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    The drive to their hotel, La Vida de Playa, went by quicker than a drunken afternoon on the Guadalupe River. The hotel was on the main drag, but parking eluded them and the front door appeared to face the beach.
    “I can handle a beachfront entrance to my hotel in paradise,” Vivian said as they circled the block.
    Parking proved to be bumper to bumper on both sides of the road with no open spaces. Wendy double parked in front of a different hotel and Lucy jumped out and disappeared around the corner to inquire about parking.
    While they waited, Vivian checked out the tourists and wondered where they should go later.
    Wendy started singing “I Love the Nightlife” to pass the time.
    “I love that song. Who sings it?” Vivian asked, but before Kate or Wendy could answer, Vivian saw a shadow to her right and heard a knock on her window.
    Just like in high school Wendy blurted out, “Beers down!”
    At Vivian’s eye level was a gun and an assortment of other bring ’em down doodads. Her gaze traveled up to the badge.
    Oh, shit. Welcome to paradise .

 
     
     
CHAPTER 4
     
     
    MR. PO-Po was in full police uniform on the street near the girls’ hotel. Though in short sleeves, sweat streaked down the side of his face and his arms glistened.
    Vivian put her fear aside, rolled down the window, batted her eyes and put on the biggest smile she could muster.
    “No parking aqui ,” he said, pointing at the car.
    Vivian gave him a wave and in her sexy Texas drawl said, “Hola, mister policia. We’re staying at La Vida de Playa. Do you know where we can park?”
    He responded with an accent, but otherwise good English. “Ah, Americans. La Vida de Playa has no parking. You have to find a spot on the street. You cannot park here.”
    Wendy leaned toward the back window, pushed her boobs out and gave an innocent smile. “You're cute. What's your name? Umm... como te llamo ?” (her two years of high school Spanish kicking in).
    He put his hand on the roof of the car and leaned down. “Arturo. This is your first time in Playa?”
    Vivian smiled at him, checking him out. He had rosy red cheeks, which added to his charm, and didn’t look a day over 25.
    “Yes, and it's so beautiful!” Wendy said. “We're from Texas.”
    About this time Lucy popped out from around the corner and walked up with a look of ‘oh crap’ on her face. She recovered, flashed a wide smile and said confidently, “You girls causing trouble already? Y’all are just a menace to society!”
    Mr. Policia got one look at her green eyes, auburn hair and curvy figure and said, “Special today for Texas girls. Reserved parking.”
    He moved a barricade that previously blocked their entry into a lot owned by another hotel. They pulled in, blew kisses, spilling out their thanks (and their cleavage).
    “Did we luck out or what?” Vivian said. “Hopefully this kind of service will be available the whole trip.”
    They piled out of the car, popped the trunk and grabbed their stuff while Lucy introduced herself to their new favorite policeman.
    "Well, aren’t you too cute for boots,” Lucy laughed and traced her finger around his badge. “Thanks for the great spot. We’ll be seeing you later, Mr. Policia Arturo.”
    They waved as they walked away, Arturo never taking his eyes off Lucy.
    “I think he’s in love,” Vivian snorted and gave Lucy a bump with her hip. Then she let go of her luggage long enough to make a heart with her index fingers and thumbs.
    “I’d say so!” Kate chimed in.
    “Love, lust, whatever. It’s always good to make friends with local law enforcement,” Wendy said. “Especially in a foreign country.”
    “Right!” Vivian turned her finger-heart into two guns. “Pow, pow! Never know when that will come in handy.”
    “Got us a free parking spot. Rock and roll,” Lucy said, pushing Vivian’s guns away. “Holster those bad boys and move your ass.”
    Next stop, front desk. They lugged their bags through the