One busy afternoon in May 1983 I look up and Al Parker is standing in my office doorway. With a California tan added to his naturally dark complection, he's even more radiant than onscreen. Like most stars of erotic cinema -- indeed, like movie stars everywhere -- he seems shorter than his screen image. In this case, one reason may be that no one really looks at his stature. Not, that is, at his vertical dimension.
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