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THE IT PARADE
    BY J INX W IATT
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    It’s no secret that ageless beauty Demi Moore went cougaring and captured hunky Ashton Kutcher in her hunter’s net. She even tamed the baby-faced stud into total domestication.But at least her twenty-somethinglover has brains (he’s outsmarted every naysayer in Hollywood)and impressive bank (his accountsare big to bursting). So it’s too bad that a certain TV news diva who just hit the half-century mark and is now spewing venom on a morning chat show has to settle for a dumb-as-dirt/poor-as-dirt young buck when she moves in for the kill.

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    Sutton
    Sutton walked into the Stone Rose at the Time Warner Center feeling not even a few bucks shy of a million dollars.
    The Beehive was a ratings hit, Emma Ronson was itching to quit the show, and all the naysayers who swore up and down that Sutton Lancaster would recede into oblivion after leaving Fox News were eating shit on a silver platter.
    She slid onto a seat at the bar and surveyed the scene, takingin the ambient lounge music, the Columbia students laughingit up at a corner table, the junior sales executives seeking refuge from their lonely hotels and sterile office environments, and the other women ... just like her.
    Some were from Connecticut, some from New Jersey, some from Manhattan—the Upper East Side, the Upper West Side. They were seasoned and well groomed and freshly Botoxed and personally trained as far as their gravity-fighting bodies could endure. And they were all here for one thing.
    â€œWhat can I get you?”The hot young bartender was talking.
    Sutton was listening. She smiled at him. “What would you order?”
    â€œI make a Cosmo that’ll make your toes curl.”
    â€œReally?”
    He nodded with confidence.
    â€œBring it on.”
    â€œYou got it.”
    She watched him work, instantly attracted to his lazy guy manner. Punishing sessions at the gym were not part of his agenda. He was fit but lanky, probably kept in shape by enviablemetabolism and the occasional game of pick-up basketball.His hair straggled down to the nape of his neck, and the fuzz on his handsome angular face was at least three days’ worth of growth.
    He presented his electric pink masterpiece with a cocky grin. “One sip and you’ll tell me to get started on a second round.”
    Sutton fingered the stem of the martini glass, seductively stroking it up and down before knocking back a greedy gulp.
    The bartender waited.
    Sutton savored. It was the finest Cosmo ever. “That’s the best thing I’ve had in my mouth in a very long time.”
    â€œI’ve got something even better than that.”
    â€œOh, I bet you do.” She raised her drink and let out a dirty laugh.
    â€œAnother?”
    â€œAbsolutely.”
    â€œComing right up.” He went to work, pausing intermittentlyto flash Sutton a flirtatious smile. “I’ve never seen you in here before. First time?”
    â€œFirst time at Stone Rose,” Sutton clarified. “Not my first time at the rodeo.”
    He nodded up and down, impressed. “Okay, then. Good to know.”
    Sutton drained the last of the first Cosmo, timing it perfectlywith the arrival of the second. “Cheers.”
    The bartender checked his watch, a cheap Timex digital. “Hey, in about five minutes I can join you.”
    â€œWho says I’m looking for company?”
    He made a show out of glancing around. “Well, for starters, everyone in this bar. Should I poll the people on the sidewalk,too?” He laughed.
    Sutton laughed, too. “Is it that bad?”
    The bartender lifted his brow. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s that good.You tell me.”
    She stared at him for several long seconds, taking in the full impact of his easy sex appeal. “What’s your name? And how long have you been able to legally drink?”
    â€œScooter.Three