"Across town, Sarah Palin is fuming. Pacing back and forth in the office she is renting while her staff plans her Presidential bid, she clenches her f...sts as she talks to her lead PR rep."I'VE HAD IT!" Sarah bellowed. "I'm tired of Todd sticking his pecker in anything that moves... it was bad enough that he knocked up our own daughter Bristol and we had to hire that twit Levi to cover it up, but then he has to sleep with that bitch Lisa Murkowski? He needs to GO!"Meghan Stapleton listened. Remmy could have had her there and then.Then her feet were on the grass and looking up into that rugged face, she could read what was on his mind, and she knew it wasn’t the picnic.Releasing his hold on her, Remmy reached back into the pick-up cab and grabbed the cool bag. “Weighs a ton,” he laughed, “What you got in here? Rocks?”“Prawn and cucumber sandwiches, doughnuts. “ Diana said seriously and then joining in his laughter, she added, “Or could it be the bottle of wine and a gallon of. Perhaps I overstate it. He does make money writing, sometimes pretty good money. But it's not consistent, and without my paycheck, our house would belong to the bank.He's actually a pretty good writer. I won't deny that. I'll even concede that he probably works longer hours to produce his stories and articles than I do to produce an income. But he does some really crazy stuff.Last August he insisted I come with him on a stakeout. Who were we staking out? A woman I work with. Why her? Why not. ..” she muttered.“Well, how about you show me your tits?” I said. I wanted to make her think twice about borrowing money from me again. Embarrassing her like that would probably do it.“Why in hell would you want to see your sister’s tits?” she gasped.“Why the hell not?” I shot back. “You seem to be proud of them. I’ve seen the way you dress.”She seemed to waver for a minute with that one. Good. Maybe she’s learning a lesson here.Finally, she spoke up. “As long as you don’t tell anyone.”“Why.