He was Hollywood handsome as he sauntered along the quai next to Lake Lehman. His blond hair was cut in a way that the rippling breeze left every hair in place. His body was gym perfect and he slung a blue suit coat over his shoulder. His shirt was pink striped and he wore jeans.
He looked straight ahead, or at least his head did not swivel to watch the speed boat pulling the water skier. Nor did he appear to notice the two young women on roller blades that did a double take and watched his perfect ass.
Behind him a little blond girl in a pink sundress with an aqua ruffle on the bottom and pink and aqua sandals peddled a bike with training wheels. She finally caught up with the man. He turned and took off his glasses. Their facial structure was so similar there was no need for a DNA test to determine relationships. Whatever he said, she started to cry. He walked ahead of her and she followed on the bike, only more slowly leaving a good amount of distance between them.
He was Hollywood handsome, but he was ugly.
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