Rico Rodriguez swam ashore after his small boat capsized not too far away. He laid on the beach sand as though it were his bed. Slowly taking breaths and resting his tired arms and legs. Then, after resting for some twenty minutes, Rico climbed to his feet and walked closer inland until he noticed two objects, in the distance, positioned on top of two rocks. Therefore, out of curiosity, the young man strolled over to the two rocks for a closer inspection. Upon his arrival at the site, Rico stared down at the ground: A note had been inscribed into the stone's surface. Holding up the thirteen pound object, he read the words: "Choose one and only one. Your choice is critical." Wobbling his lips in a give-me-a-break fashion and slapping his arm downwardly through the steamy air, Rico approached the two objects. The first item was a bible constructed out of expensive materials and precious stones: It glowed and sparkled in the semi-shaded woodlands. And the second item was a glossy magazine: Every page contained a color-photograph of an attractive naked woman. So, Rico Rodriguez thought deeply about the inscription and then he weighed the value of both pieces of treasure. Unfortunately, the young man cringed at his loneliness on a deserted island located hundreds of miles from any inhabitable civilization; therefore, after a heavy sigh, he grabbed the glossy magazine. Immediately, he heard a voice from above say, "It is done," and the bible vanished. Next, as he opened the magazine, the images of sultry women leaped out from the pages and surrounded the worried man. They smiled, massaged his back and shoulders, and spoke: "We are holograms that will please your every whim and desire. Just speak the word and it shall be done." Nevertheless, Rico did not hear a word they said, because the soothing massage overwhelmed his senses. After that, one of the female images replied, "You have no idea how long we've waited for a man to please?" Rico responded, "How long?" Kissing the side of his neck softly from bottom to top, she whispered, "1518." "Say what!" Rico yelped while almost falling backwards. Trancing over to the man, the sixty-six gorgeously curvaceous women responded, "1518: The sumptuous year that Hernan Cortes knew us before he set sail for his expedition to conquer Mexico."