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Wonderful. And not out of the question. The first place I lived after bailing from the TM movement was in an apartment complex on the inlet in Marina del Rey. It was an upscale building, and the only reason I could afford to live there is that I shared it with two other guys. But there was also a row of non-rental townhouses along the inlet itself, some with their own boat docks. High rollers lived there. One of them (and mind you this was 1979, just after the movie "10" had come out) was owned by John Derek. Every so often he and his wife...uh...Bo Derek would come out to the small sandy beach area of the complex, stretch out on the lounges there, and sunbathe. For what should be obvious reasons, many of the guys who lived in the complex developed a sudden interest in sun- bathing. Some of them may have developed skin cancer, they were out there so often, just waiting and hoping. I was out there myself one day -- just coincidentally, you understand -- and overheard a conversation between two of the guys. It went something like this: "Y'know, John is really missing out on a marketing opportunity here. He could bottle up Bo's bath water and sell it to horny guys like us." "Right on. I'd buy some. 100 bucks a bottle, easy." At this point we heard a low feigned cough behind us. It was Bo Derek. Walking past us to her lounge, she said softly and in a sultry voice I can still remember to this day, "1000 bucks a bottle." We all cracked up, her most of all.
