The sun was sinking against two snow-capped volcanoes when Eduardo Verástegui looked out over a sea of teenage girls who sat before him in a mammoth gymnasium in Mexico. They wore blue skirts, white blouses, bobby socks, and black saddle shoes—like figures from an old black-and-white drawing pulled from a chapter on purity in the Baltimore Catechism. The former playboy and heartthrob knew who…
