After this incredible night on the town, we had to get up and go fishing at 6am! I had no problem with that, but my friend from the cosmetic company had a very bad back and believe it or not, we had no coochie coochie the night before. Maybe because I was not really attracted to him, as you see I always had to have romance with sex, not just the sex alone. Not that he had no appetite for me, but many women at that time were nymphomaniacs I think. Hollywood was waking up to wild sex in the hippie era, and I had to have to be dope up to the gills! Like what happened with that black gentleman cocaine pusher who never sold me a gram, always giving me as much as wanted. Well now I can see very clearly why, but back then I did not think about it: I just did everything for fun. It was just there, or nothing better to do, or did not have any plans. I also did not have God as I know Him now. Of course I was still a model but now it had no future.
So there we were fishing. I am not a specialist at fishing, but I love the water, the sun, boats, yachts and everything that is on or near the water.
My friend was supposed to be a good fishermen, and was showing me how to cast, though the fish simply would not bite his line. But I pulled in several good-sized fish, and the more I brought in the more pissed he got! With that bad mood , he managed to pull a muscle in his lower back and could barely stand up. So we had to stop fishing and go back to the hotel.
We had enough fish to invite 8 or 9 people to dinner. He went to bed and the fish went to the cook for tomorrow’s dinner with our friends. By then, we hoped he would be better, but since I am not an nurse and not very caring person, I was not really worried about him. In that time I think I was on my early 30s, I was full of life and adventures. I left the room and the hotel, wishing him a good rest.
I put on my new bathing suit and went to the beach, only carrying a sari around my waist, dancing and happy to be alone. I went skipping through the waves It must have been 3 or 4 pm, it was just hot enough for me to enjoy getting and out of the water and walking along the water skipping over the little waves singing.
Then my sunglasses fell in the water, the waves will take them away! So I reached down and something held my hand, with my glasses against the palm. As I looked up, I saw these big blue eyes full of admiration and, I would dare say, with love. He had been watching me for a long time and following along, but I was too busy in the water to notice him. He had this young smile, with the most expressive eyes, as he gently introduced himself: “Tom Gale…” “I am Ludmila,” I replied. I suddenly felt alive and happier than before, with goose bumps on my skin and my heart accelerating. I knew something great was happening to me! When we stood up straight, I saw he was much taller than I (I was 5’8″) and in his early twenties. So he was just right, taller than me but after Jose also was 10 years younger (10 years then it seemed so much), I said to myself he is too much younger!. As I told him “thank you!” I realized I wanted to know more about this young man. But I did not know that one day this would change my life.