This book is a fun flip on the James Bond series. He can probably save the world, but he can definitely try to pick up some new sex experiences along the way. He gets involved with a plot by the Chinese to steal nuclear plans from the Russians. In this first adventure, Victor is walking a path from Damascus to Baghdad and Calcutta to Tokyo.

well, actually he does tend to get caught with his pants down. Steve Victor is also a spy, and he's not one to get caught with his pants down. But the best grants don't fund individuals, so Steve Victor started his research organization known as 'O.R.G.Y.' He won't say what the acronym stands for since it tends to raise eyebrows. And Victor knows that the best way to fund further stud-y is to apply for grants. He's got a degree from a famous university to prove it. Publishers don't typically take many risks when publishing books, especially not re-publishing a series unless they can see a profit in it, so let's not be too quick to discount this book, and this series. series that I have been able to uncover) and this series was re-published by a different publisher after Lancer Books went out of business. The author, Ted Mark, has more than 20 books published (sixteen alone in the O.R.G.Y. It is colloquially referred to as 'sleaze fiction' which I think is a poor moniker as it greatly limits the number of people who might ordinarily read it. I learned about this book (and the subsequent series) while reading another book about spy fiction. A sad comedown for director James Hill, who made the excellent BORN FREE and schlockmeister Sidney Pink, who produced.This review originally published in Looking For a Good Book. Although the story jumps from country to country, the movie was actually filmed in Puerto Rico. Highlights include a woman who peels a banana with her feet a nonsensical movie sequence titled 'I Am Curious Purple', and a Phyllis Diller impersonator. The main reason for seeing the movie is to watch dozens of topless women enact terrible slapstick scenes with a noticeably embarrassed looking Walker. The rest of this understandably forgotten sex comedy offers one bad gag after another. Louisa Moritz's moronic, mumbling 'bubbleheaded' beauty shtick is the funniest bit. Robert Walker plays some kind of spy sent to find the heir to a multi-million dollar trust fund, but whose real specialty appears to be gauging the 'orgasmic response factors' of various women. A mostly unfunny pastiche of James Bond motifs and 'black out'-type sequences that play like R-rated LAUGH-IN sketches, and also recall the worst of the CARRY ON R-rated traipses (or one of Pete Walker's early, self-conscious sex flicks).

The Man From O.R.G.Y. by Ted Mark