It is not quite the present and it is the middle of the night.We slowly move toward a large beach house barely discernible in the distance. All we hear are the sounds of surf pounding, wind blowing, a man and woman breathing.
We are now inside the house. It is 3 A.M. and the man and the woman are making love . . . beautifully, earnestly working towards mutual orgasm. Their names are Mark and Elaine. They are married. Their light, after-sex banter develops into a bitter argument, whereupon Mark leaves and goes to the family yacht.
It is now the present. Mark is dead-the victim of a mysterious accident aboard his own yacht. We realize what we just saw and heard was a flashback-Elaine has been listening to a tape recording which Mark has playfully recorded the last time they made love . . a recording which Elaine plays over and over. Now Elaine, her son Ronnie, 17, her daughter Stacey, 15, and her sister Kate are trying to somehow continue their lives in the lonely beach house. It is not easy, and to ease the pain, they turn to sex, as we shall




