Where were you?
In the private aircraft hangar. Anybody
could have walked in.
Did you come?
No. What about your camera girl? Did she
We were interrupted. I had to go back to
Catherine turns towards James and pulls open her blouse, exposing
her left breast. She pulls James's face down and presses her
nipple against his cheek.
What can I do about Karen? How can I
arrange to have her seduce me? She
desperately needs a conquest.
I've been thinking about that, about you
INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - LINGERIE - DAY
James lingers amongst racks of nightdresses outside a change
cubicle. Monitored by a bored, seen-it-all middle-aged saleslady,
James glances now and then through the curtains to watch Karen
help Catherine try on underwear.
Karen, Catherine's secretary, a moody, unsmiling girl, is
methodically involved in the soft technology of Catherine's
breasts and the brassieres designed to show them off.
Karen touches Catherine with peculiar caresses, tapping her
lightly with the tips of her fingers, first upon the shoulders
along the pink grooves left by her underwear, then across her
back, where the metal clasps of her brassiere have left a
medallion of impressed skin, and finally to the elastic-patterned
grooves beneath Catherine's breasts themselves.
Catherine stands through this in a trance-like state, gabbling to
herself in a low voice, as the tip of Karen's right forefinger
surreptitiously touches her nipple.
INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - DAY
James sits in the car beside his wife. She watches as his fingers
move across the control panel, switching on the ignition, the
direction indicator, selecting the drive lever, fastening his seat