for home. She invites him over the next evening and disrobes and then commences to take his clothes off. The couple go through the complete acts of lovemaking and he stays the night with her.

Gregg finds himself entrapped by Carolyn's infatuation for him and forgets about his writing and goes with her to the seashore. Their affair is a Perfect Arrangement because Gregg's wife has left him and Lennie will not interfere with anything they do. After bathing on a deserted beach they make love and are watched by a Peeping Tom.

Lennie, returning from New York, is openly confronted by Carolyn about the affair. Lennie is completely indifferent and he is nothing more than amused about the whole business. Gregg is notified by letter that his wife has sued for divorce.

A planned weekend party by Lerrnie and some of his friends gives Carolyn and Gregg the opportunity to go to Las Vegas. On the way back they stop by the roadside at night to rest. They are accosted by three thugs and Carolyn is raped and Gregg is shot and left for dead.

The thugs take Carolyn to an old shack, subject her to animal-like sex, and decide to hold her for ransom. Their efforts are thwarted when Lennie refuses to pay and the FBI is brought in. Lennie cooperates only when the FBI insists on it.

The kidnappers hide Carolyn in the trunk of an old car with a bomb in it which they have triggered to go off by remote control if they are stopped from making their getaway. Lennie pays them off and the FBI men surround the area. The kidnappers make a fast departure in another car and are brought to a halt by a blowout before Lennie can get Carolyn from the abandoned car. The FBI men immediately close in and the car is blown to pieces. Carolyn fortunately makes her escape only minutes before by climbing out from behind the rear seat. She is found in a dazed and bewildered condition.

Gregg has died from his wounds in the kidnapping and Carolyn finds herself at the roadside waiting for help after her car has broken down. . . a coincidence. . - perhaps . . . .