For my last job of the day, I had to deliver another script to another famous star.
So, as I pulled into the driveway at the home of Ava Gardner, my only thought was my task at hand. Sex was the last thing on my mind.
Ava Gardner was a very beautiful woman, but in my mind, was an untouchable since she was once married to, of all people, Frank Sinatra, and the very last thing I wanted to do was get on Frank Sinatra's bad side by screwing his absolutely gorgeous ex-wife.
Then again?
