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She was on the trail of the biggest story of her career.  "Hell", she thought, "of anyone's career".  It was her Watergate.  But she needed inside information.  She needed a "Deep Throat".

 

She cornered the detective in the gym.  It was the perfect set up.  No one was there and he was not expecting it.  But he wouldn't talk.  "Off the record", she finally said.

"Sorry", he responded, looking at her w suspicion, "I don't trust you not to have a digital recorder".

"Search me", she offered seductively.

"I have a better idea", he said smiling, then led her into the men's locker room.  She shrugged her shoulders and followed - she really wanted the story.  Moments later, she stood naked in the shower.

"Satisfied", she said, "no possible way I have any electronic devices on me".

"You do appear to be clean", he said smugly.

"So, you'll answer a few questions for me . . . off the record . . . just to head me in the right direction".

"Um, all we've agreed to is 'off the record' . . . you haven't told me what I'm getting out of this yet".

"Satisfaction w knowing that you helped maintain an informed public?"

"Yeah, don't care".

"What then", she asked, already getting down onto her knees.  She began the night needing a "Deep Throat".  She did not know she was going to be the deep throat.