Dear Diary: It was a dark and stormy night. The wind cut through me like a knife and I was shaking like a leaf. I had to do a last-minute review for AVN, so I decided to take the easy way out and write in every clichéd phrase that I could hack out. After all, what's good for the goose is good for the gander.

Ok, you get the point — naughty nurses, bad-girl student spankings and "whoops, I've forgotten my cab fare — how can I ever pay you?" routines permeate this release. Making matters even less palatable is the overmodulated sound and mediocre videography.

Don't write this one off, though! Under the guise of Taylor Wane's "diaretic" memories, you'll come across Sean Michaels smuggling his big black bone up Vanella's tight white bunghole in a decent dungeon-esque encounter (overseen by leather-clad T.W., who occasionally joins in the fracas.)

Once again, Vanella receives a rear end collision, courtesy of hookah-smoking sheiks Jon Dough and Marc Wallice. They d.p. her smooth cooze and puckered little kitten's butt; pulling out for a virtual crossfire of steaming jizz in her face. (If we had awards for pop-shot of the year, this would be a major contender!)

The aforementioned spanking (with Sharon Kane as the wicked, ruler-toting teacher and T.W. as the red-assed student) as well as the cabbie scene (driver unknown; T.W. as passenger) come off as contrived affairs, unimaginatively staged. The "naughty nurses" (Keisha and T.W.) still an ancient and dumb an idea as any, may generate quite a bit of interest for the more adventurous viewers. Sperm donator Dick Nasty finds out that the process includes an enema flush and strap-on penetration from Taylor; while he 69's Keisha! Some strong sexuality inside a demure package — If T.W. hires a real writer and videographer, she could really go somewhere.