He wouldn't stay in the jungle as the rest of the cast did.Bo didn't mind this problem for it gave her the opportunity to keep her work to the cast of...extras. The first night out, she had walked into the camp area reserved for the eighteen blackmen playing the role of slave porters for the movie.The men all stood as she walked into their encampment. At first they couldn't believe that a star of Bo Derek's prominence was really serious with her offer of special service when she had hired them.. “This is a guest pass. I’ve written the address and password on the back. If you want to experience a weekend like you have never before dreamed of, be there next Friday night between eleven and eleven fifteen. I run a very exclusive, very private little club. You have been highly recommended. This is a one time invitation, so make sure you are on time. Don’t get lost. Don’t be late. You will never get this opportunity again.”He placed the card in her hand a disappeared into the crowd. . Maybe he was just going to tug it out of the way a little? she was not sure.She felt his hands on her waist, the first time he had touched her when not writing, and he slid her panties down over her bottom, leaving it stretched across her thighs but baring her whole bottom. Again, he pulled her back towards him a little, and she felt his warm hand holding her bare bottom as if it was fragile china or porcelain. She could feel the faint pull of the pen across her skin, and as he held the skin. “Are you THAT boring?”“EXCUSE ME?!” she responded in mock outrage.“I meant in your taste for ice cream, of course.”“You did not, and you know it!” she laughed. “Switching topics, sort of, how much do you think we’ll hang out together?”“I don’t know, really. We’ll see each other every weekday at the Quick Mart and when we feel like it we can do stuff. I have to watch how much I spend, just as I did before, but there’s plenty of stuff to do where we don’t have to spend much, if any, money. And I.