Susan Ward

What are your memories of your first make-out session?

I remember my first kiss; it was in junior high. It was at a dance, and I didn’t know what to do, so my girlfriend took me in the bathroom and lectured me on what to do. It [the kiss] wasn’t a pleasant experience. The concept wasn’t too appealing to me at all.

But it’s become better, right?

Oh, yes, much better. After that, I didn’t kiss anyone for a while. I don’t know, I guess I’d make out with people in cars. But at that point I wasn’t in Louisiana that much; I was in New York. The people I would kiss were older, and I was really shy about it because I didn’t want them to think I was a kid.

There are a few nude scenes in The In Crowd, aren’t there?

Yeah, it was a little bizarre. I mean, they weren’t gratuitous at all, but it was a little bizarre to do. The first one is a topless scene. I get pushed in a pool and then have to go change in a friend’s bedroom. The second scene involves me seducing an older guy. I had to take my dress off and was completely nude.

What was that like?

I didn’t know what to do or who was going to be there. I was like, "Are all the grips going to be there? Is every single person on that crew going to be watching me?" But it was pretty cool; they cleared the set. It took all day to shoot, though.

What’s one place on a man that you won’t tolerate body hair?

On the back! Oh my God, get it off at all costs!

Your boyfriend, who I must assume has no back hair, is a painter. Has he ever painted you nude?

No, he doesn’t have any back hair! The first year we were going out, he wanted to paint me nude, but I wouldn’t let him. I just never wanted to do anything nude, so he wrapped me in a blanket and painted me. But I’d probably let him now.

Finally, you seemed very uninhibited at the FHM photo shoot. I was wondering if there are any photos or home movies we should know about before you become a massive star.

I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing out there that bad about me.

OK, I’m giving you one last chance. . . .

Oh my God, I don’t think there are. If there are, I apologize!