It was a mad, murderous, naked, summer night.... And...like so many things that happen, this couldn't have. He couldn't be standing in the morgue, looking down at his own dead body! "That's you, Johnny " the cops told him. "Mr. Murder of 1956!"
It stopped Johnny cold. But things warmed up when he got past the cops and hoods. He ran smack into a brunette just delighted to romance a real, live corpse... And a blonde who, as the bullets threatened, seemed to urge between silky kisses -- "Have a hot seat, darling!"