 was when Lars Erik Svensgudbrudersson somehow got Eloise's cell phone number, called her up and invited her to go for a leisurely cruise on his yacht, Soy Valhalla, conveniently docked in Santa Maria's harbor. He'd pick her up at the Yuma International Airport in his private plane, which he kept at a small airport outside of Los Angeles. Would Eloise like to join him? Would she? Want to join him? A millionaire soybean king who owned a hefty chunk of the Red River Valley of the North and who had a mansion, a private plane and his own yacht. Would Eloise like to go? She was an Eloise blur of motion and had her travel bag packed before Alberto could finish blurting out a shaken "...hey, Eloise, wait a min...."

She was gone. Alberto was crestfallen. For possibly one, perhaps two minutes. Then he took out his mobile, scanned the numbers of available women, picked one and punched the dial. After all, a man had to move on in this life. You couldn't let the occasional glitch set you back. Not for long, anyhow. A voice answered on the mobile. Alberto checked the listing on his mobile to make sure he had the name right.

''Hola," another quick look at the name on the mobile. "Conchita?" Alberto began in a bright voice. "Es tu amigo. Alberto....."

Pepe's Vision

The markets for Fico's dope weren't just in southern California. In the other direction was the sprawling urban octopus of Phoenix with another whopping potential market for his dope, where the equally intrepid dope smokers of the greater Phoenix area puffed away most of the marijuana crop of the state of Chihuahua during the NFL season. "Up in smoke, East and West," was the way Fico's detail man, Pepe Dimentia, who was a fan of old Cheech and Chong movies as well as a dedicated dope smoker himself, put it. Pepe, who was a man of some vision, thought that marijuana ought to be legalized--a thought he, wishing to keep both his job and his head still securely fastened to his neck, kept to himself around his boss, who made big bucks by keeping it illegal. Pepe's whimsical fantasy was for there to be a smoke off
was when Lars Erik Svensgudbrudersson somehow got Eloise's cell phone number, call her up and tempt her to go for a leisurely cruise on his yacht, Soy Valhalla, conveniently dock in Santa Maria's harbor. He'd pick her up at the Yuma International Airport in his secret airplane, which he kept at a small airport outside of Los Angeles. Would Eloise like to join him? Would she? Want to connect him? A millionaire soybean king who owned a hefty ball of the Red River Valley of the North and who had a mansion, a individual plane and his own yacht. Would Eloise like to move? She was an Eloise blur of motion and had her locomotion bag packed before Alberto could finish blurting out a shake "... hey, Eloise, wait a min.... " 

 She was gone. Alberto was crestfallen. For possibly one, perhaps two moment. Then he took out his mobile, scanned the numbers of available women, picked one and punch the dial. After all, a man had to move on in this life. You couldn't let the occasional glitch set you back. Not for retentive, anyhow. A voice answered on the mobile. Alberto check the list on his mobile to form sure he had the name justly. 

" Hola, " another quick look at the name on the mobile. " Conchita? " Alberto began in a bright part. " Es tu amigo. Alberto..... " 

 Pepe's Vision 

 The markets for Fico's dope weren't just in southern California. In the other direction was the sprawl urban octopus of Phoenix with another whopping potential market for his dope, where the evenly intrepid pot smokers of the greater Phoenix area puffed away most of the marijuana craw of the state of Chihuahua during the NFL season. " Up in smoke, East and West, " was the way Fico's detail man, Pepe Dimentia, who was a fan of old Cheech and Chong movies as well as a consecrated dope smoker himself, put it. Pepe, who was a man of some vision, think that marijuana ought to be legalized -- a idea he, wishing to keep open both his job and his heading still securely fastened to his neck, keep to himself around his boss, who make big bucks by keeping it illegal. Pepe's whimsical fantasy was for there to be a smoke off
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Iepe'v Vision

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SHe was gone. AlbeRto Was cREstFalleN. For pOssiBlY one, pErhaps Two miNuTes. Then he took ouT his Mobile, scaNneD tHe nUmBers oF AvailaBle WomEn, pickeD one and PUncHeD THE dIal. After all, a man had To MOVe On in this Life. YoU CoUlDN't let the OcCasIonaL GLitch Set yOU bAck. Not foR long, aNYhOw. a voice aNsWered oN tHe mObiLe. AlbERto cHecked The listiNg on hIS mobile to make sURe he had the namE RiGHT.

''HOLa," anOthEr quick look At thE Name On thE MoBilE. "conchIta?" AlBeRTo BEgan in a bright voice. "ES tU amigo. alberTo....."

Pepe's Vision

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S he w as  gone. A lberto wa sc restfall en . F or p o s sibly  one ,  p erhaps t wo min u te s.  Then h etook o ut  hi s m obile ,  sca nned t he numbe rs of available wome n , picked onea nd p un c hedthe  dial. Afte r al l , amanh ad  to moveon in  t h is life. You couldn'tle t theoccas ional glitchset you ba c k .  Not for  lon g ,a nyhow. A voice  answ ered on th e  mobile.  Albe rto chec ked the l i s ting onhis  mo bil e t o ma ke sure he ha d thena me righ t.
''Hola ,"ano the r q ui ck look a t the na me  o nth e m obile .  "Conchi ta ?"Al ber to be g an ina bri ghtvo ic e . " Es tu a m ig o .  Alb er to .... ."
P epe's  Vis i on
The ma rkets for  Fi c o'sdo pe  weren' t just in sou th ern Califo rn ia.  In th e other di rection was the sprawli n g urban  oc topus  ofPhoenix w ith  anoth erw hoppin g pote ntial  m ark e t  forh i sdop e,  where the e qua lly i nt repi d dopesmokers of the gre a ter  Phoenix area  pu ffed a wa y m o st ofth e  ma r i juana crop of t he state o fC hi huahua dur i ngth e NFL s eason."Up i n  smoke,  East and  West," w as  the w ayFico's det ail man,  Pepe Dim e ntia, wh o was  afan of  o ldCheec h andC hon g mov ies as  w ell as  a de di cated do pe smoker himself, putit. Pe pe, w howas a man  of som e vision,  tho ught thatmar iju ana o ugh t  to b e le g al ize d --a t houg h t he, wis h in g t o ke ep both his j o b a nd hi s h e ad sti ll s ecurely fastenedt o his neck, ke pt t o him sel f  aro un d his boss, wh o m ad e big buck sby keepingit illeg al .  Pepe 's whi msical  fantas y wa s  for t here  to  be a smo keof f 
 was_when Lars_Erik Svensgudbrudersson somehow got_Eloise's cell_phone_number, called_her_up and invited_her to go_for a leisurely cruise_on his yacht,_Soy_Valhalla, conveniently docked in Santa Maria's harbor. He'd pick her up at the Yuma_International_Airport in_his_private_plane, which he kept at_a small airport outside of_Los Angeles._Would Eloise like to join him? Would she?_Want_to join him?_A millionaire soybean king who owned a hefty chunk_of the Red River Valley of_the North and_who_had_a mansion, a private_plane and his own yacht. Would_Eloise like to go? She was_an Eloise blur of motion and had_her travel bag packed before Alberto_could finish blurting out a_shaken "...hey,_Eloise, wait a min...."

She was_gone. Alberto was_crestfallen. For_possibly one, perhaps_two minutes. Then he took out_his mobile, scanned_the numbers of available women, picked_one_and punched the_dial._After_all, a_man had to_move_on in_this_life. You couldn't let the occasional_glitch_set you back. Not for long, anyhow._A voice answered on_the_mobile. Alberto checked the_listing on his mobile to_make sure he had the name_right.

''Hola," another_quick look_at the name on the mobile. "Conchita?" Alberto began in a_bright voice. "Es tu amigo. Alberto....."

Pepe's_Vision

The markets for Fico's_dope weren't_just_in southern California._In_the other_direction was the sprawling urban octopus of_Phoenix with_another whopping potential market for his_dope, where the equally_intrepid_dope smokers of the greater Phoenix_area puffed away most of the_marijuana crop of the state_of_Chihuahua_during the NFL season. "Up_in smoke, East and West," was_the way Fico's_detail man, Pepe Dimentia, who was a_fan_of old Cheech and Chong movies_as_well as a dedicated dope smoker_himself,_put_it. Pepe, who was a_man of some vision, thought that_marijuana ought to be legalized--a thought he, wishing to_keep both his_job and his head still_securely_fastened_to his neck, kept to himself around his boss, who_made big_bucks by keeping_it illegal. Pepe's whimsical fantasy was for there to be_a smoke off