Ah, the sunny suburbs of the California Islands... They're naught but little boxes on a hillside, all made of ticky-tacky, and looking just the same. It's a stable existence for a lot of people. For others, it's the perfect cover for certain kinds of black market crime.

This island plays host to Sacramento. It's the capital of these eleven damned inhabited islands. There are suburbs here, too. They're just a little farther away from city hall than they would be in a smaller town. Because in Sacramento, STATE hall is right next to city hall. Or rather, the Capitol is.

The Governor's Mansion State Historic Park, by contrast, is not too far outside of Sacramento...or the little boxes of the suburbs. For now, and for as long as it lasts, the master isn't home. Things are SO much lovelier here, when that's the case.

Upstairs, the ashes of a one-night stand lie in the bed of the Governor's daughter. The boy's still in the bed with her. Together, they sleep.

Just above them, the skylight is open. She's been forbidden from having sex under her mother's roof...by her mother. Her mother's the governor. They've simply found a loophole in her orders, and exploited it.

Across her bed chambers, a pink teddy bear sits. It's got a hole in its navel. That hole sure is glossy, to be a navel. The light also brings that out marvelously; more than it would if that were a woman's navel, in fact...even if she was wearing a diamond navel ring. Even so, that pink bear is not what it appears...even if you can't miss it.

Outside, from down the street, a convoy arrives. It consists of a bunch of armed jeeps surrounding an armored personnel carrier. The vanguard jeep parks, and honks its horn.

Upstairs, Quinn, the Governor's daughter, hears this. It takes her a few honks, to realize what's going on. She gently winches herself from her boyfriend's sleeping body, and sends the convoy a text, notifying them she's on her way.

From there, it only takes her a moment to get dressed and get downstairs. From the front porch, she runs towards the convoy's armored personnel carrier. However, armed guards intercept her at halfway. With velvet hands, they search her.

For this part, Silas, her boyfriend, is lucky to be asleep. Otherwise, he might or might not get offended, watching armed men pat down his girlfriend... OTOH, he's a Guinard...and a lot more Guinard men have been known to do weirder things over in France...

The APC has a Mormon trumpet painted on its side. By the looks of it, this convoy is about to haul Quinn off to Mormon boarding school. Her mother would keep her there forever...if it meant protecting her from Silas, that lewd gentile boy who can't seem to stay out of her panties.

The convoy locks her in the APC. Now, they all mount up. The lead jeep drives away. Soon, the convoy follows.

Upstairs, Silas wakes, as this happens. He feels around in the bed, for Quinn. She's gone.

Across the room, that pink teddy bear is loaded. It lies in wait, anticipating the right time to bewitch Silas...

Silas sits up in the bedding, stretches, and yawns. He's in the buff. It's hard to believe the Governor has a crush on him. It's a bit easier to believe that his relatives are pot-traders...and hence, enemies of the state...

From the teddy bear's navel, a pink ray of energy shines...and hits Silas in the chest. Silas's eyes are closed, as his world suddenly swells to a thousand times its previous size. He does notice, alas, as the bedding gets bigger around him. Soon, it's lumps are like hills to him. He topples down one, in the buff, as he finishes shrinking...

Outside, a white Cadillac pulls up to the mansion. It parks in the garage. Behind it, the garage door closes.

Downstairs, the door opens, as the Governor unlocks it. In pumps and a skirt, she enters. Her hair is long, blonde, and flowing. She might be Jewish...but here on the California Islands, she inspires all who meet her. She also did, back before she got to be this mature-bodied.

Meet Celia Hodes. She's one of California's few female governors...and one of their even fewer Jewish ones. Nonetheless, California has taken on a new face since she took office. Under her rule, California is a drug-free state. And offenders of her many drug laws are punished pitilessly, and often violently.

Now, Silas is like a bug in her house. And he's just fucked her daughter. Today, the Governor will judge him. All she's got to do is find him...