Standing in line at the checkout, he glanced at the rack of tabloid magazines. He was on the covers of several. Pictures of him with Tiffany, Tina, or Hillary smiled up at him while the banners proclaimed him the Casanova of the year, breaking the hearts of first one starlet then another.
Frederickson’s doing his job. That’s for sure, he thought.
The lady in front of him began to unload her cart. Les moved forward and another magazine caught his eye: STARLIGHT: The magazine that sheds light on the private lives of the Stars.The main story involved the revelation that one of the prominent candidates running for state office was actually the love child of Hopalong Cassidy—an old-time cowboy star—and a Martian.
Where do they get this ridiculous stuff?Les thought, chuckling to himself.