Remember those girls in high school who wore black-on-black everything, gobs of smudgy eye-liner and drew creepy pictures on their Pee-Chee folders? Well, a few of them grew up to star (once and once only, we are assured) in Matt Zane's Private Stash o' smut.

Unfortunately, as you may remember, such young women seem to take on lazy ennui as a sort of performance art, and true to form, they seem as though they'd be rather put off with the proceedings here if they could be troubled to care at all.