A ribald Gene Hackman story from Cloris Leachman's new autobiography, which seems to be a malicious attempt to scar the minds of the innocent.
"As we moved into the main course, it was as if a cosmic wind enveloped us. Some giant space magnet was pulling us together," Leachman writes. "We didn't finish the meal. We went upstairs, flew into bed and made love. It was epic. And the next morning, Gene went back to his film and I went back to mine. I haven't seen Gene since that night, but I remember well the feisty lad he was."I was personally touched by the story of
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