Charlie's directorial imagination is in direct proportion to her on-screen activities; which is to say, pretty to look at but utterly benign as arousing hardcore performances go.  Her wild fantasies consist of tepid tub 'n' staircase romps with a few other girls; watching Steve Hatcher slip the bologna train up Sinderella's rail-thin rear end; and almost (but not quite fully) participating in a three way with Chandler and Steele.