Plot
Hank meets sexy Surfer Girl (Michelle Lombardo) at the market. After a night getting high while listening to vintage rock LPs and having sex with her, Hank awakens to Mia, who needs more of Hank’s writing to pass off in her class. He also finds out the Surfer Girl has stolen his guitar (Les Paul) and LPs.
Charlie’s wife Marcy walks in on a strange situation between him and his secretary Dani, and she calls her his “little slave.” She then has sex with him on his desk chair, but he finishes too quickly.
Later at night Hank and Karen go to a concert of their daughter Becca’s band, but afterwards Mia calls him to rescue from her teacher, who is high on cocaine and wants to force her into a threesome with another girl, and she cannot leave. It turns out she was not on a situation as dire as she said. She exaggerated a bit to get him to come. At his home, Charlie tries to talk his wife on being his BDSM slave. Though she is not really enthusiastic about it, they give it a try but it does not go well.
At Karen’s, while Bill is away, she invites Hank to take a drink (absinthe) and they talk about their daughter, their relationship and Karen’s relationship with Bill, and they end up kissing. Hank ends up spending the night in a guest bedroom after he falls into the pool.
Later, Surfer Girl comes to Hank's place to return his guitar and LPs, and offers him another go, which he accepts.
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