<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10px;">Her husband closed his eyes thoughtfully and tapped his finger against the fabric of the bed. "Well the easy way out is to use a fabulous old English or otherwise higher IQ word that will slip by their censors..." He gave her a grin. "However, That isn’t quite your style is it now?" Leaning back against the bed he closed his eyes and let his mind dwell over the problem that it had been given. "Well, it'd be easy enough to steer the questions they ask you. And just be honest. They will air what you say if it's negative. The media thrives on juicy stories. You never hear about the president donating money too a charity, only if he buys smut over the net..." <br/><br/>He opened a eye and looked at her. "Or some such" He shrugged having answered the question in his own typically roundabout way. “Or you could blow them off and stay home?” He gave her a devil may care grin. He had little use for the media. </span>