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presence. Several snapped pictures of her, many recorded her on their video
phones and camcorders. She loved the attention and devotion, it was thrilling
to be back in the limelight, she had been away from it for too many years.
    “It's great to be back.” she grinned
to herself, it was just like old times. History had a knack for repeating
itself, as it was right by the pool. She was getting a glaring case of serious
deja vu.
     
    Back in the eighties, Sara, a
dazzling rising superstar in her twenties, breathtaking in every way, no matter
the year, walked by the pool of an elaborate producer's mansion in an equally
stunning bikini. The guests reactions were exactly identical. Reporters were
snapping endless photos, crews were recording her every movement, gaining
excellent coverage.
     
    Sara climbed onto the diving board,
she stood over her adoring public, so beautiful and so breathtaking that
astounded all with her true glorious and true captivating presence, standing
over all like a truly tremendous and a truly wonderful monarch that she was.
The crowd watched in silence, enthralled to watch her latest spectacle.
     
    Sara's younger self looked at the
pool below, a towering and spectacular queen to her adoring public, then and
now. The crowd watched in equal silence. She gathered her balance and prepared
to jump.
     
    Tommaso stepped outside to see Sara
getting ready to dive, he watched in his regular quiet admiration. It brought
on memories of his past, working with her all those wonderful years ago, of all
the stars he was employed by, she was the best star he ever found himself
associated with, it was the best job he ever had. It was miraculous to be her
personal assistant again, it was where he belonged, at her side, there for her
beck and call, to do everything in his power to make her pleased, it gave him
such gratification to know he was making Sara Sarracini happy.
     
    Tommaso, a twenty five year old young
personal assistant recently hired personally by Sara, he was as charming and
kind back then as he was now, watched her in the same admiration. Revelling in
her company, loving every second of her prestigious employ. He had no interest
in finding another client or working his way up to a higher position in the
agency, he had found his calling and his purpose, he was content where he was,
serving his spectacular diva who sent his body numb and tingly just thinking of
her divine name, Sara Sarracini.
     
    Sara bent down, perched over the deep
end of the pool below her toe nails. Her muscles tensed, the board curved under
her applied pressure. She rose up, released her muscles. The board flipped
upward, propelling her as she dived majestically into the air. The crowd gaped
at her majestic grace and flawless form like a crane soaring through the sky.
     
    The crowd gaped at her equal grace
and perfect performance all those years ago when she pulled the same
sensational stunt. The youthful Sara landed into the water with perfect finesse
and a big splash to top it off.
     
    Sara landed in the water, her form
was still flawless after all those years. She emerged from the azure water,
like an enchanting goddess of the sea. The crowd let out a rip-roaring round of
applause.
     
    Sara in her early years of twenty
emerged from the water with the same elegance and majesty, she was and always
would be a goddess of any terrain, the land, the sea and the air. The crowd let
out the same kind of rip-roaring round of applause. She looked at the adoring
crowd and blew them a kiss.
     
    Sara observed the crowd, still as
adoring in their fevered devotion as ever, it was just like old times. In the
same manner, she blew them all a kiss.
     
    The youthful Sara climbed out the
pool. Her young and lively personal assistant watched her approach a sun bed.
He was smitten by her then.
     
    Sara approached a sun bed. Tommaso
watched her, his admiration for her was still as strong, he was still smitten by her now.
Sara lay down onto