that was not evident with her brother. Even her seasons of rebellion couldn’t dissuade his love.
Within their family structure, her brother looked up to Kitiona for guidance. He imitated her down to the swagger of her walk and her confident stare.
Their family was one of many that depended upon the Motorhead Brake Adhesive Factory for employment. Motorhead processed asbestos into the glue that holds brake lining materials together.
Patea was the supervisor in charge of production. Because of Kitiona’s insistence, Patea began questioning how the raw materials were being handled.
As a high school junior, Kitiona had researched the effects of asbestos on humans for an English project. She was horrified to read about Mesothelioma, just one of the effects of breathing asbestos. Her research included other disorders like lung cancer and asbestosis.
Kitiona insisted that her father read her paper. He read the paper. He didn’t seem as upset as she wanted him to be. She took him aside and read the paper to him. She underscored the possibly of getting one of these terrible asbestos disorders. Her final plea moved him. “Daddy, I don’t want you to die before you see your grandkids.”
After Kitiona’s appeal, he reread the research paper for a third time. That’s when Patea’s protective instincts kicked in and began working overtime. He envisioned the dusty factory floor tainted with asbestos. Immediately, he became concerned for his health and the health of all the other employees.
When Patea tried to reason with management about the potential asbestos problem in the factory, he was put on hold. Month after month the same working conditions persisted. He regularly talked with Tom Jenkins, Motorhead’s plant manager.
Jenkins knew of the asbestos threat before he took the job. He saw moving to American Samoa and taking the plant manager’s position as a corporate stepping stone. His angled to move up the ladder into an upper management position.
Each time Jenkins perused Patea’s concerns with Thomas Rider, manager of Amerastar’s Asian-Pacific division, he was instructed to hold down the fort. Rider discussed the matter with Chase Freeze, the vice-president of the Asian-Pacific division. And each time Freeze in turn consulted with Simon Wooster, Amerastar’s CEO.
Wooster stated that the Motorhead’s profits must be maintained at all costs. That ended all conversations between him and Freeze. Wooster’s reasons were a well kept secret between him and his wife, Senator Bonni Giardina.
Jenkins was instructed to tell Patea that the final decision is in the hands of upper management. They were investigating the matter.
Jenkins stalled for many months. Nothing changed at the factory. Dust laced with asbestos still hung in the air.
Patea finally organized worker meetings. A consensus began to develop that the workers should unionize. They rationalized that as a union, they could bargain for safe and healthy ways to handle the raw materials used in making the brake lining glue. The material they worried most about was asbestos.
As a union structure began to take shape, Jenkins updated Rider at Amerastar corporate headquarters in San Francisco. Jenkins was instructed to discourage the workers from forming a union. He was told that if the workers unionize, several high paying management positions will be cut to insure the company’s profitability. Rider told Jenkins, his position would be the first to go. Rider affirmed that this mandate came straight from the top.
Chapter 3 Mile High Revelations
Senator Bonni Giardina felt exhilarated and empowered at the same time. Eric exploded inside her with the pounding of a experienced stud. She collapsed on him, her breast implants nailing him to the plane's cushions.
The Senator rolled off and lay next to him on the makeshift bed. After catching her breath she said, "light me a cigarette."
Over the humming of the plane's engines, Eric leaned over, his wet tool rubbing on her side. He lit the cigarette and gave it to her. She took a long pull. Then she scrapped some of his wetness off her side and licked it off her fingers. "Eric, I can taste you're going to have some good looking kids someday."
Eric smiled. He became callous to the Senator's grossness shortly after becoming her executive assistant.
“Get dressed and pour me a drink.” She stood up and walked, flaunting her naked bottom, to the washroom. Cigarette smoke trailed her as the washroom door slammed shut.
Eric walked over to the wet bar. He soaked a towel in warm water and cleaned himself off. Symbolically, he scrubbed, old-lady Senator from his privates.
Eric Balwin became Senator Bonni Giardina’s executive assistant immediately after graduating from the Harvard School of International Studies. His calm, organized manner caught the Senator’s attention during the first minute of their interview. His handsome, six foot muscular frame and long fingers were difficult for Giardina to ignore. Bonni mused to herself throughout Eric's entire interview what he would feel like inside her.
Eric attached his career aspirations to Senator Giardina. He envied her political savvy. She portrayed the politicians’ politician. Giardina had the experienced gall to lie straight-faced to anyone. She could tell voters the sky was yellow with purple spots and make them believe it.
Eric would do anything to endear himself to Giardina. He saw his future in politics in her eyes. He decided that he wasn’t going to disappoint her at any level of service.
When he discovered that he was to be her sex toy, he balked at first. She was 38 years older than him. She had several face lifts, breast enchantments and regular Restylane treatments. Still he figured the positives for his career would out-weight the negatives. He reconciled himself to do anything he physically could to hold on to this job and enhance his resume.
Senator Bonni Giardina knew Eric would lick her dry of all his and her love making if she encouraged him. But there was no time for after-play. She used the political savvy Eric adored to move him from stud back to executive assistant. The plane was landing shortly and she needed to put in an appearance at the board meeting.
She walked back into the cabin and gently scratched his back. He deserved it for a job well done. Eric let out a soft breath of air. “Eric, you need to prep me for the board meeting.”
Eric feeling quite relaxed, handed her a scotch and water. “I thought that’s what I was doing for the last 300 miles.”
They both rolled their eyes and laugh.
“The board meeting. Now!” The Senator said lighting a cigarette.
Eric acquiesced. “Here’s tonight’s agenda and minutes from the last three meetings."
Chapter 4 The Grooming
Eric had no idea that Giardina began politicking at the age of nine. But this was the political savvy that endeared him to her.
On many occasions as a child, Bonni had heard her father say, “You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.” Somewhere around her ninth birthday, she asked her dad, Mark Paul Giardina, state representative for Vermont’s 5th district, what that phrase meant.
Representative Giardina carried a stately persona around his district and nationally. His every political move was calculated to produce the most benefits for him and his family. Stripped
