Club Class
February, 1982
It was a few minutes after sunrise and the two guys looked like the "before" half of an ad for a hangover remedy. The two young women with whom they were strolling along the Acapulco beach clearly could have used some sleep, too."What time do the tennis courts open?" one of the revelers shouted, looking as if the exertion of even a single serve might put him into intensive care."You sure you wanna play tennis?" asked a concerned beach boy."You betcha," sai...
