I sit at the bar nursing a beer and watch my ex-wife of all of four hours shake her ass with another man on the dance floor. Why do I even care? Well, because I don't have anyone shaking their ass for me tonight...not until a lush red head with mile high legs comes strolling by that is. I make it my goal in life to see how long it will take me to get into her pants and when she smiles and bats those big bright eyes I know I am in for some real fun. It isn't until I get to her apartment that things start going a little haywire. I find out the hard way that she is a virgin and when she asks me to teach her the ins and outs of sex I think I have died and gone to heaven. We make our arrangement and things go real good, for a while... I start to wonder if one weekend will be enough. Will I be able to walk away when it's all over or will I be longing for more of little Miss Ami for a long time?