Exotic surroundings, tropical breezes in the jet setter refuge of Acapulco; all the ingredients for a life....
At long last, from taxi to airport by plane then car, almost two-thousand miles, she reached her destination; a chaise lounge next to the Boca Chica pool, by Acapulco Bay wearing white chiffon and sipping a Black Russian.  It was all too sinful and extravagant, and she was just in time to enjoy a spectacular sunset.  The singing birds on the island;  the air thick with the scent of tropical vegetation mixed with the onshore breezes stirring off the Pacific Ocean; the warmth of the concrete under her giving up the sun it had captured all day; nebulous chiffon in draping cascades about her, the exotic hint of Kahlua on her lips; if anyone didn't grasp the sensuality, and celebration of being within all of this, an explanation would be pointless....