LOCALE: London Prologue: The British government's policy of socialized medicine has been broadened to include "proxy papas". This provides for any married woman not having a child in the first five years of marriage to receive the services of a government man who will attempt to be the means of her becoming a mother. The Brown's have no children and the government man is due. Mr. Brown leaves for work and gives his wife a little peck on the cheek as he departs, saying "I'm off. The government man should be here any minute". He leaves and his wife pretties herself and waits for the government man, but, instead of the government man, a door-to-door photographer specializing in baby pictures knocks on the door. Mrs: Oh, good morning. MAN: You probably don't know me, but I represent.... Mrs: Oh yes, you needn't explain. My husband said to expect you. MAN: I make a specialty of babies -- especially twins. Mrs: Thats what my husband said. Please sit down. MAN: Then your husband probably told you that... Mrs: Oh, yes. We both agree it is the best thing to do. MAN: In that case, we may as well get started. Mrs: (blushing) Just where do we start? MAN: Well, just leave everything to me, madam. I recommend two in the bathtub, one on the couch, and a couple on the floor. Mrs: Bathtub?? Floor??? No wonder Harry and I..... MAN: Well, my dear lady. Even the best of us can't guarantee a good one every time. But out of six, one is bound to be a honey. I usually have the best shots in the tub. Mrs: Pardon me, but, it seems --- well...a bit informal. MAN: No indeed. In my line, a man can't do his best work in a hurry. (he opens his album and shows the baby pictures to her) Look at this baby! It's a good job and took four hours, but isn't she a beauty? Mrs: Yes, a very lovely child. MAN: But for a tough assignment, look at this baby. Believe it or not, it was done on top of a bus in downtown London. Mrs: Oh my gosh. MAN: AND, here is a picture of the prettiest twins in town. They turned out exceptionally well when you consider that their mother was so difficult. But I knocked off this job in Hyde Park on a snowy afternoon. I never worked under such conditions. People were crowding around four or five deep, pushing to get a good look. Mrs: Four or five deep? MAN: Yes, and for more than three hours but, I had a couple of Bobbies keeping them back. I could've done another shot before dark, but by that time the squirrels were nibbling at my equipment and I had to give up. Well, madam, its not hard when a man knows his job. I consider my work a pleasure. I've spent long years perfecting my technique. Now this baby here. I did it with one shot in Alexander's window. Mrs: I can't believe it! MAN: Well, madam. If you're ready, I'll set up my tripod and we can get to work. Mrs: Tripod??? MAN: Yes, madam. I always use a tripod to rest my equipment on. It's much too heavy for me to hold for any length of time. Mrs. Brown! Mrs. Brown. Good Lord, Mrs. Brown, have you fainted? X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X Another file downloaded from: NIRVANAnet(tm) & the Temple of the Screaming Electron Jeff Hunter 510-935-5845 Rat Head Ratsnatcher 510-524-3649 Burn This Flag Zardoz 408-363-9766 realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 415-567-7043 Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 415-583-4102 Specializing in conversations, obscure information, high explosives, arcane knowledge, political extremism, diversive sexuality, insane speculation, and wild rumours. ALL-TEXT BBS SYSTEMS. Full access for first-time callers. We don't want to know who you are, where you live, or what your phone number is. We are not Big Brother. "Raw Data for Raw Nerves" X-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-X