Dirty Secrets

It was bound to happen. Think about it. You're a reporter, getting the dirt on a fatcat philandering Senator who's boinkin' his brains out with some cute little aide at a hotel, then going home to the wife and kids-via limousine. Its all starts sounding pretty darn good when it's late at night, you're banging away at the office, (on your keyboard), you're tired, you're hungry, horny as hell, and your partner looks like this. Soon, you begin to understand. (After all, you're no hypocrite.)