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I wasn't among the fortunate to have seen sexy Brigitte Bardot sunbathing topless along Spain's magnificent Costa del Sol way back when, but I could not imagine it being more breathtakingly impactful on a man than was my first glimpse of Alisha Fontaine.
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My first night across the border I stopped at a ramshackle cantina that had a warped bar counter and dirt floor, like in the old west, and bought a drink for a tiny but curvy little Mexican girl named Calida. She had a cherub-like face that belonged in a cradle but a body that suggested nothing less than a grown man could pacify her now.
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It did rain again, of course, but never the same strange rain as that night. I slept scant hours each night, and then only from utter exhaustion. I fought sleep, because it was my enemy. I knew I would never forgive myself if the moment I nodded off turned out to be the precise moment the special rain began falling.
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I knew Laura wasn't home this morning, so there was no possibility of her hearing the shot and rushing over to help, placing herself in mortal danger. Which she would have gladly done, because that's who she was in real life, as well as on television; though her popular show was no longer on the air, her legions of fans adored her, and continued to watch her show in syndication. Like Laura, they believed in decency, the hereafter, hope and ..
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