Wedding Night For Ken And Barbie Part One
When I went to my cousin’s wedding in Monterey, California stag, at the reception dinner she had me seated next to the only other male stag invitee, the photographer. He was my age and tall and we hit it off, immediately. Ken was a sports car enthusiast and he told me about the thrilling rides he took along the Pacific Coast Highway. He talked about the beautiful views at scenic lookout points along the Big Sur where he he said you could park and watch the waves pound the coast. He said it was...