“Dazza……………Darren!” He quickly corrected himself, “he wants to meet wiv you and thinks he might have something that you will wanna se...!” He grinned.Sally glanced at her watch. “I have to pick up homework in half an hour.” She replied. “Where is he now, this Darren?”“In the boys’ bogs!” Wingnut quickly replied. “We have time if you skip art now and you can be back in time for Smiffy!”“And what has he got that is so important?” Sally queried innocently. Wingnut was losing patience now. How did that little Adkins bitch get hold of my private email? Someone gave it to her. I don’t know if the leak was in my office or at Fox News. But I want to know. ‘When we hired you, Bill, we told you that we didn’t want any fucking leaks. Get the FBI on it. Get the Secret Service on it. I don’t care if you get NSA on it. But I want to know who the leaker is.’ The Attorney General looked uncomfortable. It wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t his damned office that leaked. But he was the one being. “Nowhere in that plan was there mention of a raven-haired beauty with striking blue eyes and a mesmerizing smile,” was his amused thought, as he watched the object of that very thought walk past him and into the house. “In addition to a soon-to-be ex-wife,” he reminded himself, “I now have a girlfriend.” He simply shook his head. The first he’d seen coming for well over a year now, but the second was going to take a bit to get used to. “And what’s Izzy going to say when I tell her about all. Morgan, you see, falls into a category I call the Typical Girl. It may seem egotistical on my part, categorizing women, and I certainly apologize to anyone offended by the concept. However, after careful consideration of the women I've encountered over the years I've found that they do fall into one of several categories; as I'm certain men do as well. But I'll leave that grouping to a knowing woman to put together.What is a Typical Girl? Well, she's just what the name implies, but she's also a.