April stretched lazily, the luxurious silk sheets covering her still naked body the gentle rocking reminded her she was still on the yacht, where was she today? Docked off of Italy or was it Greece? Sitting up she still felt the sorness of her month old breast implants, the swelling had gone down considerably and she had to admit the surgeon was truely world class.

Slipping out of bed April got dressed, well sort of, she opted for the gold bikini top and matching thong and her 6 inch heels. She giggled to her self, 6 months ago she would of never imagined herself on this yacht, let alone living this life, no she was a feminist, a radical left wing, coroprate hating, marxist. She had gone to all the marches, organized rallies, even got arrested..a few times. Now she gazed at her huge walk in closet, was she ashamed? No, daddy showed her the good life, she was so confused before now she knew her purpose, her true calling! She looked down at the gaudy diamond ring and her perfectly manicured nails, sure she lost all her friends, sure she was branded a traitor, a whore, a sell out...but now she enjoyed the finer things in life. And all she had to do is look sexy for her man and smile.

The clickety clack of her heels on the marble floors announced her arrival, the large ball room was empty except for her man Fred and a waiter dropping off some omeletes. "Ah, my trophy has decided to wake up!" Fred turned to gaze at April, taking in her beauty. Fred wasn't too bad on the eyes either, a life of luxury, personal trainers and a health regime kept the 50 year old man in top shape.

"And how is my sexy senator?" April giggled as she sat next to him. "Doing much better now, doll, what are you having with your omlette, coffee or some of your favorite champange?"