cool dude with his gal Dolly's giant pair of aces hanging all over him. In a set right out of a luxurious brothel of red velvet walls and brass bed he serves Dolly some good old fashioned Southern Comfort. After filling her cup to the brim, he is rudely awakened from his reverie and clumsily bids his buddies good night to tuck in his invalid mother.

She is the essence of harridan and Bernard turns into a 1930's gangster and pushes the old bag in her wheel chair down a flight of stairs. She calls him back to earth and pushes him out the door to his job. The old bitch is perfectly healthy and cha chas to the phone to make a date with her friend.

With lunch box in hand he bicycles his way to the office and almost runs down a voluptuous teenage blonde crossing the street. Her pretty smile is enough to set him off as Buzz, a cycle jock in helmet and leather duds. He quickly lays down rubber as he hustles her off to his pad with touches of Nazi and S & M decor. Gyrating his piston and greasing up her motor he runs out of gas and returns to us and his office.

At the office, Jane timid and dreamy-eyed, silently voyages into a shadowy victorian world, a virgin in full bloom playing the piano for her handsome lover, Bernard. Taking her in all conceivable impossible positions he captures her maiden-head while she never misses a beat on the keyboard.

Overworked, under paid, harrassed and berated, the office transforms into a 3-ring circus of erotic flesh with Bernard as the ring master and Jane as the voluptuous vampirish queen. Together with the help of some delectable freaks they culminate this dream into a first on film act-the quadruple FANTASEX come shot.

Whipped into reality, Jane and Bernard leave for the day. In the elevator timidly stealing glances at each other, wedding bells chime and our young lovers are celebrating their matrimonial night. The orchestra plays, their hearts pound, passions arroused, they kiss and make heavenly love. But alas, this too is a fantasy. The elevator returns to street level and Jane and Bernard part-too painfully shy to confess their true feelings. Silence, is after all, not golden.