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116 | N. PAUL ONUZURUIKE

Soon, Christmas Carols -- radiating from strategically placed speakers --
replace the noise. No, it’s not Superman. Neither is it a bird; rather it’s Santa Claus. A
pot-belly looking, middle-age man with gray hair and beards and wearing red with
white stripe suit steps down from the chopper. One by one, three gorgeous ladies --
wearing above the knee red with white stripe suits, but trimmer and slimmer -- step

down from the chopper, and seductively accompany the Santa. Then the pilot climbs
down -- carrying -- two sacks.

Shortly, the blasting Christmas Carols are drowned by the chants of, “FELIZ
NAVIDAD! FELIZ NAVIDAD!! FELIZ NAVIDAD!!!” Suddenly -- as if choreographed --

the Christmas Hit, “Feliz Navidad,” by the Puerto Rican-born José Feliciano,
gradually radiates from those strategically placed speakers, and soon, drowns the
chants. And with the help of his three gorgeous and seductively cladded Elves, Santa
hands out toys and other gifts to the children.

BÁVARO BEACH - MANUELA’S APARTMENT

After dinner, Manuela and Alonzo retire to her bedroom. He takes and kisses
her briefly, but Manuela wants more. She slips her tongue down Alonzo’s throat, and
gradually tilts head; then their lips lock as they kiss passionately.

The next morning, Manuela’s in the kitchen -- wearing a burgundy robe

designed with a beautiful scalloped floral lace detailing, that exposes a matching boy
shorts -- fixing breakfast. Shortly, the sweet aroma permeates the air, and ultimately
sneaks into the bedroom.

Slowly, Alonzo wakes up. He stares around, sees his shirt by the far

edge of the bed, and reaches for it. First, he slides his left arm into a sleeve, and the
right arm; then he steps out. Manuela’s poise with come-hither sex-appeal while
setting up the dining table. Intuitively, she hears a footstep, turns, and smiles