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normal man to get dressed up as a woman. The body stocking doesn't let the feeling of the clothes through properly, and it allows the job to be finished." He paused. "I bet Mr. Fennell wouldn't be this far along if it weren't for it."

"So what do we do now?" Arnold, like Gref, ignored the actor in the bath.

"I'd like to persuade him to shave off all his body hair." Fennell felt sick at Gref's words. "He's got good enough legs to stand up by them- selves, and the rest we can pad or pull on. But it's a whole new experience."

Arnold looked anxiously at the man in the bath. "Well, Curt, he said nervously. "It looks like our only bet. I'm afraid we're going to have to try it."

We, thought Fennell. He looked suspiciously at the writer. He'd never heard any gossip about Jack Arnold. He had a wife and lots of kids out in Long Beach somewhere, as far was Fennell could recall. "I don't know," he said cautiously.

"Maybe Pamela Wood should talk to you again," Arnold began, but Fennell held up a weary hand.

"You don't have to bother," he said harshly. "I've heard that recording before." Arnold looked distinctly surprised. "I guess it'll only be for a few weeks, though I don't know how I'll explain it to Joy."

Arnold hummed and bit at his lower lip. "Hmmm yes," he muttered. "Well, you work on it with Rudi, and perhaps you can fit in a few sessions with Eileen, meanwhile, I'll tell you that I'm not going to give the script to the crew on this one. I'll tell them it's still being revised as we're shooting. To avoid the snide remarks, I think you might find it better if you don't let the crew know you're a man, least of all Curtis Fennell." His face had a kindly and sympathetic expres- sion that Curtis hoped was genuine, but Rudi Gref was shocked.

"You can't hope to deceive the crew," he said sharply. "Besides, it isn't done."

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