Melinda was handicapped because her experience was limited to Washington’s tightly controlled political scene. Melinda was fed her script for thirty...second reports.“Good morning this is Hanna Page for channel 34 news. Late yesterday afternoon my cameraman Jed Hoover and I, along with Melinda Schaffer and her camera man Nick Cote from ZNN were sworn to secrecy and spirited out of the United States. This morning we stepped off the plane in Lisbon Portugal.”“I am climbing the steps of the palace. Suddenly, Vantha's humping into Ebony ceased. “What's wrong?" Ebony panted. "Don't tell me that you're stopping..." "Oh don't worry about that, girl. I'm far from finished. It just occurred to me, that I'm not doing the full treatment to you tonight." "What do you mean?" asked Ebony. "You can't fuck me in both holes at the same time, can you?" "Another time perhaps," giggled Vantha. "But while I can sense that you're enjoying getting your box pounded, I can also sense that there's still. One of the guys gets down on one knee and enfilades me with his weapon. Two of the others stand back to back while the other scopes. I wonder if the weapon’s on safety but no one’s ever been shot this way to my knowledge so I don’t really care. The squaddies do a Blackhawk Down run across the street and flatten against the wall of the gas works behind me. There’s no gas in it any more. The IRA blew up the pipes so now we all use oil. I can just see Gerry Adams and Martin McGuinness sittin’ in. "I'm not quite sure what's happening there," I admitted. "Mom dropped me off, told me to stay out of trouble, and went back to work. She didn't ground me or give me a ton of chores or anything. But maybe she's waiting to talk it over with Dad." What about baseball?" Robbie asked."Not looking good. Parker said I was banned from all activities." For how long?" I think forever."Tami looked like somebody had just run over her puppy. "It's my fault." Don't be stupid," Robbie said before I could..