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| Like generations of middle-aged men before me, yours truly has also |
| strayed from the straight and narrow path of marital fidelity. It happened |
| so quickly. One minute, I was a happily married man. Then, from out of |
| nowhere, she arrived -- and simply took my breath away. |
| Lola is an Audi Cabriolet (we won't mention her age), a lady of noble |
| lineage whose bloodline traces back to a grand old duchy in the kingdom |
| of Bavaria. To tell the truth, though, I fell in love with Lola not because of |
| her pedigree, but rather because of, well, those great big . . . headlights. |
| Lola also exhibits soft supple curves in all the right places, a dark olive |
| complexion, and a fondness for leather. And, she doesn't smoke! |
| Alas, the mistress of my dreams does display one disturbing habit -- |
| an un-ladylike tendency to drop her top in public. Oh well, as the wags |
| are fond of saying, if you've got it, flaunt it. Even on a chilly day, bundled |
| up against the wind, this Bavarian beauty turns heads; but once the sun |
| peeks out, and that top comes off, it's "oooh - la - Lola!" |
| Surprisingly my wife, Irmi, isn't jealous. |
