![]() ![]() Moments later we all observed a photograph of the “hottest girl on the planet,” as Kevin so proudly referred to her. Say no more! Swift as the bionic man, Kevin whipped out his wallet. “Is she a babe?” crooned the resident Brad Pitt, alias Mike from Wyoming. This only added to the excitement and wonder, because no one had any idea who Sandra was. As he crunched a chip between perfect teeth, an “I thought you’d never ask” smirk found its way across his face.Īs all of us camp counselors leaned in, eyes bulging with expectancy, Kevin finally revealed the secret in a low monotone: “Her name is…Sandra!” Being a Tom Cruise look-alike has a way of boosting the ego. ![]() Kevin, the son of a state senator, was used to having eyes upon him. 1 flirted across the table, “Tell us who you’re seeing now.” I nibbled at my burrito as the conversation around me finally arrived at its ultimate destination. All the Kens and Barbies sat around the table.1 Amid glistening smiles and Coppertone tans, the fragrance of Polo with a hint of Skin So Soft (yes, this was the good old nineties!) wafted through the café booth. ![]()
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