When it comes to sexual instinct and observing protocol in the sack, Jennifer's boyfriend is slower than a green on an unkempt golf course. Often times the frustrated Jennifer wished she could shove a putter up his ass, take a two-stroke penalty and call it a day. But she'd always hold her instincts at bay and regret it later. Jennifer was being too kind, and her shrewish girlfriends - battery operated practitioners all of them - weren't so charitable and advised her of such. Jennifer needed to strike back, they told her. And the game plan would have to be swift, cunning and merciless. It would have to involve both unorthodox behavior and plastic. Lots of it. Not credit cards, dummy, but the swift completion of an appointed round up a man's ass. Better yet, six rounds. Behaving like a conga line of deranged lunatics, Jennifer and friends took matters in hand. Like a Chinese migrant worker, the fate of her boyfriend's anus remains uncertain.