You are a courier for a delivery service. You spend your day running around the city, delivering high value items or important messages to high profile clients. It is a decent gig, and the pay is pretty good, but it doesn't leave a lot of free time. Checking in with your supervisor, he hands you a large envelope and a custody chain form. You sign the form acknowledging receipt of the package and look at the address... Not too far away, and it is to be delivered directly to Sarah Palin. "Huh," you mutter. "this should be interesting..."

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 fists 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 patiently to the rant and immediately launched into damage control mode. "Listen, Sarah, I understand... but you are in a bad position. As the darling of the far right, your main supporters are very conservative, very Christian and VERY narrow-minded... Promoting anything other than a good Christian family will kill any hopes you have for election. Divorce and separation are out of the question."

Pausing by her desk, Sarah slammed her fist onto the surface as her shoulders shook with rage. "So I either dump Todd or seek the Presidency, but not both... is that what you are saying?"

"Basically..." Meghan shrugged as she stood up. "Listen, I'll make sure this stays out of the papers... Murkowski doesn't want this advertised any more than you do. I suggest you take a few days break and to unwind someplace. The last time you were this upset is how the Couric interview occurred, remember?"

Sarah nodded her head as her aid left the room. Walking around the desk, she took a seat at her chair and leaned back.

"I swear to God..." Sarah muttered. "Todd pulls this shit one more time and I'm gonna fuck the first guy I see."

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Stepping out of the elevator, you head down to the suite of offices being rented out by the Palin campaign. After talking to one of the staffers, you are shown to Sarah's office where the potential Presidential nominee was sitting at her desk.

"Ms. Palin, you have a delivery." Announced the aide. As the receptionist closed the door, you walked across the room and handed her the envelope.

"Sorry to disturb you, Ma'am, instructions were to deliver to you only. If you could just sign..."

You attempted to have Palin sign the delivery confirmation, but she showed no signs of acknowledging you. Her entire attention was focused on opening the envelope and reviewing the contents.

The envelope was from Paul Singletary, a private eye she kept on retainer to look after Todd. The envelope was stuff with surveillance pictures of Todd dressed in a Sailor Moon outfit taking it in the ass from a young female staffer with a strap-on. Sarah stood up sharply and tossed the pictures across the floor.

"THAT SONOFABITCH!"

Beginning to get uncomfortable, you tried again to complete your task. "Um, Ma'am, if I could just get you to sign this form..."

Storming over around the desk, Sarah rips the clipboard from your hand, hastily signs the receipt, and slams it back into your chest.

"Thank you, Ma'am..." You hold off on adding the 'have a pleasant day', being as you don't think it will be well received and start heading for the door. As you reach for the handle, you hear Sarah say "Wait..."