A Man Has His Needs

Debauched roue" sneered the matronly customer, transfixing Ming with a witheringly baleful stare. "Purely for a sociological study" squeaked a red faced Ming as he hurriedly paid for his full color edition of Waywardly Wanton Wenches, discretely tucking it into his raincoat. Ming can no longer become aroused by visions of possible Health & Human Resources investigations of the FDA, hopes for surprise partnership deals at the 11th hour, nor serendipitous decision reversals by a tainted FDA. Ming's jaded libido now demands more than hope for stimulation. Maybe in this month's issue they'll heed Ming's fervid pleas and fetchingly flaunt Miss June's pulchritudinous plentitude draped around a really sexy Dendreon certificate.