Vivienne Michel tells her story of her too brief exposure to James Bond when, after two unfortunate emotional encounters in England, she comes to the U.S. and takes a motel receptionist's job. Two ugly characters stop off there, work her over, and only the circumstantial, providential appearance of James Bond saves her from death as well as the fate which is worse than... Skimpy, in this series, and for the many besides Kennedy who share this gent's fatal fascination, not really Bond-ed.