd met with
multi-millionaire consultant David Graham at a hotel in Des Moines, the
first thing of any interest to ever happen in your dull little life.
Soon afterwards, David Graham checked into a nursing home where he died
of cancer two months later. His wife Natalia inherited his fortune then
embarked on affairs with a number of beautiful young women until finally
settling down with a man ten months ago. She's now heavily pregnant with
their first child. My investigator discovered Natalia was suspected of
killing her first two husbands, something Graham had to have known, so
why marry her? It only makes sense once you know about these powers. He
married her so he could steal her body, ultimately leaving her to die
from his terminal illness. A look into his background showed that like
you he was someone who came out of nowhere, a former soldier turned high
school math teacher who suddenly became a high-priced consultant.
Clearly, these powers were transferable. While I have no idea who passed
them on to David Graham, I *do* know where they originally came from
thanks to a stroke of luck by a team of researchers I assigned the task
of looking into such abilities."
"Looking?" said Frank. "Where?"
"Now, now, that would be telling," chuckled Teddy. "What I will tell you
is you were stronger than you probably realised. Turns out that not only
is it impossible to read the mind of anyone affected by these powers but
no magic or science, be it human or otherwise, can undo anything done
with them. Only the powers are capable of that. Isn't that interesting?"
"I wish I'd known that," said Frank, thinking of all the worry that
could have been avoided early on if he had.
"I thought as much. Of course, your big mistake was using them to swap
your mother's body with Princess Diana's. Don't get me wrong. The new
Diana is a delightfully sexy and uninhibited young beauty, as I learned
when I talked with her at your shindig. She's a big improvement on the
buttoned-up, self-righteous original I once had the misfortune to meet.
I applaud her enthusiastic pursuit of pleasure, the acquisition of
wealth and living a life of luxury. We all love our mommas and want them
to be happy, but that use of the powers brought you to the attention of
Dr Cyber and others. You should have only used them on the down-low and
chosen someone less high-profile for her. Through clever use of the
persuasion power you convinced most of those you needed to that despite
the changes in her life she was the same Princess Diana she had always
been, but you were inevitably going to miss someone you shouldn't have."
"Now that you have them, what do you intend doing with the powers?"
"I should've thought that was obvious. America is the greatest country
in the world, but we don't always get the respect we deserve. I'm going
to change that. Presidents get to shake hands with world leaders, and
I'll make a point on every foreign trip to meet all of their ministers,
too. With these persuasion powers I'll ensure everyone defers to us.
We'll finally rule the world, as God always intended we should."
"Given time you can win over everyone in Congress, but you can't use
that power on tens of millions of voters."
"True, but I'll have all the finest public relations minds in the
country working on my image. John and Michelle Martin will be the young
candidates that everyone loves. Fortunately there's time before the next
election for her to have a baby so we can present the perfect family
image to the electorate."
My heart soared at Teddy's words. This was something I could hardly wait
for. In fact I wasn't prepared to wait a minute longer.
"Never mind all this," I said impatiently. "Let's get on with it."
"Sorry, honey," said Teddy. "You're right. It's time to finish this."
I went over and stood next to Michelle Martin, looking her over
admiringly before turning to face my husband. I would soon be young
again and beautiful, with my whole life ahead of me. Teddy smiled and
took my hand.
This was it. I was about to become Michelle Martin.
- 4 -
I was shivering with anticipation as Teddy opened his mouth.
"You will stand here calmly and say and do nothing unless I ask you to,"
he said.
Wait, what? This wasn't part of the plan. Why waste time like this? Why
not switch me with Michelle immediately? Teddy took Michelle's hand in
one of his, but instead of taking mine in the other he took hold of John
Martin's aged hand, a hand that had been his own minutes earlier. Teddy
closed his eyes for a few seconds and then it was done. He had switched
their bodies, but why?
"You are now the woman you've always secretly wanted to be," he told the
newly-female John Martin, "and I'm your ideal man. The only thing you
want more in life than to be my loving wife and political partner is the
babies I will soon be giving you."
He turned to Michelle, now in his old body.
"You've always known deep inside that when John married you it wasn't
because he wanted you but because he wanted to *be* you. Such is your
love for him that you're happy to give him the life he wants even though
it means becoming Teddy Thaxton. And you *will* become him. You'll adopt
his swagger, his mannerism and way of speaking, until no one would ever
guess you hadn't always been him."
Now it was Frank Becker's turn.
"So far as you're aware, you came here to meet up with Teddy 'n' Brenda,
who were introducing you to the Martins. You used your powers on John
Martin and succeeded in influencing him to vote the way you want on some
forthcoming legislation. Nothing else happened here. When you left the
office, you also used them to influence someone else in some minor way.
You're going to eventually realise your powers are gone, and that
someone probably took them, but since you'll also recall using them
after leaving this office you will dismiss the possibility it happened
here."
Finally it was my turn. Thanks to Teddy's power I had remained outwardly
calm, but I was horrified by this turn of events even though I couldn't
express my horror.
"Sorry, darlin'," he said, a note of regret in his voice, "but this is a
new world we find ourselves in, and neither of us fully understands
these new concerns folk have these days. I need someone by my side
advising me who does, someone who knows how to win us the youth vote,
and sadly that's not you. I can't deny knowing who's really inside that
sexy body when we make love isn't gonna be a turn on, but that's just
icing on the cake."
He took my hand for what I knew would be the final time.
"You know nothing about any powers. To you, Frank Becker has never been
more than a talented lobbyist. You and Teddy came here to pick up some
personal possessions and give congratulations to the John and Michelle
Martin, and that is all that happened here. You and Teddy will now go
home together, having retired from politics. Your husband has been
getting increasingly forgetful lately, and you will do all you can to
remind him of things when he does. He may be old, but he's still the
same man you fell in live with all those years ago, after all."
He released my hand.
"Okay, everyone," he said, "move to the positions you should be in and
when I snap my fingers you will all be able to move and speak freely
once more. Everything will then be as I've told you it is."
I returned to my chair, he snapped his fingers, and I looked up,
momentarily confused. Teddy was sitting in the chair next to mine, and
Frank Becker next to him. I glanced across at the desk, behind which
John Martin was standing. He had an arm around the waist of his wife,
who was gazing up at him adoringly. They were an attractive young couple
and I envied the life they had ahead of them.
"It was good seeing you all," said John Martin, "but now the little lady
and I have work to do."
He shook each of our hands in turn then we all filed out. It's the
strangest thing, but as we exited his office I put a hand to my cheek
and it was wet, almost as if I'd been weeping.
So that was it, the last goodbye to DC and to politics for Teddy and me.
I had no idea what the future held for us now, but whatever it was we'd
face it together because we were a team and we were devoted to each
other. We always had been and we always would be.
*************
Epilogue
From freshman senator to the front-runner for his party's nomination for
President in a matter of months was an amazing achievement, yet John D.
Martin had somehow managed it. The man was a political rockstar, the
subject of adoring magazine profiles and fawning interviews from TV
stations of all stripes, he was also a master at getting legislation he
had proposed fast-tracked through both houses of Congress. Now he was
here in Iowa with his pregnant wife on the latest leg of what even his
opponents assumed would be a triumphal procession to the White House.
Never before had any upcoming presidential election seemed quite such a
foregone conclusion.
All of this passed through the mind of the woman watching from afar as
she focussed her attention on him. When it became obvious Frank Becker's
powers had been stolen from him it hadn't taken her too long to realise
who was responsible.
"You should have only used them on the down-low," she murmured, getting
Martin's face in the cross-hairs and slowly squeezing the trigger.
She had chosen a hollow-point round, the bullet piercing the senator's
head and blowing out the back of his skull, spraying blood, brain
matter, and bone shards all over those around him. Screams and
pandemonium followed as people on the steps of the building where he'd
been giving his speech dived for cover. On the roof from which she had
fired the fatal shot former Army sniper Natalia Graham quickly and
calmly disassembled her rifle. While in the military she had served her
country loyally. There was no doubt in her mind that she had served it
again today.
Martin had not passed the powers on so they had died with him. They were
finally gone from the world, and perhaps that was for the best.
Stuffing the rifle segments and the spent casing into her shopping bag,
Natalia made her way off the roof. She was back home with her baby and
her husband in time for dinner.
***
The End.
***
Note:
This is the final tale in my Frank Becker sequence:
1. Powers (3)
2. The Producer (4)
3. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman? (1)
4. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The Investigation (2)
5. Whatever Happened to Wonder Woman: The Villain (5)
6. The Politician's Wife (6)
Numbers in brackets are the order in which the stories were written.
Those unbracketed are the reading order.
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