For the life of me I can’t comprehend how, with looks like Samantha Strong’s, is one supposed to have gone through the first 20 years of life in complete sacronsanct virginity, then have to worry about keeping it for just one smelly night more to cash in on a bundle.  It’s how Rosemary (Strong) managed it for the first 20 years that remains a mystery. But where there’s a will, there’s usually a dead relative; and one more night is basically the provision here in Cherry, and the attempts to divest Rosemary of her virginal fruits along with her inheritance – fifty million big ones.

The prospects of largesse give her family of “underprivileged” scion slime a lot of reasons to wreck Rosemary’s moral principles: frenetic brother Brett (Jesse Easton) needs bucks to support his 130 girlfriends; Aunt Emily (Sharon Mitchell) is accustomed to a certain lifestyle; Sir Manfred (Steve Drake) wants to be Duke of Earl; John Leslie, in priestly garb, wants it for his church, but I suspect will settle for stock options in Heritage Village; the good doctor who is to proclaim Rosemary a virgin, has ulterior motives of his own, and so it goes…

Rosemary’s big night of chastity turns into a sexual merry-go-round.  By morning, everyone’s either been tricked, licked, slicked and mickeyed (the maid, Dana Dylan slips Rosie the high hard one).  Leslie and the doctor (Kevin Jeans, a dead ringer for Jeff Bridges) form a tag team and pin Rosemary as does Sir Manfred.  But sonofagun, she remains intact.  How did she do that?  The good gynecologist has been her lover all along. The violation of ethics… is nothing sacred?

Interestingly, Samantha’s on hand for the whole turkey shoot, not just some walk-on. The sex scenes are scored in pairs with too much sashaying back and forth. It gets monotonous to watch after awhile.  The dialogue is thin and minimal.  You kind of wonder, though, what’s going to be done with the windfall. How much is PTL in debt?