Collins burns his fingers again on this one. To ensure distribution, the good stuff - the peeing and the fisting - is censored beneath big black boxes. He covers his ass by providing all of the earmarks of a major production. Five Night Gallery-type vignettes of sexual depravity are presented, and his cast performs like every fuck is a matter of life or death.

The forensic fiesta begins with a particularly unpleasant episode starring Tyce Buné. He plays a sickly tycoon who discovers an amateurish burglary plot under his nose. He rapes his deceitful maid, Aspen, then falls dead of cardiac arrest following his cum shot. The resultant paybacks are morbid and violent.

Next, Jill Kelly and Daisy Chain, dressed as renegade policewomen, apprehend bouncing Amanda Rain in the desert. Their gleeful interrogations include handcuffs, beating the prisoner's tits with a billy club and a really smart spanking.

Randy Spears, the William Shatner of porn, cries in his wheelchair over the death of his dear wife, Chloe. Her last wish was to trade partners and swing. His long lonely days are now filled with useless fantasies of the swingers they could have been - were it not for that fatal car crash.

Fans of '80s porn will be astounded to see both Mitchell and Keisha playing the same old games in the year 2000. Everyone will be even more astounded when the uncensored version's released that shows both women peeing on Ian Daniels. Keisha, in particular, ups the ante by letting both Mitchell and Daniels fist-fuck her yawning vag. Unlike Collins' distributors, she is eager to respond to changes in consumer taste.