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Jean Rodriguez waited in O'Hare quite a time before she caught the flight to Cincinnati. Glen Lincoln filled out his time by buying a photo magazine which featured anothig else but photos of Angie, or as the heading on the magazine wrote it ANGIE!!!! There were photographs of her from all of her films as well as many 'candid' shots. There were pictures from her wedding day, being embraced by Robert Cort in what seemed at this distance in time to be a tight, tense embrace. There wre photos of her kissing all of her leading men. She was pictured in bikinis, in ball gowns and in mini skirts, but never, Glen was pleased to see, was she ever in slacks, shorts, trousers, or pants. At the end of the article, there was an interview with Robert Cort, and his plans for Angie's future.

"In our next picture," Cort was quoted as saying, "there will probably be a frontal nude shot of Angie, from the waist up at least. The script calls for it, and of course, it will be most tastefully done. We haven't cast the actor's part yet, but I'm already jealous of who- ever it's going to be. Angie and he will have to be very compatible, considering the days they'll have to spend working on the love scenes, if you could call them that. It makes me wish I'd never given up acting when I did eight years ago. Angie could do very well criti- cally with this one, as will the right actor . . ."

Then Cort went on to discuss Angie's future in more general terms. It was his intention, he made it clear, to make Angie the next Marilyn, Brigitte and Raquel rolled into one. It seemed obvious to Lincoln that the whole magazine had been published to serve just that end. The posed pictures of Angie, in black stockings and garters, her long, blonde hair tossed carelessly over a bare shoulder, like another in the see-through blouse, tantalized in what it just didn't show.

Lincoln had become so engrossed in his magazine that he nearly missed the plane for Cincinnati. As it was, he had to scamper to make the lineup, and just as he reached the line, so did Jean Rodriguez.

"You!" she gasped, her hand flying up to her mouth.

Lincoln gave her a crooked smile. "Yes," he said lamely.

"You're following me," she hissed accusingly, as they passed ticket inspection together. Here eyes widened even more as she saw the magazine in his hand and its title.