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            CBS EVENING NEWS: And That's the Way It Is

                          By Uncle Mike

        From Max S. Wojtylak (fr582@cleveland.Freenet.Edu)
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     "...and still the fighting goes on."

     Dan gave the camera his best somber stare until the red light
blinked off. Then, as had become his habit recently, he quickly
rolled his chair back a few feet. It looked, he hoped, like just a
little relaxation between segments. It was, however, really a
chance to get a better look at Connie's lovely legs, unfortunately
hidden from his view at the anchor desk. It still rankled a little
that the bosses had forced a co-anchor on him, and he didn't
think much of Connie's journalistic abilities. But he had to admit
she was quite a looker. There was enough to look at for three
eyes with good stuff left over for a fourth, as folks back home
in Texas might say. Connie Chung was one good hunk of woman.

     She had a perfect face, of course, with that incredibly
smooth, ageless skin that seems to be the particular gift of
Asian women. And Dan had always loved the Asian look of a thick
head of black hair; you wanted to bury yourself in it and not
come out 'til winter. She had a very nice body, too -- bigger
breasts even than most Occidentals, and a thin waist. But what
he admired most were her legs -- legs with perfect curves, legs
that went on forever, legs that made you want to climb right in
between them and ... his eyebrows rose slightly and he pulled
them back down as he realized Connie was talking to him.

     "So then Dave asked me about ... I'm sorry, Dan, was I
interrupting a thought?"

     He waved off her apology. "No, I'm sorry, I was just
daydreaming. You were saying something about ... Dave?"

     "Letterman, Dan. I was on his show today, remember? And he
was asking me about Maury and ... and, you know, the baby.
Anyway, I was saying that I'll have to watch the show tonight to
see what I said. I really don't remember. I must have made some
kind of joke, because I do remember Dave laughing. But I can't
think of what it was, because inside I was so upset. Just before
I went  on, I got a call..."

     The floor director's hand gesture snapped them both back to
their places.

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     "... but the president will have the last word, his advisers
say."

     Again Dan slid back. This time he was paying attention as
Connie turned toward him.

     "Where was I? Oh, yes. I had just gotten a call from one of
our doctors. The tests were negative again. Poor Maury. He tries
so hard, he's gone through so many procedures -- well, we both
have, I guess -- but nothing works. And he blames himself. Does
that seem fair? It's not his fault that his sperm aren't fast
enough or strong enough or just plain enough, is it? How would
you feel, Dan? If it were you, I mean?"

     Dan's eyebrows rose sharply as he searched for an answer. He
wasn't used to people asking him about his sperm, especially not
sexy co-anchors. Having a woman in the newsroom really was a
mixed blessing, he thought. He mumbled something non-
committal and sighed inwardly when the floor director's hand
signals wig-wagged again.

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     This time Dan barely got out his closing words before Connie
started talking again; he was half afraid they'd go out over the
air.

     "If it was your sperm, Dan, how would you feel?"

     "I... uh... I guess I don't know, Connie. I never really had any
problems in that... that area, myself."

     "No? Not ever?"

     Dan tried to picture having this conversation with Walter
Cronkite, say, or Brokaw, or Safer. Well, maybe with Safer. But
probably it wouldn't have given him an erection like the one he
now realized was throbbing in his pants. He tried to ignore it
and give Connie some kind of answer.

     "Never. I guess I just got good genes." He flashed a smile. "At
least no one's ever complained."

     "Oh, well, as far as that goes, Maury's very good," Connie
said, leaning close and beginning to speak in a whisper. "In bed, I
mean. There's no problem with his equipment. It's just his sperm
that can't do it."

     Dan stood up, getting a whiff of her perfume as he did. "Right,
well, then. None of that's been a problem for me. Either... area.
So, good show tonight, don't you think?"

     "What? Oh, I guess so." Connie stood up too and followed him
off the set. As they entered the hallway to their dressing rooms,
she put a hand on his shoulder. He felt his cock twitch.

     "Dan, could we talk about this a little more? I've got some
Cokes and waters in the fridge in my dressing room. I just need
someone to talk to. OK?"

     "All right," Dan said, surprising himself. Now what have I
gotten myself into?, he asked himself as he stepped inside. What
are we going to talk about next, her periods? Her favorite
tampon? He shuddered at the thought.

     But he sat down on the black leather couch -- noting to
himself that he'd only gotten a cloth one; he'd have to talk to his
agent about that -- and tried to look interested. After hearing
more about how Maury's sperm couldn't beat a one-legged man in
a cat-kicking contest, Dan was adding boredom to his
discomfort. He tried to cut off her tale of woe.

     "Look, why don't you just forget all this and adopt a kid? Lots
of people do."

     "I know, but somehow ... well, I just want to have the
experience of having carried the child myself. Maybe that's
selfish ..."

     Darn right, Dan thought to himself.

     "... but that's just how I feel. And I know what you're going to
say next, too: Why didn't we go to a sperm bank? Well, Maury
might be willing to do that -- but I'd hate to think what the
papers would make of it if they ever found out. And I just don't
believe we could keep it a secret. You know how many people
recognize us on the street, Dan. Imagine what would happen if I
tried to walk into a sperm bank. The stories about how Maury
couldn't do his duty. He'd be mortified."

     In spite of himself, Dan was actually beginning to feel a
little sorry for Connie. She was acting like a spoiled brat,
insisting that everything work out perfectly. But he saw a few
tears running down her smooth cheeks; she really wanted a baby.
It was her own fault that she wouldn't try the alternatives, but
still, it was a tough break.

     "Look, Connie," he said, "I don't know what I can do for you.
I'm not much good at this kind of talk. But I do want you to know
I feel sorry for you. I hope you and Maury can figure a way to
have that baby."

     Connie, whose head had been hanging down as she sat on the
edge of her desk, lifted her eyes.

     "I'm so glad you said that! Do you mean it? Oh, I'm sorry, that
was rude. What I mean is, would you be willing to help?"

     "Help? I don't know what you mean."

     Connie giggled as she slipped off the desk and took a step
toward him. "Oh, sure you do. Come on, Dan, I've seen you looking
at my legs. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

     Dan blushed through his makeup while his mind raced to
catch up.

     "Don't be embarrassed, Dan," Connie went on. "I appreciate it
when a man admires my legs. They are good, aren't they?" She
lifted the hem of her skirt almost to her crotch, giving him a
full view of the legs encased in sheer black hose. Dan's cock
sprang to attention and prodded at his zipper. Down-home
metaphors eluded him. He could only stare.

     Connie let the skirt fall back down as she took another step
toward him. "I ... I'm not sure how to ask you this, Dan," she said.
"But I ... I mean we ... Maury and I ... we really want a baby. And
Maury can't help. And he's too proud adopt, and I'm ... well, I
guess I'm too vain. But we want that baby. And Maury doesn't
have to know."

     Dan felt as if he were in some kind of bizarre movie. As he
watched, Connie reached up and began undoing the silver buttons
of her white silk blouse. As it fell away from her body, he saw
her large, round breasts bulging out of her lacy white bra. He
suddenly realized his lips were dry, and he licked them. Connie
smiled.

     "I hoped you'd agree," she said, her voice quieter and even
silkier than when she read the news. She slipped out of the
blouse, letting it fall to the floor as she unzipped her black
skirt. It puddled around her ankles; she stepped out of it and
kicked it aside with one of her shiny black high-heeled shoes.

     Dan looked her up and down. Connie was short, but perfectly
proportioned, like some erotic doll.

     She knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt. He was
surprised to look down and see his own hands loosening his tie;
he wasn't aware of what they were doing. He watched as his own
hands undid his belt and he stood up; Connie pulled his slacks
and boxers down.

     Dan's cock waved in front of that perfect China-doll face,
like the snake tempting Eve. His co-anchor -- he pushed the
word out of his mind -- this beautiful woman, this goddess
kissed the tip of it. He felt an electric spark leap straight to his
brain. In all his years of journalism, nothing like this had ever
happened. Oh, back in the early years there had been some
tawdry women, but they only seduced him in his fantasies. And
it had been years since any young woman had shown him
anything but admiration or respect.

     Connie parted her soft red lips slightly as she kissed his
cock up and down. She looked up at him, her eyes wide. His
nostrils flared. The Asian beauty rose to her feet and pressed
her body against his, her firm breasts in their lacy cages
rubbing against his chest as she kissed him, hard, their tongues
tangling.

     He fumbled at the catch of her bra; it had been too many
years and he was out of practice, but at last he got it free. She
stepped back from him then, letting the bra fall. Her breasts
were as he had imagined them, lush, full globes capped by large,
dark brown circles and erect nipples.

     She cupped them in her hands, offering them to him. Dan bent
down and took them into his mouth one at a time, suckling them
like a newborn.

     "Oh, Dan, yes!" Connie moaned, rubbing her fingers in his hair.

     And when he had sated himself momentarily, she knelt down
again, this time opening her lips wide to take his cock in. He felt
it slide past her lips and plunge deep into her mouth as her hot
tongue tickled the sensitive underside.

     "I've never ... had it so good," he told her, and it was true; not
since a whore back in Amari