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Robert Cort sat beside her and took her hand in his, holding her hand up so that the photographs would catch her scarlet lacquered nails. He put one hand about her trim waist and she leaned back against him, comfortably adjusting her skirt, but not before all the men had an even better view of her shapely dark-stockinged legs and the dark garters that she wore. With the excuse of visiting an 'old family friend' who was needless to say very sick, Robert and Angie put on a display of conjugal happiness and affection that Robert didn't want to stop even when the reporters had left. In fact, he drew Angie more closely to him, and began to kiss and to caress her in a frenzied manner which had never happened between them before.

"Oh, Bob, please," said Angie, trying to take his hands to push them away, but 'her' husband was persistent. He pushed Angie down on the sofa and held her there easily. His lips found 'hers,' and he even seemed to be enjoying the struggle that Angie was putting up. With Jean upstairs and Dr. Aaronson probably awake as well, Angie didn't want to shout. With some reluctance, 'she' began to return the passionate kisses being poured onto her mouth and cheeks, and then on her neck. Robert held her even more tightly about the waist, pressing their bodies closely together. Angie put 'her' arms around his neck and held 'her' husband lightly. And when Robert became engrossed enough that his hands were smoothing 'her' skirt and pressing the soft hem of the nylon panties against her, Angie pushed hard suddenly and she was free. As she scampered from the room, tripping as the thin strapped high heels snagged in the carpet, she heard Robert Cort laughing-not his usual harsh, raucous laugh, but the honest laughter of someone rueing the fact that he'd been taken advantage of, by someone as clever as himself.

Under great protest, she did the scene. She had to re-do it several times. She was able to look into the camera, sultrily push back her mass of blonde hair, and allow the man to open the back zipper of the tight dress. She was even able to kiss him and left him run his hands down her body, slipping the silk dress away from her. She was able to stand in front of him, to push him onto the bed, and to slide out of the black, silk slip in her most seductive manner. She could raise her leg and slip off her black high heel ever so slowly. She could even let the man undo her garter and take off her stocking. She did the other, caressing her leg as she did so. She could sit with her back turned to

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