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The erotic touch of hot skin, hot skin,

that rouses the animal passions in man,

that torments the mind and drives it to a fever of desire.

Hot skin, that dispels

reason and drives man and woman to the peak of ecstasy or to the depths of

debauchery, hot skin that can lead to anything, even to murder.

This is the story of hungry people whose destinies are shaped by the erotic touch

of hot skin, whose lives are now desperately following an erotic road,

a road that begins here, at Lover's Rock.

The girl's not expected here till next week.

In a couple of days, I'll report his disappearance.

You will leave here tomorrow.

Make sure you're not noticed.

Leave his car somewhere along the road, where it'll be spotted.

You got his papers?

After that, we'll wait.

Mark, it was the only way.

As the flesh races at the promise of flesh, so is

the mind exhilarated by the promise of success.

A passion cools.

And success can turn to ashes.

Irene!

Don't you recognize me?

I'm Cloe.

Your cousin.

Sweet little Cloe.

What a surprise.

You should have seen your face.

Like you'd just been up to something.

It's been a long time.

Ten years.

Naturally, you didn't recognize me.

I was just a little girl then.

I didn't expect to find your husband with you.

When I telephoned your place, they told

me your husband was on a trip and you were here alone.

I'm delighted to meet you.

And he's delighted, too.

It's a real pleasure.

The way you say it, I almost believe it.

Excuse me for bothering you at such an impossible hour.

I was terribly anxious to see the house again, and you, too.

You're still so beautiful.

You've become very pretty, yourself.

Let's go inside.

We'll be able to talk more comfortably.

No more flowered wallpapers.

I got sick of it.

He leaves everything lying around.

I swear I won't get in your way.

Besides, I can only stay a week.

After that I have to get back to work at the office.

Forget all that now.

Just think of this as your home.

You can stay as long as you like.

Thanks, you're an angel.

But you know, I'm here under false pretenses.

My parents think I'm staying with Aunt Martha.

I won't say a thing.

Goodness, what a mess.

I can see you haven't changed much.

And by the way, I forgot to ask how your parents were.

Is everything all right at the house?

Yes, just fine.

Here's your luggage.

I think I brought everything.

Oh, Julian.

I hope it's all right if I call you Julian.

I have a present for you.

Irene wrote us that you collected insects.

These are very rare specimens.

They look beautiful.

Thanks a lot.

Here, look at this lovely Cloeth I brought you.

It'll make a nice summer dress.

Don't you think it looks marvelous?

It's lovely.

If I'd known you were so young, Julian, I'd have brought some for you.

It makes terrific sports shirts for men.

But when Irene wrote and told us she'd married Mr.

Julian Prentice, President and.

General Manager of a corporation,

I imagined a middle-aged man with gray hair.

But you're a real playboy.

That's enough.

He might take you seriously.

Well, this is it.

Do you remember this?

That's how you broke all the mattresses when you were a kid.

Oh, no.

That was my brother.

He would dive off the dresser.

He was such a brat.

When I caught the two of you necking, he wasn't such a brat then.

Huh?

He always did have a talent for arriving at the wrong moment.

Good night.

Time to sleep.

You mean alone?

Hey, what about my old boyfriend Bernard?

Remember?

Is he still around?

He was your boyfriend, not mine.

I guess he's found someone else.

All right.

Good night.

You know, Irene, that husband of yours is very good looking.

If you ever want to swap him... Night now.

Well, it looks like I'm stuck here for a while.

I can't go tomorrow.

You'll have to stay now, once Cloe thinks you're Julian.

But what about the car?

When Cloe leaves, you'll have plenty of

time to get the car out of here and ditch it somewhere.

Look, the whole plan's spoiled.

It's getting too complicated.

Listen, Mark.

We must try and hold out another week.

One week, that's all.

Then you'll see.

Everything will work out.

I don't want you to leave me now.

I need you so much.

I love you, Mark.

I don't think I've ever wanted you as much as right now.

I don't know where she is.

She isn't anywhere inside the house.

Maybe she's down at the beach.

I'll go look.

When I was a kid, I loved playing hide-and -seek.

Aw, you're really such fun, Julian.

You're so different from what I imagined.

It can be discovered by complete strangers,

and here, even a cat can be dangerous.

Who was that guy?

I don't know, but he found me some nice shells.

This one's a beauty.

Here, to start your collection.

Thanks.

Shall we play ball?

I'll watch you.

I'll beat you to it.

Here, catch.

Here, come and get it.

Come and get it.

Come and get it.

Wait!

Stop him!

Ouch!

I'm not a baby anymore. I can fight back now.

Oh, yeah?

There, you see?

I'm still stronger than you are.

I got her.

All right, into the water.

Oh, no!

In we go!

No!

Help!

No!

Ha!

One!

Two!

Three!

That's that!

Even passions cool momentarily as doubt, born in danger, compels the lovers to

retrace those fatal steps back to Lover's Rock.

Look, there's the boat.

It's the same guy.

Irene, you coming?

You'd really have to know it's here.

Let's go.

You need any help?

Oh, it's you.

Look at this.

I found a very rare shell for you.

Wait, help me down.

Here.

Oh, it's so pretty.

You don't see many of them around.

I'll treasure it forever.

I'll give you a hand.

Oh, that's nice of you.

You got a beautiful place here.

That's your room?

Mm-hmm.

There.

Hand me that stick, there.

Hey.

You live all alone here?

No, with my cousin.

Your cousin.

Isn't that that girl with the terrific figure?

It's always with that tall guy.

That's right, Irene.

Irene.

I wouldn't mind giving her a whirl.

Hey, you better not let Julian hear you say that.

Try it.

Hm.

Now, what's your name, huh?

Cloe.

Hey, what's yours?

I'll tell you someday.

Mark, come on.

Snap out of it, will you?

Why does she had to come around here anyway?

Everything was fine till then.

It's no use, I'm telling you.

If she stays here, I'm getting out.

Mark, my darling, forget all that concerning.

But don't you see how things are going wrong?

How everything's getting out of control?

We must make sure she doesn't talk to anyone.

No, no, not the way you think.

We have to be with her all the time.

Keep an eye on her.

And never leave her alone.

And make sure no one sees the three of us in town together.

And we have to get rid of his things.

Hiding them's enough.

Everyone thinks Julian's still alive.

You remember when you used to steal Uncle Harry's car and I was your alibi?

That was long ago.

You've become such a good girl!

Don't forget I'm married now.

Hey!

I thought we were going shopping.

Is this the way?

I thought we should go to the next town.

It's a lot bigger.

There are much better stores there.

Hey!

Irene!

Do you hear him?

Irene!

Who is it?

On the rack of conscience, the pains of guilt are strong and tortuous.

And the bonds that hold the guilty are in many forms.

Sometimes they are bonds woven in exotic dreams.

The bonds of conscience, the bonds of guilt, are inescapable.

Good morning, Mrs. Prentice.

How are you?

How do you do?

Hello, Jerry.

So you've left the club.

Yeah, I bought this snack bar.

It's much quieter.

But you're here earlier this year.

How's Mrs. Prentice?

Hey, Jerry!

The telephone!

Excuse me, Mrs. Prentice.

See you later.

Julian!

Look, it's Julian!

Julian, are you deaf?

I'm sorry but with all that noise I didn't hear you.

I thought you went shopping.

We decided not to.

We're right there at the snack bar.

Come on, have a soda.

No, thanks.

I'm not thirsty.

Oh, please, be an angel, just to keep us company.

Oh, that's funny.

She's not here.

Why did Mrs. Prentice leave?

Just a minute ago.

That's strange.

She drove away with the car.

I guess she just got bored.

Maybe it's my fault.

No, she's always like that.

Let's go.

I can't understand it.

I just can't figure out what made her run away like that.

Who, Irene?

Of course.

Aren't you worried about her?

Not really.

You know how she is.

She's very unpredictable.

Hey, are you a shirt stealer?

What do you mean?

Those aren't your initials.

You know how it is in the laundries.

You send out your pajamas to be washed, and they send you back a shirt.

Are you the specialist in seashells?

Yeah.

I see I have a reputation.

Are you an expert at everything?

Well, I don't like to brag.

I'd stick to seashells.

There are some kinds I haven't found yet.

Do you look all year round?

This is my vacation.

It's a great place for fishing and hunting.

The beach is nice and quiet here.

No one around.

I thought you were some kind of a handyman.

Cloe told me about you.

I hear you're good at fixing swings.

It's a good thing to know.

You gotta keep the girls swinging.

You look like you do a good swinging yourself.

It sounds like your work's very pleasant.

It is.

You never can tell what you find along the beach.

It's not all that simple.

To find a good piece, you gotta dig real deep.

I suppose you're real good at digging.

You find something every day?

Not always.

It all depends on how lucky you are.

It's like dice.

You gotta know how to shoot.

You know that, don't you?

Yes.

I know.

But the first throw's difficult.

Yeah, it's difficult.

But worth it.

I'd need a good teacher.

Someone with patience.

I'll show you if you like.

The main thing is to take it slow.

After that, there are no more problems.

You've got everything linked.

I like your teaching methods.

With you, I could learn real fast.

You'd have to work real hard and cooperate.

But I'm sure you do real nice.

I can tell.

And how can you tell?

They say where there's a will, there's a way.

It's starting to get cold.

I'm going home.

It's marvelous.

Julian, I was daydreaming.

I dreamt I came to live with you both.

What would your parents say to that?

What could they say?

My parents and I, they let me do whatever I please.

They never were very interested in me.

High school, college.

But here, you see, with Irene and you, it's different.

You know, it would be wonderful if I could live with you two always.

We'd have lots of fun.

What if I wrote them I was staying?

All right, that's enough nonsense.

Come!

I was worried about you.

Where have you been?

What do you mean?

We've been looking for you all over.

Why'd you run away?

What got into you?

Another one of your moods again?

There are times I wish...

I wonder what's wrong with Julian today.

He gets so mad for no reason.

I hope it's not because of me, Julian.

You come back at nine o'clock at night with that look on your face.

You take me for an idiot.

Mark.

You finished?

Mark, be careful.

Be careful of what?

I met someone interesting on the beach today.

Guess, who?

The shell collector.

Now I know why he's always hanging around the house.

Don't worry.

It's not what you're thinking of.

What he wants is me.

Such charm.

Such a physique.

So now we're even.

Let's not be foolish.

Why hurt each other like this?

It's so crazy.

You're the one who's crazy.

I love you, Mark.

You know that.

I'm going out.

You want to come along?

I'd love to.

Oh, look! Lover's Rock!

That is beautiful.

Yeah, your cousins think so too.

They often go walking up there.

Well, should we go too?

Why not?

Here it is.

Close your eyes.

No cheating.

Don't be afraid and don't yell.

Okay.

Oh, it's lovely.

I just found it in the grass.

It looked pretty valuable.

They say the beetles bring luck.

You know, Julian's a big collector of all sorts of insects.

What's an insect?

One step and it's dead.

Anybody here?

I've got a registered letter from Mr. Prentice.

Do you know where he is?

Wait, I'll go and see if he's in.

Julian!

Julian!

Not so loud.

Oh, you scared me.

Come outside, the mailman brought you a registered letter.

Tell him that I've gone out.

That you've gone out?

What for?

For what's in that letter.

I don't want to accept it.

Okay, I'll tell him.

Hey, where did you get that pin?

Did Irene give it to you?

No, I found it this morning on Lover's Rock.

Where?

You know, Lover's Rock.

Since my husband's not here.

All right, since it's you, Mrs. Prentice.

But it's against the regulations.

Well, goodbye, Mrs. Prentice.

Goodbye.

Julian told me he didn't want to accept it.

Well, it's too late now.

I signed for it.

Look, I found your pin out in Lover's Rock.

It isn't mine.

Desire as well as danger can cause the mind to explore many directions.

Both have been driven to murder by desire one for the other.

And yet now, each has other desires.

Unrealized and unexplored.

Hey!

Cloe!

What are you doing here?

I found something very strange.

Look!

Don't you think it's beautiful?

Do you know what kind it is?

No.

Here, it's a present for you.

But, Julian, you followed me.

Yes.

Why don't we go back down?

Let's go in the water.

You're wearing a bathing suit?

Of course.

What did you think?

Come on, come on!

Oh!

You're much nicer this way.

What do you mean by that?

I wish you knew all about me.

And what I really am.

And what I've become.

And what I was.

Before what?

You wouldn't understand.

Before Irene?

Before Irene, nothing matters.

You see, you have to try to forget the past to make happiness possible.

But you were happy just now.

Nothing is impossible.

If I only had the courage to start over without a past.

And Irene?

And Irene.

Julian...

I thought...

Have you ever loved a man, really?

I want you!

No, Julian.

Leave me alone.

Well?

Well, nothing.

Did you find her?

Did you go for a walk?

Well, say something, will you?

What happened?

Nothing.

What do you think happened?

Mark.

You're hiding something, aren't you?

Why do you treat me as if I were a stranger?

Leave me alone.

Even when I caress you, you seem frightened.

No, you're wrong, Irene.

It's not fear.

Well, what is it then?

Nothing.

Then why don't you kiss me?

I've got other things to think of.

How do you do, miss?

Isn't Irene here?

I'm afraid not.

Julian either?

No.

It's too bad.

I'd like to say hello.

Well, he ought to be back soon.

I'm Bernard.

Bernard?

We used to play together.

I'm Cloe.

I thought I recognized you when I saw you in the car with Irene.

Oh, it's wonderful to see you again.

But let's not stay here.

Come up to the house.

Do you often come around here?

At least once a year.

I hear you live out on the coast now.

That's right.

Irene told me that.

You talk about me?

On occasion.

And Julian.

Do you like Julian?

Well, sure.

He's a swell guy.

He used to be quite an athlete.

Used to be.

He still is.

It all depends on how you look at it.

Look.

He's Irene.

Who's that with her?

Why, it's...

You mean... you don't know him?

I never saw him before.

Who is he?

Listen, Bernard, you'd better go now.

But... Don't ask any questions.

I can't tell you why, but it's better if you go.

Cloe.

Are you still mad at me?

Cloe, what is it?

Why are you crying?

Cloe, what's the matter?

You can tell me.

Cloe, dear.

Are you afraid of me?

Do you remember when you were still a little girl?

You always used to come to me when something had gone wrong.

Let yourself go.

Cry.

It'll do you good.

Crying always makes you feel better.

Sometimes me too.

I wish I could cry.

Despite the dangers of discovery, the love hunger for the touch of hot skin

fills the mind with warm and vibrant

images, and the wish dream becomes almost reality.

Now tell me!

Dont you want to?

I will.

Look at me. Don't be afraid.

Go away!

Go away and leave me alone!

I want to be alone!

If that's what you want...

Go away!

And waht did you expect me to do?

Has she gone?

She won't go very far.

Her car's still here.

Hey, Cloe!

Cloe!

Where are you going?

Is anything the matter?

It's nothing.

Nothing's the matter.

You look as if you've been crying.

Where are you going right now?

I don't know.

Come on.

Come on, this is my cabin.

No one will bother you here.

Go on, lie down.

You'll soon feel better.

You looking for something?

Could be.

In that case, you don't have to go any further.

You're kind of jumpy to conclusions, aren't you?

If you look hard enough, you'll find what you want.

That all depends on what you're looking for.

And you?

Don't you ever look for anything?

Me?

I find what I want without looking.

You find exactly what?

You.

And lots of things you'd rather I didn't find.

My, my.

Why should I hide anything from you?

Yes, you're right.

Why should you?

Keep looking, then.

Go down and look on the beach.

On the road.

In the hills.

Or on Lover's Rock.

And exactly what do you think I'm looking for?

I don't know.

A girl who's crying, maybe.

You know where Cloe is?

Cloe?

That sweet little Cloe's run away.

You're starting to get on my nerves.

All right.

See you around.

No, don't go away.

Let go of me.

Let go of me...

No, please!

You filthy bastard!

It's a little late, isn't it?

I should call the police.

Of course.

Go right ahead.

Don't worry, I won't touch you.

As far as I'm concerned, you're no better than a whore.

I don't give a damn.

I'm going.

You won't see me around here again.

If you want Cloe,

she's in that cabin over there.

Near the rocks.

We were terribly worried about you.

Why did you run away like that?

Leave her alone.

Fine.

Isn't that right, Cloee?

Let go of me!

I know everything.

The fisherman told you?

The fisherman?

Try to understand.

It was an accident.

An accident?

It's true.

The gun went off by itself.

And besides, he threatened us.

But... I don't know what you mean.

What are you talking about?

You see, when Julian caught us in bed, he... Mark!

You killed Julian!

Cloe, don't look that way.

I swear we didn't mean to.

Let me go.

Let me go!

Mark.

Look at me.

Mark!

Mark!

Irene!

Irene!

We've got to get to a phone.

You go, I'll stay here.

Go on.

Stay away!

They're both dead.

You did it!

You did it!

You killed her!

Don't touch me!

Don't touch me!

No, please.

No. Let me go.

I won't tell anyone.

I promise.

No.

It's all right, Cloe.

It's all over now.

The erotic touch of hot skin that rouses

the animal passions in man, that torments

the mind and drives it to a fever of desire.

Hot skin that dispels reason

and drives man and woman

to the peak of ecstasy

or to the depths of defortune.

The erotic touch of hot skin that can lead...

Anywhere.