Kenna James flew into L.A. under night's cover and took a room at a nearby hotel. I snapped these as she gradually greeted the next day. Kenna has now become a Penthouse 'Pet'. Isn't that a liberating title? You know it is bad when it even offends me. I remember when skin mags were just about the only means for viewing pictures of a naked woman. You paid five bucks and got a few pages of photos that had to last you a whole month. No wonder Guccione, Hefner, and Flynt became household names. Oh well, even the Mona Lisa is falling apart. Rest in peace, dinosaurs. I am certain to join you soon.
