I hurry over to the commotion, which is starting to gather a small crowd. “What’s the trouble?” I ask the Mexican Beach Patrol. “They’re arresting me.” Sunshine cries. “They’re taking me to jail for taking my top off.” I can’t believe it. Sunshine, my weekend companion and sophisticated woman of Las Vegas, decides to expose her breasts in a foreign country with ultra-conservative views of public nudity, all to get an all-over suntan without any shoulder strap lines.Forget what she was thinking. What am I thinking, bringing this lovely lass to Mexico without forewarning her about the no public nudity laws. Nudity is a way of life for some topless entertainers. Anyway, one of the Mexican cops pulls out his handcuffs and moves toward Sunshine. She, in turn, jumps into my arms screaming, “Herbie, help me, I’m not going to jail.” And with this, the second cop takes his handcuffs out and approaches me. All I can imagine is the Mexican Beach Police separating Sunshine and me, discarding us into some Mexican hellhole without us ever seeing the light of day again.Before this scenario escalates